#this post is dedicated to my partner

[fixing-bad-posts]

Your prose is god's gift to writing. your ass too good. It's wild like maybe u r a religion.

[accioepiphany]

UMMMM

[chiquilines]

Damn so everyone was as starved for miryumi content as i was? Have another treat

[mommalosthermind]

So this happened:

Me: “I feel like I wrote Lisa kinda snotty in this passage, d’you think she could pull off snotty?”

Him: “Not really? If you want bitchy then you need Yae Miko, Lisa’s kinda normal unless you’re late with a book.”

Me: “…Lisa’s vaguely condescending though.”

Him: “Yeah, I can see that. Miko can be straight up mean but Lisa would be like, ‘Careful cutie, keep that up and I might forget your safeword,”

Which I can fucking hear, and it is thus completely not my fault that this immediately popped into my head:

(Lisa/Jean/Kaeya under the cut)

Teatime is meant to be sacred, you know. It’s a darling little ritual to break up the day. Peaceful, harmonious. If, lately, it’s also come with a delightful side of spending time with Jean, and occasionally Kaeya, well, that’s just two more reasons for teatime to be important, don’t you think?

Sometimes, though, not even the fear of Lisa’s wrath can keep Jean’s underlings from interrupting.

Lisa’s fingertips rub circles into her temples. In all honesty, she tuned out whatever crisis this is ages ago. Her tea’s lone gone. The other two cups, so carefully brewed, are cold. No one’s touched the assortment of sliced fruits, nor the biscuits.

It might be selfish of her, to be sad over such a silly thing, but really, is it? Jean works so hard. Lisa all but bullied her into routinely meeting up like this, and Kaeya’s no better. Yes, she’s sad about the loss of their quiet rest, the lack of time together, but at the heart of it, Lisa’s upset at how the rest of the world is intent on working them both into an early grave.

Varka’s in for an earful when he returns.

Half an hour. That’s all she’s trying to give them. Half an hour to breathe.

Instead, Kaeya paces the length of the rug, voice rising and falling in its most persuasive tones. Jean stands behind her chair, one hand curled over the back. Bruises are beginning to darken under her eyes. How much more lovely would she look, if she was simply allowed a full night’s sleep? How broad would those shoulders really be, if they weren’t coiled so tight with tension? For that matter, Lisa’s willing to bet Kaeya’s lip would swell so much sweeter if the teeth sinking into it weren’t so rife with worry.

Irritation spikes in Jean’s voice, calling Lisa back to the present. She purrs, “Careful cutie, keep that up and I might forget your safeword.”

They freeze. They always do. It’s adorable, really, how easy it is to trip them up like this.

Jean’s flush is a thing of beauty, much darker than Lisa can usually pull out with a single line.

Lisa tilts her head, and blinks.

Neither of them have moved. They’re simply… staring at one another.

Her brows bunch together. Hmm. Perhaps she’s overstepped.

All at once, Kaeya animates, a too-loud laugh filling the space between them all. He waves an extravagant hand in the air, ambling back to Jean’s side. “Be careful yourself,” he says, glancing from Jean’s red face to Lisa. “Lines that like are liable to lose you the soft domme reputation you’ve so pointedly cultivated.”

Lisa smiles, making sure to allow it to bloom slowly. She watches a lovely shiver work its way up Jean’s spine.

“What I’m hearing is you think I’d make a good domme,” she says, and allows her smile to curl into sultry as the edge of Kaeya’s lip tucks between his teeth.

Jean’s inhale is sharp.

Like the blustery thing he is, he opens his mouth as soon as he catches her looking. “Is that so? Do good dommes often ‘forget’ safewords?”

“Only with permission, darling. After all, it would be my job to take care of you, wouldn’t it? That includes giving you the punishments you want.”

Kaeya’s eye is blown wide enough to lose its star shape.

“Although, I do find myself far more interested in giving out praise over punishments. And I wouldn’t need to punish the two of you, now would I?”

“I feel,” Jean squeaks, stopping to clear her throat. “Oh my goodness,” her hands come up to pat at her still-burning cheeks.

Kaeya attempts what Lisa assumes is meant to be a laugh, but it comes out more like a rough breath.

“This is maybe not a work appropriate conversation,” Jean says, still squeaky, still red, still staring at Lisa like she’s never seen her before.

Lisa stands, and watches how they swallow in unison.

And then the door bangs open, Amber rushing in with another fistful of papers.

“You will not believe the amount of nonsense,” Amber exclaims, only to stop dead and stare at the three of them. “Um. Is everything okay here? Is this a bad time?”

Jean shakes herself, once, twice, and when she pulls her gorgeous eyes off Lisa for the first time in ages, Lisa finds that she’s had quite enough of that, thank you very much.

“It is, yes,” she says before Jean can dive right back into whatever inane thing needs her attention now. “Go ahead and drop that anywhere, and we’ll get back to you later, okay?”

Amber’s already nodding, her eyebrows pressed tightly together. “Yeah, yeah, okay, and I’ll tell Wyatt not to let anyone else in for now.”

The girl’s gone in the same rush she arrived, door thunking closed behind her. As an added precaution, Lisa activates her personal wards, watching both doors glow a faint purple.

“Did I know you could do that?” Kaeya asks mildly.

Jean’s already moving to collect the papers Amber left behind.

Lisa tuts. “Jeanie, sit.”

Jean sits.

Jean sits, and then an absolutely baffled expression takes over her pretty face. That flush is back in full force.

“Good girl,” Lisa says, leaning one hip on the table across from her.

Oh.

That flush goes so dark Lisa’s a little worried the poor thing’s gone dizzy.

Goodness, if this keeps up, Lisa is going to be the dizzy one.

“And I believe that’s my cue,” Kaeya chirps, easing around where Jean’s still gaping up at Lisa. “Mind undoing the door long enough to let me out?”

“I’m afraid I do mind. Your turn, sweetie. Sit down for me.”

“Aha,” Kaeya says, but his feet stop moving.

“Jeanie baby?”

Jean slings one arm out, tugging Kaeya in until he sits across her lap, held in place with her arms around his hips.

That one blue eye slides from Jean to Lisa and back again, as though he can’t decide where he should be looking.

“So good for me,” Lisa says again, delighting in the way the two of them melt into each other. “Aren’t you two just the prettiest little kittens I’ve ever seen.”

She sits back down, leaves them to press into each other, lets them keep their eyes on her as she starts preparing them all new cups of tea. When she looks up, Kaeya’s slouched down to cuddle into Jean’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her middle. All three of those gorgeous eyes are fixed on her, exactly where she likes them best.

“Now then. I think we have some new things to discuss, and you two darlings have some safewords to pick out.” She winks, and relishes the way two sets of teeth sink into lower lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t forget them unless you want me to.”

[divorceblogger]

house md liver-isms or as some people might also say: wilson wants to donate the remaining portion of his liver to house so bad

[percieved-eunoia]

emily brontë, Wuthering Heights // anna laura, We were together. I forget the rest. // @slugspoon (alivia horsley) // anne sexton, from “a letter to W. D. Snodgrass" // arnold lobel, frog and toad are friends // hanya yanagihara, A Little Life // sade andria zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes

[silvergifting]

help, my wife is planning out all my winter gardening stuff for me bc i can't, uh, really do any of that right now and i might actually Weep real tears about it :''''')

[adhdphilosopher]

im so full of anger every day that it makes it hard to function. what do i do

[sugaggukkie]

not to show up after literal weeks of being mia but I need need need to document this because HOLY SHIT

NAMJOON FUCKING POSTING SUFJAN STEVENS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ NAMJOON POSTING GOODBYE EVERGREEN BY SUFJAN STEVENS SPECIFICALLY⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ JESUS FUCKING CHRIST⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[candiedfem]

blowing a kiss to bi mascs 💋 you're sooo sexy let me peg you

[monstrous-munch]

not tumblr deciding to sell our data to ai the moment I decide to buckle down with creating my monster dating sim 🙃…..tumblr, tumblr how am I going to market this now ???

[entropy-sea-system]

People who remind self shippers that our f/o's do in fact like us are the backbone of society..

[angelxd-3303]

*cracks knuckles*

Yeah, he sure made a lot of cents. Although one may say this is neither the dime nor the place. I sure wish I had a quarter of his knowledge, lmao.

I wonder if he had a daughter named Penny, or a son named Bill. It's always interesting to think about what people's lives may have been like. Maybe he deñarolly avoided death, or maybe he had a slow life and knew how to pesos himself. I bet he was a well rounded individual.

Or maybe it wasn't a he. Maybe it was a she. Maybe she was always at work in a dimely fashion, or maybe she was fashionably late. Perhaps she coined a lot of phrases, and we only know a few. Maybe she invested in nickel deposits, or liked ducks because she thought their bills look funny. Maybe she was like me. Rich in poor quality puns.

I'm not sorry.

[under-a-shady-ash-tree]

Sorry I held you tight and close to my chest like I wanted to keep you beside my heart forever and bared my teeth at everyone who approached us. It’ll happen again

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

Going insane over civilian characters in hero comics again

[daydreamerdrew]

The Adventures of Captain America (1991) #3 and Captain America (2005) #12