#my guy 🙄🙄🙄

[hughiecampbelle]

Hope you’ll feel well soon!! Put your health first and don’t worry about our requests, we can wait. Take breaks when you can and drink lots of water to be hydrated. Hope you have a great day/night!

Omg you're too sweet my love!!! 😘😘😘 I've got my emotional support water bottle and lots of Ensure lol. Thank you for being so understanding 💕 I hope you have the most lovely day/night! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

[aerequets]

sorry

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it gets progressively messier the sleepier i get, but i feel like it fits the vibe!

[rotisseries]

pre calamity era zelink was so funny. the legend of miss hatergirl and her one-sided feud with the king of minding his own business

[morganbritton132]

Steve and Eddie arguing in the background while Dustin sets up a science experience on a live stream. Eddie nearly breaks a microscope swinging around an extension cord and Steve is like, “you’re a menace to society.”

Eddie: Really because only one of us willingly joined the fight against evil and big government.

Steve: It’s because I’m a hero!

Eddie, smiling: Yeah, you are!

Dustin: That makes you the princess in distress.

Eddie: If a big hairy man carries me out of certain death, I’ll die happy.

Dustin & Steve: You’re not allowed to die!

[hiphopcherrrypop]

something sowmthing the kageyama brothers + their blue eyed weirdboys

[pumpkinrootbeer]

"how can he be ace when he acts like that 🤣😂" Im so sorry to be the first person to tell you this but... Asexual people. can have personalities.

[yuwuta]

WHEREVER YOU WANNA GO, THAT’S FINE WITH ME — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO 

cw mentioned/talks about death but not like… in a serious way 😭 this whole thing is very unserious and stupid it’s just a thought i couldn’t get out of my head, megumi being… megumi, f2l but what’s new, also inspired by some clip from a tv show i’ve seen on tt but idk the name of it, if you do pls let me know

you ask megumi you make one of those marriage pacts with you—that if neither of you are married by thirty-five, you two will get married to each other—and he just hums for a moment before asking, “do you think i’ll be better suited for marriage at thirty-five?”

“what? n—i don’t know? maybe? it just seems like an appropriate age to get married if you’re not already, that’s all,” you explain.

more humming. he blinks, “i don’t think i’ll be all that different at thirty-five.”

“well, that’s concerning,” you joke, “you’re supposed to change—grow a little bit as a person and all that, megumi. even you are capable of it.”

“i won’t want anything different out of a marriage at thirty-five than i would right now,” he corrects you, then turns to you, and with all seriousness demands, “so, state your stipulations. what do you want from me, let’s figure out of this is gonna work now.” 

you scoff, and cross your arms. “what do i want from you? that’s not how a marriage works.” 

“that’s how this friendship already works.” 

you say, megumi does; he pushes it than he should have, you say to stop, and eventually he does, and the cycle continues. he’s always stubborn, and sacrificing himself beyond necessity, and you’re always pulling his ear for it. 

“okay. fine,” you settle, straightening your posture, “i want a house. three bedrooms, so nobara and yuuji don’t have to bicker about sharing when they stay over.” 

megumi considers it, then counters with, “four. gojo needs a bedroom, too. one floor, i don’t like stairs.” 

“where the fuck are we going to find a one-level four-bedroom house? i don’t want to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.” 

“we’ll find one,” he shrugs, doesn’t flinch when he promises: “or i’ll have one made for us. next: vacations.” 

“twice per year. somewhere tropical, and somewhere metropolitan.” 

“i don’t like the beach.” 

“then you don’t have to go on the beach.” 

“you’re responsible for me if i burn.” 

“i’m responsible for you either way, i’m your wife,” you taunt, “pets, next. i want dogs. two. maybe three. and a bunny.” 

“no bunnies, they’re too much work.”

“but i want a bunny, megumi.” 

“you won’t have time for a bunny,” he rolls his eyes, “and you’re gonna get pissed when it chews up the expensive couch you’re gonna make me buy, and takes a shit in the expensive fruit bowl you’re gonna con gojo out of. no bunnies.” 

you pout and frown, but megumi doesn’t budge: “no bunnies.” 

you sigh, “no bunnies, but i want the dogs.” 

“i didn’t say no to the dogs. unless you want a golden, then i’m not raising that.” 

“why not? we already have yuuji.” 

“exactly, we already have yuuji.” 

“fine. i want a king sized bed. the really big, oversized ones you get in america.” 

“done. children?” 

“you want children?”

megumi shrugs, but you swear there’s a dust of pink on his cheeks, “maybe. maybe not. if i did, no more than two.” 

and suddenly you can’t help but feel heat in your own face, hot with the image of two tiny megumis running around. 

“that’s fine with me. maybe kids, but no more than two,” you cough, “i want one of those heated driveways for the house.”

“i’ll have it built. i’ll clean and do laundry and take out the trash if you cook.”

“what about days i don’t cook?”

“then i’ll do that, too,” megumi nods, “anything else?”

“yes. if i die first, you can remarry, but you visit my grave at least twice a year, and bring peonies. and that picture of me from prom where i look really good.” 

“no.” 

you stop. you blink. “what do you mean ‘no?’ you wouldn’t visit my grave?—kinda cruel considering i birthed your up-to-two future children and raised your dogs.” 

“i won’t remarry. and i don’t want you to if i die first,” he corrects you, again, “and there’s no dying first and leaving me behind, i’m going with you.”

he doesn’t leave room for debate in his declarations: won’t, don’t; not wouldn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t—you have to pinch yourself to stop chasing the rabbit of temptation running through your mind. 

“i don’t… think you get to decide that,” you chuckle. 

“of course i do,” megumi grins, uncrosses his legs and leans over. he reaches a hand to the back of your head and pushes it forward until your foreheads meet gently; and as if the affection wasn’t shocking enough, he continues, “where you go, i go. that’s marriage, right?” 

he widens his smile a bit, before letting you go, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms like nothing happened, and you’re left staring, blinking, breathing shallowly like prey that narrowly escaped being caught.

you don’t speak, so megumi does, “i have one more thing.” 

and slowly, you unthaw enough to let out a questioning hum. megumi tilts his head before telling you, “i want your last name.” 

“what? you��you would change your name?” you stutter, “but fushiguro is so pretty! and it’s your mom’s name, so few people get their mother’s names.” 

“yeah. this way, our up-to-two children get their mother’s names, too.” 

“i—okay… yeah, i guess they do,” you gape, then pout, “wait, what if i wanted to be mrs. fushiguro?” 

“tough luck,” he grins, “you get everything else.” 

you get me, instead, is what’s left unsaid. 

“okay, fine. sounds like a deal to me.” 

“great. we can’t have a spring wedding because gojo and toji will sneeze obnoxiously loudly, and we can’t have a summer wedding because the anniversary will conflict with our tropical vacation, and nobara will kill us if it’s too close to her birthday,” he says, standing up from the couch to head to the kitchen, “so i’ll see you at the courthouse in september.” 

you nod reflexively, sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smile. it’s a while before your brain processes his words, and when it finally does, you spring up in a fluster, “september? megumi, i said when when we’re thirty-five and if neither of us are already married! megumi? megumi fushiguro, come back here!” 

[opera-ghost]

it's immensely funny to me how andrew lloyd webber read this passage from the book and was like yeah the journey down to the phantom's lair is this really breathtaking magical gondola ride where christine is just captivated by the strange and fantastical beauty of it all (see below)

when in the novel they're both like in a rowboat in the dark with christine scared out of her mind and confused as hell while erik is paddling like he's out for an extreme day of fishing and just staring christine down for the entire duration of the journey without blinking once . like mind you his eyes quite literally GLOW in the DARK and he's just fucking staring into her soul and silently rowing and probably not even breathing like

[apuff]

the fact that the killjoys are teenagers is crazy bro like those guys should be finishing their geometry homework not saving the girl from bli 😭

[velvetjune]

can’t stop thinking about that book club in control where everyone’s reviews were about a seemingly different plot entirely and predicted how they would die in the actual game. actually incredible to piece together while playing and inherently a little funny. haunted book

[cabeswaterdrowned]

would absolutely love for part of the context of the “you’ve dated way more than I have” (which I will always maintain that whatever other factors are involved, had way more to do with Adam’s perception of Gansey’s levels of experience than the actuality of them / Adam is an unreliable narrator because he thinks of Gansey as the coolest hottest person evah and assumes everyone else feels this way too) to be that Adam spent ages thinking that Malory was their age but just had older mannerisms / hobbies like Gansey does and that Gansey might have dated them… in my mind the first time Gansey ever brings up Malory pre series he doesn’t use pronouns so Adam constructs this image of this glamorous old money English girl who has all of Gansey’s interests and is rabidly jealous of her, and also into the image of her in his head. Then like a few months later he realizes he’s a guy and is still jealous even though he thinks Gansey is straight or is he??… then like a few months after that it becomes clear he’s older but he’s still not sure How much older and this is Adam hot for evil Latin teacher Parrish so he’s still not ruling out the jealousy… and then he meets Malory and is embarrassed for his previous thoughts but still jealous, because he spent for much time with Gansey and because Adam is a neurotic freak.

[fence-time]

Pīwakawaka jimmy. If you even care /silly

[sunnysssol]

it's called ruscan, not ruscannot 🌝 bonus:

( comms open )

[blondieeu]

next to you. jean k.

jean kirschten worships your body through kisses.

everytime he gets the chance to he kisses every spot on your body that he can get his hands on.

you’d think it was a sexual thing when you first hear about it but it’s not always like that.

jean kisses and rubs your feet, while you lay together to watch some new marvel movie that just came out. he does it because he remembers you saying the other day the heels you wore hurt your feet.

“do they feel better? can’t have my baby hurt on the job.”

jean kisses your shoulders when you drop your heavier bag and take your coat off, he knows how stiff they can get.

jean treats his kisses like they’re a healing ointment that only works on you. he values your time and how well you take care of yourself.

so whenever he catches you throwing on those heels that hurt you more than they look good he buys you a new pair. maybe they’re not he exact same ones and don’t look identical but they still match the same when you put on the same outfit, and they feel better to you.

or when he sees you with that god awful tote you force yourself to wear because it has the space you need for your work items he gives you the bag he originally bought for your birthday.

“take it. looks like you need it now girl”

or on a more romantic note, jean kisses down your stomach when he’s starting foreplay. doesn’t matter if it’s just a quickie or he’s making real love to you, he always does it because he knows how it gets you going.

he kisses your forehead before he leaves your shared apartment and when he comes back he kisses your lips because of how much he liked the lipstick you wore. or maybe he noticed the small frown you had on your face because your day hasn’t been that good.

blondieeu xx

[ganemouchie]

DRAG QUEEN TIM STOKER *EVERYBODY CLAPPED*

Based on this post by @dgoul (hope you dont mind me tagging you aough)

[icebluecyanide]

I think the funniest Yassen moment in the books that still cracks me up every time is when Cray is like 'what was up with the bullfight? I think you may have known he would survive' and Yassen is like 'I hoped he would', right to Cray's face, and gets annoyed with Cray for questioning his motives lmao