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“Jude! God, c’mere.” Michelle thrusts me into the centre of the group, where someone has propped a card against a vase on the counter. I ensure to arrange my features carefully into some sort of surprised expression. 

“Oh, what? This for me?”

“Yes,” they cry. It’s a handmade card that says ‘you’re dead to us’ on the front. “Aw, Jesus, thanks!” I say, and they laugh and watch me while I open it and start reading some messages scrawled on the inside. There are so many of them, many even squeezed into the tiniest corners, or sideways along the edge.

‘Good luck on your big adventure!’ some say. Others share a memory, wish me luck, express jealousy at my escape. I close it. 

“I’ll read this late when you’re not all gawking at me,” I tell them, which gets a good laugh despite the lack of comedy, and as I look around at their faces, their sad, sentimental smiles and I wish the night was over already, and I was already gone. I feel exposed, like a man under a spotlight without something to say. Would they like me to entertain them? To read their messages and get emotional in the middle of my kitchen?

I catch Jen’s eye. She’s behind the others, by the patio door, dressed in a very funereal black, and an expression to match. While chatter resumes around me, I jerk my head towards the garden, and without words, she understands. She slips through the door and out into the night. 

Jen and I wordlessly follow the path that winds down from the house to the pergola at the back of the garden. We sit on a bamboo settee shielded by trees from the road, where the occasional car passes. The breeze lifts pieces of her hair that frame her face. 

She is staring towards the kitchen, its yellow light pouring out into the garden when she breaks the silence. 

“What a weird party.” 

I exhale a laugh through my nose. “Honestly, I didn’t know if you’d even come.”

She purses her lips. “I’m not totally sure why I did.”

“Maybe you had something you wanted to say.”

“Maybe. Though I wasn’t sure you’d want to hear it.” She looks at me then, her brown eyes dark in the failing light as they study mine. “It surprised me to see Evie here.”

“Me too. I didn’t think she’d come.”

“On her own, too.”

I shrug. “Shane and Claire were busy. They were going to their debs.”

“Ah, the debs.” She picks lint from her black mesh top and laughs humourlessly. “Bet you’re sorry you’ll miss ours. I know how excited you were to suit up for it.”

Even the concept of wearing a suit makes me uncomfortable, as though an invisible tie is pulled too tightly at my throat. “You’re going, I presume.”

“Yeah, with Michelle. The two of us are kind of like the dateless losers in the year. Feels about right to end it all this way.”

“I didn’t think Michelle would be interested in all that stupid stuff, if I’m honest.”

“I think that’s what you assumed. If you’d asked her, she might have told you something different.”

“Hm,” I say. “More evidence of being a kind of shit boyfriend, isn’t it?”

An infinitesimal smile nudges at her lips. “I always said you were better apart. She really brought out the worst in you.”

“It felt that way, to be honest. When I was with her, I really didn’t like myself, or I wasn’t completely myself around her.”

“Well, then. Hopefully, one day you’ll find someone who lets you be yourself. It’s what everyone wants for themselves.”

I nod. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“I kind of thought you’d found that with Evie.”

I sigh, suddenly irritated, while she draws into herself, hands tucked under her arms. “Sorry,” she says. “I don’t know the right thing to say about her.”

“I kind of wish you wouldn’t say anything to me about her, because, like…”

“It isn’t my business, and all that,” she finishes, and with a nod, she turns her face toward the bushes flanking the garden with their spiky black leaves silhouetted against the deep blue sky.

My voice trembles. “Jen, I don’t want to be angry with you right now, like, I don’t want to go off and start this new part of my life when I feel this way, but the things you said to Evie at the festival, I just… It’s like, no matter how much I think it over, I can’t come up with a reason you would say those things to her.”

She tugs the sleeve of her top between her teeth, just shaking her head. I lift my hands from my lap to look at them. They are quivering, so I clench them into fists as I continue.

“You should have been there on that second night, Jen, and seen the way she was crying. The things you said got into her head, you know what I mean? You can’t just make shit up and tell it to someone like it’s a fact. I know you love to gossip and tell stories, but this is what happens when you go too far. It has real consequences. Like, a real impact on people.”

“Yeah.”

“You told her I was staying.”

Again, she agrees, eyes still fixed on the garden. 

“Jen.”

She swallows, hard. 

“How come you said that? It’s not like I ever told you I was going to do that, is it?”

She mumbles something incoherent. 

“What? Come on, just talk to me.”

“I assumed you would.”

“You assumed? Why would you assume?”

I realise that speaking is difficult for her, as she is holding back her tears. I should feel more sympathetic towards her, but I’m righteous. With a steadiness I know is shrinking her, I stare into her face.

“Maybe it was both that I assumed and I hoped. Like, a mixture of the two.”

“Go on.”

“You seemed happy this summer, at certain moments. It was just… like,” a laboured swallow, “you’d come home late after being with her, and you were just… Happy, and talking all about her and going on and on about the funny things she said to you.”

“So?”

“So, like, I thought you’d end up going out with her in the end, and that you felt so strongly about her that you’d stay in Dublin to be with her. I don’t know, it didn’t seem that crazy an idea. You were acting like you were in love or something.” Now, she looks at me, her eyes hurt, but still searching for confirmation. Perhaps, if she were especially astute, she might have seen somewhere on my face the flash of emotion that jolted through me. I convince myself she hasn’t seen a thing and clench my jaw. 

“I think that was a fairly stupid assumption to make.”

“I don’t. You’ve always done things because pretty girls wanted you to. It’s like your life is based around chasing whatever feeling it is that you get when one of them likes you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“It’s not,” I insist. “Look at me now, huh? I’m leaving her for Germany.”

“Fine,” she whispers. “I just thought you’d stay. That’s all.”

“I won’t.”

“I know that.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Do you?”

She exhales, frustrated, and throws her hands upon her lap. “Yes, I know it. Look at me, here, at your going away party. It’d be pretty fucking mental if I didn’t know it, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you’ve acknowledged it.”

“You haven’t talked to me in two weeks.”

“Before that, Jen.”

She fixes the full, passionate force of her stare at me as tears fill her eyes. “Because I don’t want you to go, do I? Because I thought if I didn’t look at it, then it’d all just go away.”

I feel a surge of emotion. My throat tightens as though clenched by a fist. “Well… It doesn’t.”

“Yeah,” as the first tears spill onto her cheeks, she wipes them away with the heel of her hand. “I just didn’t want things to end. I thought if you stayed for her, then I wouldn’t have to lose you, and nothing would change.”

“They have to, though. That’s how life goes. Everything changes and everything ends, and we all just get older and things move on.”

She whimpers. “But you’re moving on without me.”

I reach out and stroke her knee with my thumb over the loose threads of the hole in her jeans. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

“I just don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You’ll just live your life, and I’ll live mine, and-”

“We’ll be apart. How can I go without seeing you all the time? You’ve always just been there, and now I’ll have to get used to you being so far away, and never seeing you, and you’re, like, one of the few friends I even have, and you-”

“No, come on. You’ll make new friends in college.”

“I don’t want new friends. I don’t want to meet new people and have to explain these little things about me, and my backstory and what I like to watch on TV and order at the takeaway, and what sorts of jokes make me laugh. You already know it all, and you’ll know them better than anyone else ever will, because you were there when I decided I liked them.”

“Jenny, we’ll still talk, and we’ll visit each other-”

“There’s no point pretending it’ll be the same, because it won’t. You’re going to say you’ll stay in touch with me and we’ll be best friends forever, but that won’t happen. You’ll find people who are better, and just forget.”

“Never.”

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[sweet-potato-42]

cant wait for ACAU to jpin tomorrow and just see tubbo on the side grinding coins like crazy desperate to unlock create mod

or maybe he'll already have unlocked it and will actually just be doing like 12 hours streams all the time

Unfortunate with the way tubbo streams even when doign super long streams he wont be live at the time a korean streamer would be on lmao

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hello! Do you know if they are going to say at what time the second season will be out? I watched Good Omens some months after it came out, so I don't know how it works. Im from South America and we tend to be left out when series announce the official airing time anyway

Hiya! :) Just today they put official release time on Prime Good Omens Page :). Write "12:00 AM GMT" into google or see the table :).

[themiiofalltime]

Round Three: Triples

hello all ye tumbles, sorry this has taken so long i have been. the following are the polls that will be in round three:

Hamburger Mii vs I Want Die vs Satoru Iwata

Magical John vs Eteled vs Matt

Two Faced vs Iris Archwell vs Petch from Texas

Blumii vs Reggie Fils-Aimé vs Creepylady

All four polls (technically round A, B, C and D respectively) will run at the same time: starting on Thursday 25th May and lasting 1 week.

The winner of each of these polls wins the prize of getting added to my Tomadachi Life island because that sounds fun.

keep tumbling and enjoy the miis!

[atldiscourse]

i accidentally heard oh, calamity earlier and thought damn alex could write once, what happened my guy??

where did we go long we lost a friend :(

[askgunpowdertim]

[... Excerpt from notebook labelled "GUNPOWDER TIM -DO NOT READ", written in cursive English in pink scented glitter pen:

30/12/2022 FRI

Jonny's really pretty. Especially when they're covered in blood. And gore. Especially my blood and gore. <3

REMINDER: No more first mate-ing Jonny.

Asked Jonny to mess around with some fireworks later.

REMINDER: Pick up some alcohol for later. Don't forget the gasoline and machine oil.

Aurora is Not fireworks-proof.

Thankfully for her (and for me), I asked Nastya first before testing it. She said to just land somewhere to set fireworks on.

REMINDER: Ask Brian and Ivy to land on a planet so we can have some proper festivities.

There was ...another Ashes? I think? They were pretty cool.

- Gunpowder Tim]

[peridots-pixiwolf]

what is happening

[fl0z3]

[curiositypolling]

GMT time

this will only vaguely work if it gets some spread so reblogs appreciated!

[palms-upturned]

Al-Shifa Hospital is a ‘big prison’, says director

Nov 17th, 12:25 GMT

As Israel continues its raid of al-Shifa Hospital, the director of al-Shifa says the medical compound has become a “big prison” and a “mass grave” for all those inside.

Muhammed Abu Salmiya tells Al Jazeera that there are 7,000 people in the hospital and staff are still working to help patients but they “lost all those who were in the intensive care unit”.

“We are left with nothing, no power, no food, no water. with every passing minute, we are losing a life. Overnight we lost 22 persons, [and] for the past three days the hospital has been kept under siege,” Salmiya said.

He added that they have appealed to leave the hospital but are being denied by Israeli forces.

“It’s a war crime. A full-fledged war crime,” he said.

[contact-guy]

more physical copies of WATSON'S SKETCHBOOK are arriving soon! I will be opening the site for sales on FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 1 at 9:00am PST/12:00 noon EST/4:00pm GMT. Last time they sold out quite quickly, so I recommend setting an alarm if you want one from this batch!

Here is the link for the shop where you can find them (as well as other comics!)

WATSON'S SKETCHBOOK is a 178 page zine of sketches and comics from the Sherlock Holmes canon, which I've been posting in webcomic form on tumblr and my newsletter. Ships worldwide.

obligatory cat+books post under cut:

TOAST!

[guzhufuren]

"A young lord of a marriageable age meets a cold-blooded assassin."

First uncensored wuxia BL show Meet You At The Blossom starts tomorrow July 11th at 8PM GMT+8 on:

YouTube / iQIYI / GagaOOLala / Viki / WeTV / Heavenly / Loklok (check your streaming regions here)

First 2 episodes on July 11th, then 1 episode every Wednesday and Thursday. 12 episodes, 40 minutes each. Has an option of thai dubbing and thai subtitles on iQIYI, WeTV, Loklok and YouTube.

Filming location, styling team, source danmei novel: China. Production/distribution by Thailand. Director from Taiwan. Chinese and thai actors.

Lead actors confirmed that they will have kisses and 18+ scenes in the show.

Synopsis: "Jin Xiaobao, the cheerful heir of the wealthiest family in Jiangnan, meets an enigmatic young woman and falls in love with her at first sight. This “woman,” however, turns out to be a disguised young man named Huaien. When Huaien learns who Xiaobao is, he hatches a plot – hoping to use Xiaobao’s feelings for him to access the Jin family’s riches. But this vile plan backfires when Huaien starts to develop real feelings for Xiaobao." (trailer 1 and 2)

[girlinplaits]

12 hour shift down. Ice-skating after work with friends. The mission continues to do things to keep me awake to watch tonight’s episode live…

[fl0z3]

[cantsayidont]

Balsam Ibrahim (@balsamibrahim), whose vetted campaign I've been reblogging for several days, has asked me to also share this campaign that is raising money to provide water for the people in the displacement camp in Az-Zawaida. Here is a photo she took of people waiting for water:

Balsam says:

This campaign is more important than my personal one because it helps more than 60 families. Imagine, €100 or €50 can help more than 60 families.

Right now, as of 12:26 GMT on 18 October 2024, this campaign is at $2,955 of its $7,500 goal.

[hotdiggedydevil]

happy bday!

everybody say happy birthday to axel tmrw pleasee :DD only thing keeping me stable