#murberry

[clivesdale-tourist]

Hey murberry..sorry for not talking in a while and sorry our date when horrible and was cut short.

just wanted to say hi and that I missed you :)

-FP

(OOC: THE GAYS ARE BACK 🥰🥰🥰)

Hello Mr.Pricely! Don’t worry about our date, really it was fine.

I’ve miss you too

[mathildepignatelli]

Ciel de fin de journée, cueillette des mûres... . . . #mures #blackberry #murberry #cueillette #cueillettesauvage #wild #sauvage #fairytale #tale #conte #artist #artstagram #illustration #illustrationart #illustrator #instagramart #art #artist #folk #folktale #magic #magie #castle #chateau #fantasy #fantasyworld https://www.instagram.com/p/CYkEn8lrKRB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kebunonline]

Ada Hitam Putih Diantara Hijaunya . . . . . Tanaman ini mulai langka, sulit ditemui namun banyak yang mencarinya. Buahnya banyak dicari penjual juice, dan daunnya disukai para kaum hawa. . Masihkan kau mengenalinya? #amulberrytree #mulberrybonsai #mulberryextract #mulberryjuice #mulberrykids #mulberryleaf #lmulberry #mulberrytrees #mulberryused #murbei #murberry #mulberrytea https://www.instagram.com/p/B8-PKOpp5KA/?igshid=17syuppmihic6

[mara16pollonini]

Raccolta more di gelso. Che bontà!!!! #rodengosaiano #dinner #italia #more #murberry #photography #sagre https://www.instagram.com/p/BxE2J5wndmF/?igshid=1181sa75wv6d

[mia2409]

Breakfast at @colvertrs with pancakes and various types of homemade jams, local coffee and lemonade. ☕️ #breakfast #coffee #pancake #lemonade #jam #honey #murberry #starfruit #strawberry #scrambledeggs #french ——— Thích một người hào quang tỏa sáng không hề đáng sợ, dù khoảng cách giữa hai người có xa xôi thế nào đi chăng nữa, gặp được người đủ khiến bạn chấp nhận bỏ công sức để theo đuổi cũng là một sự may mắn. Có duyên gặp thì hãy trân trọng. Trong lúc chờ đợi đến ngày đó, hãy lưu lại những điều tốt đẹp mà bạn muốn giữ, biến mình thành một người đáng để chờ đợi, như vậy sẽ không uổng phí cuộc hội ngộ này. Thích một người tồn tại giống như tín ngưỡng có thể đem đến cho bạn sức mạnh, hoặc là tìm một giấc mơ mà bạn nguyện cố gắng vì nó. Bạn sẽ vì những thứ đó mà thực sự nỗ lực, dù có vấp ngã vẫn tìm thấy được dũng khí và sức mạnh, quan trọng là những thứ đó sẽ khiến bạn bắt tay vào hành động thật sự, lấp đầy một phần cuộc sống của bạn. Không ai biết tương lai rồi sẽ ra sao, nhưng ít nhất như vậy vẫn hơn ngày ngày vô công rồi nghề. (at La Ferme du Colvert Resort Spa - Hòa Bình) https://www.instagram.com/manh_manh_/p/BwzbVZZAO6H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f65gx4yccwne

[fubzilla]

hello furblr long time no see

murby

is pleased to make your accquaintance

murberry murphy the murby (or just murby for short) has six legs and smells of strawberries. he is based off a moth and the strawberry cow. i designed him back in summer! perhaps my most ambitious oddbody to date.

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker Highschool AU - Natasha is Tony’s sister

“Keep it down tomorrow tonight, short stack. My boyfriend’s coming over after school and I’m not sure he wants to hear you mangling the violin.”

Natasha looks up from her homework and stares at her brother in the doorway; lips parted in surprise. Tony’s going for nonchalant, which of course, she can see through in an instant. He may be two years older than her, but Natasha is a particularly observant fifteen year old. “Your boyfriend?” She says, a grin spreading across her face when Tony shifts a little uncomfortably.

“Yes.” He bristles, not quite making eye-contact. “My boyfriend.”

“Since when do you-“

“Since none of your business. Gonna be chill about this or not?”

She lifts her eyebrows and mimes zipping her lips. Tony half-smiles at her: soft and gentle, the sort of smile that says she’s the only one he’s told about his boyfriend, the sort of smile that lets her know that even though he’s a complete dick, he’s a good guy at heart, and a good brother too. She loves him, really. So she says: “My silence will only cost you thirty dollars.”

He smirks at her, and tosses some cash onto her bed. “Jokes on you, short stuff, I was prepared to go to fifty.” And then he wraps his knuckles against her doorframe, and disappears down the hall.

She huffs, rolling her eyes, and turning back to her notebook.

But she doesn’t stop thinking about it. Tony, her brother, Tony has a boyfriend.

Tony doesn’t do boyfriends. He does hook-ups at parties that become the talk of the school and Nat tries not to listen to the gossip or the rumour mill as it goes around and around. A few times, older kids have come up to her, tried to ascertain the truth over a certain one-night stand and she’ll glare at them until they turn away.

But a boyfriend. He must be special. She taps her pencil against her desk and thinks. Is it someone from school? Maybe. She wonders who.

She wonders what they might be like and shudders a little.

Tony dresses like a complete douchebag. He rides his stupid motorbike to school (and okay, yes he does give her a ride from time to time which is pretty cool, but also, no, he’s her big brother, so he’s not cool at all), and he wears black leather jackets and sunglasses inside. He thinks he’s better than everyone else and brags about all his science fair trophies with no degree of humility.

He’s cocky, arrogant and constantly sarcastic.

She can only imagine what horror his boyfriend will be.

Still, she rolls her neck and turns back to her work, it’s only a high school romance, and she knows from experience that those don’t last.

*** “Your hair looks-“ Bruce trips over his shoelaces and hastily rightens himself “-really nice. R-really good.”

She smiles, flicking the vibrant red for effect. “Scarlet suits me, right?”

Bruce nods eagerly, and nearly careens right into an open locker. She catches him by his backpack last minute, and he smiles gratefully.

“So, your brother’s in my brother’s grade, right?” She asks.

Bruce nods as he starts slotting in his textbooks. “Sure, why?”

“Apparently,” she drops her voice into a whisper, not trusting the roaming ears of the hallway, “Tony has a boyfriend?”

Bruce blinks in surprise, before shaking his head and grinning. “Your brother is so cool, honestly, I want to be just like him when I-“

Natasha resists the urge to throttle him, and decides that since Bruce is in science-infatuation mode over her brother’s lame AI tech, that maybe the best person to ask is Clint. She shoots him a text and he replies by saying he’s got a free period later.

The bell rings and Bruce locks up. “Good luck on your recital this Friday! I wish I could make it!”

Nat shrugs, slinging her backpack on. “It’s just another violin thing. You’ll catch the next one.” And then she reaches forward and ruffles his hair.

Bruce bats at her, and scurries away.

* Clint, as it turns out, has information.

It’s not a boy from this school, but-

“Murberry Academy across town,” he says, mouth full of chips. The teacher on duty keeps glaring at him, but he hasn’t noticed. “That’s what I heard.”

Natasha leans back in her chair, thinking. She doesn’t know anyone from Murberry Academy. But she does know about it. “Super preppy school- the one with the blue blazers?”

Clint nods, licking cheesy dust off his fingers. She tries not to make a face. Boys are gross. “Yeah. So, your brother probably met his bae at a party or something.”

She does make a face at that. “Not bae. Never say that again. You’re banned.”

“Hey, Nat?” Comes a whispered voice, and Natasha turns only to feel her whole face bloom bright red as Pepper leans over with her stupid gorgeous face- “Do you have a pen I can borrow? Mine ran out?”

Natasha hands one over with sweaty fingers and what she hopes is a smile, but might be a grimace-

“Well that,” Clint mutters, laughing and choking on his snack, “was smooth.”

Natasha hits him, and it’s worth the apology the teacher makes her give.

*

There’s a big part of her that wants to play really loud music that night. Howard and Maria are out, like normal, and she knows Tony is getting ready. She wants to blast Taylor Swift or one of her podcasts, or maybe practise for her recital- but there’s thirty dollars in her purse, and she doesn’t want Tony to chicken out.

She’s curious.

So, when she hears Tony leave his room, she bolts out of hers, and follows him to the kitchen.

He’s wearing a tight black tee and dark jeans, and his hair is messy in that bedhead kind of way that meant he spent ages on it-

“Oh god,” he groans when he sees her, shooing her away. “Go. You’re banished.”

She laughs, sitting up at the breakfast bar in her pyjamas and shakes her head. “No way. I wanna meet him. What’s his name?”

Tony rolls his eyes, and he starts pulling stuff out of the cupboards. Flour, sugar, eggs- Nat frowns and wonders just how nervous he is. “Oh, right, his name, how could I forget? It’s- none of your business.” And then he pats her head with the newspaper.

She reaches forward and grabs the pot of frosting he’s taken out, popping the lid and digging out some with her finger. She’s watching her brother through her lashes, trying to be discreet, because he’s agitated, pacing, he’s a little sweaty, which is- weird. He must- the thought seems odd, he must really care about this guy.

So, she swallows her frosting, and goes for casual: “You know, Spongebob-Uglypants, I’ll probably like him, right? I like Clint, and Clint is a piece of garbage sometimes.”

Tony relaxes, just a little. “He’s uh- special.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

Natasha wants to say: high school relationships don’t last and how long have you even known him?

But she doesn’t. She just offers the chocolate icing to Tony who takes some gratefully.

And then the doorbell rings.

Nat beams and Tony groans, and goes to answer it.

There’s silence for a moment and then-

“Oh my god, you taste like chocolate!” Comes a bubbly voice, and Natasha frowns, because that doesn’t sound like a motorbike riding, black leather wearing piece of boyfriend material-

And then they walk in.

She can’t help but sputter.

The guy next to Tony is- he’s- what the fuck.

He’s all small and dainty, with pastel highlights in his curly, light brown hair. He’s wearing a pink sweater and beige corduroys and he looks like- he’s- sweet- and friendly looking and- he smiles brightly once he sees her, and Natasha cannot compute because her brother is all in black, stone-faced and sarcastic, but this boy is-

“You must be Natasha!” He squeals delightedly, bounding forward with an outstretched hand. She shakes it in disbelief, eyes flitting to Tony for confirmation that this is a joke. It must be. “Tony’s told me so much about you! Oh my gosh, you guys look so alike!”

At that, both Tony and Natasha recoil.

Tony grabs Peter’s wrist, tugs him into his side and settles a hand instinctively onto his waist and Peter cuddles him automatically.

Oh god. This isn’t a joke.

This is- this is Tony’s boyfriend, this is-

“Peter,” Tony introduces, “this is my sister. She’s promised not to be annoying today.”

“Don’t think I promised that,” Natasha quips, finally dragged out of her stunned silence. She looks over Peter again, at the bright colours and big honey eyes. “Peter, how did you and my brother meet?”

Tony looks pained. “We don’t have to-“

“Oh, it’s so sweet!” Peter gushes, “I go to Murberry and we were having a decathlon contest against your school and I got lost on my way back from the bathroom and I ran into Tony! He was so sweet and funny! And we just hit it off, right, my gorgeous scientist?” Peter nuzzles Tony’s neck and presses a sweet kiss to his cheek and Natasha bites back her laugh because this is brilliant.

She needs to start recording this.

Tony looks like he’d kill her if she tried.

“That’s right, babe,” Tony sighs, sounding resigned to his fate.

Peter pouts up at him. “No, call me by the nickname you call me all the time-“

Natasha can’t help the giggle that slips out, and Tony glares at her without any heat before whispering: ‘bambi’ right into Peter’s ear.

Oh god. This is everything. Her brother is a softie. Oh god. His weakness is pretty boys who are on decathlon teams-

“We’re about to make cookies for the charity fun run winners, Nat!” Peter exclaims, as he and Tony walk around the counter. “Do you want to join us? Oh Tony! You got the white flour just like my Uncle- you didn’t have to! You are so sweet!” And he’s tiptoeing and kissing Tony again and-

This is brilliant. Her brother is a sweet, thoughtful softie. He’s not a cool guy at all. And all the ingredients on the counter now make sense.

Tony gives her a look that says: stay and die.

So, she decides to do him a favour. “I would, Peter,” she smiles warmly, because Peter is sweet and she likes him enormously. “But I have a lot of homework to do. Say bye before you go though, okay?”

“Okay! Good luck on your homework!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony mutters, practically shoving her out.

For the rest of the evening, she hears Peter’s giggles and her brothers own, softer laughs. Laughter she’s never heard from him. She hears the low murmur of their conversation, and then silences where she tries not to think too hard about what’s happening.

When it hits midnight, and she needs to go to bed, she leaves her bedroom to tell Peter goodnight, and she finds her brother and his boyfriend on the couch, snuggled into each other, watching an old Friends episode.

“Natasha,” Peter blinks drowsily, sitting up. He’s so cute, he’s like a deer- oh. Bambi. “Hey,” he smiles, “wha’ time is it?”

She smiles back, “it’s almost midnight.”

“I need to be heading home,” Peter sighs, and Tony grumbles, half-asleep.

“Stay the night, bambi, please.”

Peter blushes a little, and kisses Tony’s nose. “I wish I could, handsome.”

Tony yawns, forcing himself up. “I’ll pick you up after practise tomorrow,” he promises, kissing Peter on the mouth, and Nat looks away politely.

“Only if you bring a spare helmet,” Peter chirps, and Tony swats at him but misses. His fingers are curled into Peter’s sweater, like he doesn’t want him to go, and Natasha can’t-

It was funny, before, with the flour in their hair and the pet names, but now- it’s just sweet and soft and warm and-

She thinks of Pepper and feels a little lonely.

After bidding Peter goodnight, Tony stares at her, as if waiting for the jokes to come, but she doesn’t have any. Okay, she does, but not for tonight.

“He’s nice,” she says, as lightly as she can, “I like him a lot. Plus, the house smells like cookies. It’s a yes from me.”

Tony scratches his chin where his awful, patchy, teenage stubble is starting to make an appearance. “It’s a yes from me too, squirt,” he says fondly, and they both go to bed.

* Natasha’s a protective little sister, just like Tony can be a protective older brother, so she stalks Peter’s facebook a little.

It’s all just gut-wrenchingly charming.

He posts an inordinate amount of cat memes but also lots of photos of him and Tony, and in all of them, Tony is a stoic-faced figure, effortless suave and leaning back with perfect hair in dark clothes, with Peter as his rainbow-splashed companion, with his huge smile and sun-dappled freckles.

Peter tags Tony in pretty much every post she sees and Tony replies to them all without fail.

Her brother is a sap, and honestly, Natasha’s kind of here for it.

Peter adds her on facebook and she hits accept- and then suddenly she’s getting tagged in stuff.

Stuff like tag the prettiest girl you know and who rocks red hair the best and- damn it, she’s getting more and more fond.

She hopes they don’t break up. She hopes high school relationships last.

Peter even comes to her recital. Rushes up to her back stage afterwards, flushed with glee, and gushes over how “amazing you are- oh god, you’re just- you’re amazing! Please tell me you want to be a violinist when you grow up.”

She laughs, glowing with pride and the rush of the performance, and shakes her head. “I don’t think so, it’s just a hobby. I’m glad you liked it though, Peter.”

“I just- Tony said how good you were, but you blew me away and-“

“Wait.” She cuts him off; surprised, “Tony said I was good?” Her arrogant, know it all brother said-

Peter rolls his eyes like she’s being silly. “He’s always talking about you! I feel like I already know you! He brags about you all the time. How you’re a black belt already, and how you stood up for that girl by punching that waiter in the face! And that he loves listening to you play- he’s come to all your recitals!”

She shakes her head, heart pounding with emotion. “That’s not- he hasn’t-“

Peter laughs, eyes crinkling, “he has! He takes a photo of you each time, he has an album on his phone- oh wait.” Peter suddenly looks worried, “that might be a present for you- oh no! Act surprised? Please?”

She can’t find the words.

She pulls Peter into a hug and shakes her head. “Tell my idiot brother I love him okay? And tell him to never let you go.” She says into his ear. 

Peter beams, and kisses her cheek. “Okay! And there’s someone waiting to talk to you outside! They asked me to tell you!” And then he’s gone, no doubt to his very-in-love boyfriend aka her brother. Will wonders never cease?

Natasha puts on her coat, and goes out into the cool, crisp air of the parking lot.

Pepper’s standing there, holding a rose.

[chobesaza]

30 questions tag game

tagged by noufi!! @aominne 

rules: Answer 30 questions and tag others  

Name/Nickname: kay

Gender: i am....a woman

Star Sign: leo

Height: 184cm

Time: 9:23

Birthday: july 28th

Favorite Bands: nct, exid, mcr, palayne royale, the oral cigarettes

Favorite Solo Artists: chunga, dua lipa and bree runaway

Song stuck in my head: this

Last Movie: wonder woman 1984

Last Show: my roomate and I binged bridgerton and hypnosis mic this weekend

When did I create this blog: this blog was 2017, but ive been on here since 2011

What do I post: animanga, kpop, comics, and movies/shows

Last thing googled: what season is episode 131 of sailor moon in

Other blogs: I was queensofthemysrica and then I deactived it and I made this one as sidepartmark then changed to jypsnation and now im here

Do I get asks: yes!

Why I chose my url: reihino was taken lol

Following: 107

Followers: 867

Average hours of sleep: 3-5

Instruments: i can play the flute, piano and i dabble in guitar

What am I wearing: sleep shorts, a kris wu hoodie and fuzzy bunny socks :)

Dream job: a museum curator   

Dream trip: i would love to germany and tour europe with the squad <3

Favorite food: it changed but right now its mac n cheese

Nationality: american

Favorite song: right now its prisoner by miley cyrus and dua lipa

Last book read: dust and decay by johnathan murberry

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: my hero, dc comic universe and bleach

tagging: @byakuyas @ayumiko @ataraxia and @sailors-moon

[9251101]

SERI FASHION EP 05

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Earring : NUMBERING #980 earring (90.10 USD) [shop here] Outer : GIAMBATTISTA VALLI floral embroidered blazer (2,072 USD) [shop here] Dress : MURBERRY morgan dress in nutmeg orabfe ditsy floral (517 USD) [shop here]

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[insanityclause]

She even changed clothes for 2 pm and 3 pm show and did make IG live for each. You can spin it different ways but if Zawe has been in London for sometime since she left NYC (1 wk ago) and her PR team thought LFW is good for her exposure wouldn't they get a ticket for a Fri or Sat show rather than 2 Sun shows? There were shows for Murberry, Vivian Westwood, etc. She could have perfeftly used fashions shows to promote her book rathervthan reusing that old BAFTA pic.

[ilalittlecriminal]

Fresh murberry..tq mdm..1st time ngga. #murberry #leaves

[talltreesandtallbuildings]

Alive

Hey guys! I haven’t been as active on Tumblr in recent times, but I wrote a little scene based on a prompt and characters my friend came up with for a school project and I thought I’d share just for the vibes. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

For some context, it’s set in a dystopian future where the world is controlled by a technology that ensures that humans function at maximum productivity. Everything is forced upon them, included jobs and relationships, based on what would be best for society. 

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Eight A.M.

Wake up.

Get dressed, suit crisp and tie perfectly flat against my chest. Check my look in the bedroom mirror to ensure it’s pristine.

It made me nauseous.

Brush teeth. Comb hair. Some days I have to shave, but today wasn’t one.

I hadn’t even needed to shave yesterday, I just did it to break the routine a bit.

Head out to the kitchen.

Breakfast. Black coffee, nutrition bar. It was flavorless, but it got the job done.

I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed something I ate.

Grab my briefcase. Flip through it to make sure all my papers were there.

Exactly the same things that were there yesterday.

Five minutes until Elise finished in the bathroom. I sat on the couch and read a book.

I’d read them all before.

We exchanged cordial conversation. She finished her breakfast. I stared at my book.

My heart was sinking. My limbs felt heavy. I tried to beat back the crushing grief, to beat back the hatred, the pain, the way I always did.

Exactly nine A.M.

Stand up.

It wasn’t working.

Walk towards the door.

I can’t do this anymore.

Hand on the doorknob.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

Leave for work.

Leave for work.

Leave for -

I sunk down onto the hardwood floor.

“Honey? What are you doing, we’re going to be late.”

My breathing had picked up, the heels of my hands pressed to my eyes to ward off oncoming tears.

“You know, I’m not feeling super great today. I think I might call in sick -”

I was cut off by the sound of the home monitor system beeping, a message ringing out that made my stomach sink.

“Mr. and Mrs. Murberry. You are going to be late to your assigned positions. Please depart in the next five minutes or face further disciplinary action.”

“I can’t. I can’t -”

“Robin? You’re starting to worry me love, what’s wrong?”

Every emotion, every thought, every hope and dream I’d tried to repress came flooding out like a tidal wave, rushing through my bloodstream all at once. My head was spinning, cheeks wet with tears as I struggled to breathe, hands tugging at the roots of my hair. I had half a mind to tear it out. Switch things up a little.

“Mr. and Mrs. Murberry. You are going to be late to your assigned positions. Please depart in the next four minutes or face further disciplinary action.”

“Robin,” My wife was on her knees, crouched down in front of me. For a second I thought I saw care in her eyes, but she quickly said, “We’re going to be late, come on.”

“Shut up.”

Hurt flickered across her face. “Excuse me?”

“Shut up. Everything needs to just shut -”

“Mr. and Mrs. Murberry. You are going to be late to your assigned positions. Please depart in the next three minutes or face further disciplinary action.”

“Robin, we are seriously going to be late, you know what happens if you’re not at maximum productivity come on -”

“Elise just shut the fuck up! For five seconds, stop regurgitating their bullshit!” I snapped at her, desperately trying to regain control of my emotions.

“‘Their bullshit’ what the hell are you talking about? I’m not getting in trouble because you’re on some anti-establishment nonsense -”

“Mr. and Mrs. Murberry. You are going to be late to your assigned positions. Please

depart in the next two minutes or face further disciplinary action.”

At this point, a steady alarm had started beeping, warning us that we needed to go. Elise had stood back up, briefcase in one hand, one resting on the doorknob. For a second, I thought she was going to leave me.

That was, until she knelt back down in front me, grabbing my hands and gently rubbing them with her thumbs. She was fighting her instincts, I knew she was. The instincts that told her to listen to the alarms, that we were wasting valuable time and energy, that we had to abide by the rules.

But she kept her eyes on me, her small hands holding mine, soothing me as I sucked in ragged, deep breaths.

“Mr. and Mrs. Murberry. You are going to be late to your assigned positions -”

“I don’t want to go to my motherfucking assigned position!” I shouted, the raw emotion in my voice making my throat hurt. “Don’t you see what this is doing to us? People aren’t meant to fucking live like this!”

Of course, the system didn’t answer. It couldn’t answer. If the neighbors weren’t out the door by now, the same alarm was going off at their house, or the house down the street, or a block away. It was all automated, systematic and perfect, the way they wanted everything to be.

“I’m not some perfect fucking robot, ok? I don’t want to do this anymore!” I wasn’t in control of the words coming out of my mouth, my blood was boiling in an anger I’d tried so diligently to bury.

“Honey, look at me.” Elise’s voice snapped me out of it. My wife, the woman I was told I was supposed to love. Her voice was caring, but when I met her eyes, they were empty. I knew mine were too.

“I want you to fall in love with me.” I said softly, watching her brows crease with confusion.

“What do you mean? We’re already married.”

“That’s not love,” I gave her a small smile, a different sort of tears pooling in my eyes, “I don’t think we’d know love if it knocked on our door, darling.”

Her breath caught in her throat, turning over what I’d said. Finally, she responded.

“I enjoy being with you.”

“I enjoy being with you too, my dear.”

She looked like she was forcing back tears when she said, “I want to fall in love with you.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The emotional dam I’d worked so hard to build was broken, everything I’d been hiding seeping through the cracks so fast I could do nothing but watch. And as I watched, I saw her dam cracking as well, my hands on her waist as she leaned in to kiss me, lips pressed to mine in a rare moment of passion. A rare moment of feeling.

When we pulled apart, she quickly rose to her feet, holding out her hand to me.

“We’re going to be late for work.”

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We were, in fact, late for work.

Not late enough to receive any infractions, but late enough that I had to endure a day full of glares, and whispers behind my back.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I was drained from this morning, annoyed by the people around me, scared to talk to Elise…

God, feeling was fucking tiring.

But when I met up with her in the parking garage, she smiled, holding out her hand for me to take. I clasped it in mine, feeling a warmth in my chest at the sight of her.

We’d spent our lives together, there was no denying that there was a fondness there. But I’d never before felt the butterflies that I did when she squeezed my hand tighter, chatting away about her day like we had all the time in the world.

We got in the car, and I ran my hands over the leather of the steering wheel, a dangerous idea forming in the back of my mind. And she knew. Because of course she knew. She was my wife.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably not going to end well.”

Her voice was quiet, almost like she was begging me not to listen to her.

“I know.” I replied, echoing her tone.

We sat there in silence for a moment, the air thick with the promise of uncertainty. I felt my heart begin to race with anticipation at the thought of what I was about to do.

I turned to her, and she was already looking at me. Our eyes met, and she nodded. It was small, almost imperceptible. But it was there. I knew. I was her husband.

I cupped her face with my hands, pulling her in for another deep kiss, drinking in the feeling of her lips pressed to mine, with so much new emotion between us.

One hand moved from her face down to the bottom of the steering wheel, feeling the metal plate that I knew - thanks to thousands of construction manuals - would be there. I pulled it open, and Elise heard it, breaking the kiss as her eyes widened slightly.

“It’s ok, baby. We’re going to be ok.” I reassured her, foreheads still pressed together. This time, she fully nodded.

“I know.”

On that note, I pulled out the wire connecting the car to the governmental tracking system, feeling every nerve in my body stand on end as I held it in my hand. I turned back to her, watching as the gravity of what we’d just done hit her.

I expected her to freak out. To tell me I’ve lost my mind.

I sure as hell felt like I had.

Instead, she just smiled. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her genuinely, wholeheartedly smile.

There was a wicked glint of mischief in her eyes, and she took the wire from my hands, chucking it into the backseat of the car before pulling me for another kiss. This one was shorter, both of us too hyped up on excitement and adrenaline to focus on one thing for more than five seconds at a time.

“So,” She started, “Where do you want to go?”

And in that moment, I felt everything. For the first time in years, I felt like I actually had a choice, like I could control my experiences. I felt nerves, and joy, and the promise of love and life and everything I never knew I was missing.

I was human.

I was alive.

And I was never going back.

[carrotchipper]

Had an idea for an RPG set in a big city, so I made some pixel art of a few enemies. Click for captions..

These were fun, so if you had any more ideas for pixel characters hmu

[whereisbizzy]

First night with the Murberry

After two nights in the NICU, where I've decided he was the nicutie - get it? I know, shut up - he's home. It's worth mentioning that I just started writing this post and of course now he wakes up. My poor nipples are already trying to shrink back inside me in anticipation. Some people say breastfeeding isn't supposed to hurt, but if that's true, I'm already the worst at it. I've only been a parent for 3 days, isn't it too early to be the worst? Be back in a minute, or longer. Latching can be rough.

[mara16pollonini]

Il gelso: dolcissimo frutto #amazing #art #murberry #sagre #fruit https://www.instagram.com/p/BwGo56Tov9g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v1z14wncqvsp

[colorful-sims]

GEN ONE : CAROLINE MURBERRY

San Myshuno ; Karaoke Enthusiast ; Bisexual !!

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