#ok mart

[mosqitofood]

[miragenite]

the mystery man :) is here :)

[kubfoo]

damn.

[moxymaxing]

(said like a normal person) hello

[craniozito]

Pop Mart Astro Boy Diverse Life cards

I don't have the secret one, sorry.

[u3pxx]

highlights of the third day of art mart:

TWO OUT OF THREE HAIKYUU STICKER SHEETS GOT SOLD OUT BABYYYY

in my humble onion, i think our set up looked quite nice today pftt

managed to get the very last tsukki button someone was selling bc if they managed to sold out before id gotten it i wouldve killed myse

GOT A HAIR CLIP THAT'S LIKE A LIL ANIME ANGRY SYMBOL ITS SO CUTESSS

i was out when this happened but my boothmates listed it down for me, there was one person who bought stickers of like, every yaoi pair in my catalogue DHFJD (like phoenix + edgeworth, klavier + apollo, etc.) i know what you are

pleasantly surprised with how many people are getting herlock. i think he's selling more than phoenix LOL

GOT A PICTURE WITH A KENMA COSPLAYER WAHHHH!!!! i gave them a kenma doodle and a hay nakuu!! sticker sheet and they liked it 🥹

the excited faces the people made when i said, "congratulations on getting the very last one, it's sold out!"

i have more highlights as a buyer than a seller today actually DGDJD im just very grateful and happy for everybody who's stopped by to get anything from me :'^)

[trasho-pando2011]

here's a long ass Tumblr sexyman tier list. judge me as you wish

[sparky-is-spiders]

Ok I do actually need to work on assignments, but here's a short little thing I wrote about aro Jon. Hopefully later I can come back to it and add a few more scenes and give it a good polish (it's a tad rough lol) but for now enjoy. Fic under the cut.

Warnings for: descriptions of burning (about on par with what happens in episode 67 in terms of severity (w/ Jack and Agnes))

“Oh are you working on- er, is that the statement with Agnes?”

Jon leveled a cold, flat stare at Martin. The kind which, in a better world, would be capable of wiping people from existence. Martin failed to dematerialize. Jon rubbed their forehead.

“Case #0071803, yes. What about it.” It should’ve been more of a question, really, but they just couldn’t be bothered with the inflection. They were too exhausted, and quite frankly Martin wasn’t worth the effort.

“Nothing! Nothing! Just…” Martin trailed off for a moment. Jon briefly entertained fantasies of him turning around and leaving. As per usual, Martin failed to meet expectations. “It seems sort of romantic, doesn’t it?”

What? “What?”

“Well… you know… I mean it was horrible, obviously. But… at the same time it was sort of- was sort of sweet? I mean, he must’ve really loved her.”

Jon took a brief moment to compose themselves, “Martin, that’s-” then another one, for good measure. “She-” The memory of scalding heat, of liquid flesh flowing between their teeth, a searing agony they had never experienced and yet knew intimately-

A deep breath. “Forgive me if I don’t see what’s so ‘romantic’ about receiving third degree burns just for a kiss.”

Martin looks hurt, maybe. Or somehow upset. And like maybe his hurt or upset or whatever else is somehow Jon’s fault.

“But… haven’t you ever-”

And wherever Martin was going with that particular line of inquiry, Jon didn’t need to hear it.

“No, I have not. Now if you are quite finished, I need to get back to work.”

They stared him down with as much ice as they could muster, and at least this time, it had the desired effect of encouraging Martin to remove himself from their office.

***

Somewhere in Jon’s flat, tucked away in some crevasse or fallen behind the sofa, there is a flag. On it, there is purple, fading to white, fading to green. A reckless purchase made upon the news of their promotion, when they thought it might just be them and Sasha and Tim, and perhaps it would be alright, if a few other people knew.

It had arrived in a small package on the first day of their new position, when Jon had learned that it would be Sasha and Tim and Martin. They had considered putting it there anyway, in the little clay pencil-holder shaped like a cat (apparently it had been Gertrude’s, and it was quite possibly the only useful thing she had left behind).

They thought about unknown eyes measuring it. Measuring them. They thought about questions, and unwanted comments, and all the opinions people liked to have about love and sex and abstention from either.

The flag never made it out of their flat.

[snnyleo]

some martlets in wiggly paint c:

[joja-co-official]

oh ur a joja co member? *slams u against a wall* prove it. *bites my lip and smirks* show your joja membership card to me. ur a member right? *growls in ur ear* ur A JOJA MEMBER understand?? *grabs u by the collar* i cant hear you. tell me that youre A JOJA CO MEMBER

[theood]

#3 Horizontal * @troutpaws' inktober

Sometimes, I get lost in the thought that I died. Never how, or why, I just am. And I'll lay very still, as it plays out. Who misses me, who gets my toys, how quickly they all move on. Sometimes I replay it. Over and over until I make myself cry. It's cathartic, I tell myself, when it's all over. When I'm not dead, but alive, and achy on the hardwood floor.

[kubfoo]

watched my boyfriend playtest beastie ball today... i would die for you hopsong

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her name is jester

[moxymaxing]

a few of these guys

[leggy-martian]

This fool has chewed the beginnings of a hot spot, or something like that, between his toes, so for now he must suffer The Sock (stocking edition for airflow)

[morris-the-manager]

Now I feel bad for you :( you’re like a sopping wet cat sitting in an old cardboard box in a dark, filthy alleyway near a dumpster. Pitiful little creature, sad little weewee.

....

[sparky-is-spiders]

Thinking about Jon mourning his relationship with Elias and doing it alone.

Thinking about Jon having so many little fond memories of Elias. Discussions with him when he still worked in research. Little bickering arguments from when Jon was first promoted. His fondness for scheduling. Thinking about Jon missing those times so much that it aches. Thinking about Jon mourning the person he thought he knew, the person he did know, the connection they always had. When Elias is in prison and won't even see him. When Elias is in the panopticon above the world, far away from Jon. Thinking about Jon still caring about Elias, missing him despite everything.

Jon would have all those little memories of Elias, I think. And he would pick over them, and wonder which ones were real (all of them, in a way), and which ones were lies (all of them, in a way). And he would never be able to say anything. Because he's the only one who ever had that connection to Elias, and by the time Elias is out of Jon's reach nobody who would understand is left.

Just. Just thinking of Jon mourning his relationship with Elias, and having to do it alone.