#Saying of fireworks

[aoral]

Tubbo is snitching.

Oh.

Oh dear prime .

This just further proves the anarchist Tubbo theory - he:

doesnt support the feds, nor the order - or bbh- after whatever sthings happened between them, and now all he got is himself and friends. Man just want to bring his eggs back. And Fred. And Ron.

Watchout, here comes Tubbo with the Tubbochunk

[montereybayaquarium]

Time for a sea cucumber ✨GLOW UP✨

(Thanks to @mbari-blog for the first two video clips!)

[miralyk]

another orbit around the sun finished...! here's to continuing on 🎇

[egophiliac]

more masquerade stuff! things really went from 0 to 1000 in, like, thirty seconds.

(sorry if none of these make sense outside of my head)

[foolsocracy]

SHIT I never sent it in. #82 with Techno (or another DSMP character if there's no lyrics that match)?

everybody spits poison

[shalomniscient]

thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.

(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)

sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.

(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)

sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)

sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.

(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)

sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.

(she doesn’t mind.)

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[skitskatdacat63]

Please take my low effort shitpost of our two Aston flopboys

Basically:

[xshiny]

and before you ask, yes, I'm american 😄

Recently saw the ones at Memorial Park.

[quyqyart]

It's already an hour into the new year over here so Happy New Year everyone we fucking made it. Anyways here are so pictures of kitty I saw when I was supposed to watch the new year firework show

[aro-throughyourchest]

c!techno apologized when he shot tubbo. nobody ever apologizes to tubbo. i. hm.

wilbur never apologized to tubbo. wilbur just said “that’s just the way life is.” and wilbur carried on. tommy never apologized; it’s not his fault. he didn’t know how. tommy just kept asking, “you’re not really going to do it, are you?” he just kept asking for tubbo’s affirmation. it took far too much blood and far too much pain for the two of them to even stop. because tubbo’s been raised to take it like medicine and tommy’s been raised to follow his elders.

but techno. techno said “I’m sorry.”

[spidercoris]

kinda late cause the holiday is over already but i imagine that at exactly 12:01 am on the 4th of july you can hear tons of fireworks coming from aidens house. like it gets so bad to the point that ashlyn calls him at like 4 am to ask him why literal BOMBS are going off at his house. and then he sends a fucking photo of him next to a pile of a dozen unlit fireworks.

“i felt a little patriotic :D”

“ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING???”

[humming-fly]

This 4th of July I’m stealing the patriotism euphoria that’s usually associated with assholes idolizing the worst attributes of this country because fuck ‘em I live here too and remembering the things this country actually got Right is an important exercise when trying to rally anyone to want to defend it in November SO putting my money where my mouth is I’ll start easy and say I really like National Parks!! It’s rad how many of them there are and how they’re actual set up to preserve some of the most beautiful wild areas in our country while still letting people visit to enjoy and experience nature!! (Less important but I love how they put national parks on the quarters I think that’s real fun)

Feel free to add on if something speaks to ya!

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[awakefor48hours]

Just make up your words for smut fics. Just do it. No one’s stopping you.

[commsroom]

ideologically i don't agree with the fourth of july, but i know eiffel loves it. i know he does. guy who believes in the classic american cuisine of hot dog and hamburger in the park and the classic american pastime of stupid dangerous shit that makes loud noises.