#and summertime

[saturnisfallingdown]

woah thats crazy. anyways guys check out this cool guitar solo

[VD: A clip of MCR performing a live acoustic set for 98.7 FM. Ray Toro plays an acoustic version of the "Summertime" guitar solo. End VD]

[asakiyume]

Dandelion mandala. 

[firefox-official]

i love fourth of july idc. its about pool parties and hot dogs

[douyinvids]

by Rhythm梦龙 @ RhythmML

Summertime

edit 12/10:

he is chinese, not japanese (douyin is the chinese version of tiktok)

this is pump it up (middle and diagonal arrows), not dance dance revolution (vertical and horizontal arrows)

yes this game can be played with 1-3 players, however when theres more than 1 player the colours of the arrows change so each player follows a different colour. this is the default colouring (yellow for middle, red for upper diagonals, blue for lower diagonals), which means this is meant for one person and is probably a custom map for people like him lol

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

lethanfield sleeping arrangements .....

[julykings]

shy in my wonder like a first touch

[fleuvien]

real

[coldcoffee18]

Summertime madness

[thomas--bombadil]

A monstrous turtle emerges from the muck.

It’s gigantic.

Look closely - a typically-sized Midwestern turtle sits next to its foot.

It must be close to its size-limit, with a possible 30-inch diameter shell and weighing well in excess of 100 pounds. It’s possible that this beast is 40+ years old.

[jvstinderosa]

A storm is fast approaching

[swedishlandscapes]

Different shades of green.

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[ghost-37]

[svndvn]

I need holidays soooo bad

[utahimeow]

cw — pregnancy

gojo’s absentminded whistling as he shuts the front door alerts you that he’s arrived home.

you jump from your skin, hands quivering as the reality of it all begins to sink in. nerves gather in your stomach, spinning rapidly until they morph into nausea — although that might just be morning sickness.

your heart pounds through your ears, pumping so loudly and quickly that it drowns out all other noise. it means that you don’t hear when your husband enters the kitchen, and you’re not aware of him until one of his huge hands grasps your chin and gently tugs your face until your lips meet his.

the gut-wrenching nerves waver and fizzle out from the way satoru handles you so tenderly. and it’s always been this way — from your very first kiss, satoru’s ability to put your mind at ease so effortlessly has never faltered. every touch of his forces even the slightest of fears in your brain to melt away.

he pulls away, pouting, his crystal eyes filled with curiosity, and before you manage to get a verbal greeting out, he springs to ask you a question.

“why is your heart beating so fast?”

the curse of being married to the world’s most powerful sorcerer means that trying to hide emotions from him is futile. it’s not a real curse by any means, however nothing goes unnoticed — even when it’s a burden you refuse to let him help you carry.

“i have something to tell you,” you say, struggling to hold back your soft grin.

“you’re pregnant,” he says — not in curiosity, not as a question, but rather as-a-matter-of-factly.

your mouth drops, along with your heart. you’d hope it would be a sweet surprise to him, after all, and now a baffled disappointment sits in the pit of your stomach.

“how- what? how did you know?” you stutter. it wasn’t simply a guess, and you can tell from the way he smirks.

“my six eyes sensed it,” he explains. when your eyes brim with tears, his own features fill with concern. i fucked up, he thinks immediately. “angel, what’s wrong?”

“well, you could have pretended not to know! i wanted it to be special when i told you,” you whine, and he gives a lovesick laugh as he gathers you in his overwhelming embrace.

“i’m sorry, sweet thing,” he coos, soothing his hand over your hair. his voice becomes low when he speaks again, almost a whisper. “it’s still special though. we’re… having a baby.”

he says it slowly, like it’s the first time he’s actually comprehending it. because it’s no longer an unspoken thing as it had been for the past two weeks — it’s real.

and as satoru kisses the top of your head, he thinks how he’s holding his entire world in his arms — you, and the life growing inside you.