#what is this sorcery

[rkmoon]

Me: *spends two days in Tumblr*

Tumblr: I think... this user is aroace. Let's give them aroace content

Me: thank you but... how did you know that???

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

whyyyyyyy do these 3 just look like the same person by the last pic

[well-dressed-sewer-rat]

i’ve come to realize that there are two phases of bungostraydogsness. watching the anime and going huh the manga versions of these guys are kinda crusty and then reading the manga and going huh the anime versions of these guys are kinda crusty

[ourtubahero-blog]

It’s my birthday today and I was today years old when I found out that it actually IS Michael Sheen. Up until today I’ve genuinely thought that the picture was of Lucy Lawless.

And holy shit HOW WAS HE NOT CAST BASED OFF OF THIS PHOTO ALONE? This is the biggest tragedy of my life.

[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

Every time I see Eustass Kid I get an unholy appetite for cabbage rolls.

Also I wanna chew on his boobs.

[dalsimoravskyblog]

Nedávno jsem objevila tuto fotku Jiřiny Bohdalové, cítím potřebu ji sdílet.

[unexpectedstormy]

Finished my final final this morning so I can finally come back to Tumblr. Yay! Did ya miss me?

[bobfloydsbabe]

I’m officially snowed in.

The raging snowstorm has made it nearly impossible for us to get out of the driveway, and the police are telling people to stay home unless it’s an emergency or they’re essential care workers.

[russellius]

bro 🫣

[helenstella]

I was looking at his face and trying to think how to describe his expression here, and I realized I can’t because Tom Burke expresses so many things in a single look.

[soft-husbands]

No thoughts head empty just Kinn and Porsche kissing each other like THIS

[jerrsterrr]

random urge to be friendly and reach out has me curling up like a shriveled slug rn

[blood-mocha-latte]

.......why can you move the make post button around like a worm or something when you press down and drag it on mobile

[unexpectedstormy]

My insurance called me and told me my new doctor and 1st appointment date and it seems I can't be seen for my week-long migraine headaches until August. Apparently every doctor in my hometown is booked up full forever. Looks like next time I get a long headache, I'm just going to urgent care.

[the-paper-monkey]

setting out to write taco with past drarry and actually end up writing better drarry chemistry than i ever have in my life???

[turnthefrigginfr0gsgay]

Mumscarian Week 2023 Day 2 - To Cradle You In Loving Arms

Prompt - Sick Day (filler/replacement prompt)

Being sick is never a fun thing to have happen to you, and no one likes having to deal with it.

That’s why, when Scar gets sick–nothing more than a simple headache, blocked nose and slight fever–he tends to hide away in his base as much as possible, curling up in his bed with Jellie snuggled against him. Scar may not like being sick, but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to bother other people with his being sick.

Groaning, Scar pushed himself up in his bed, gently lowering Jellie to his lap from where she had been sleeping on his chest. Ignoring the annoyed ‘mrrp’ that Jellie let out in response, he lifted her off of his lap and set her on the bed beside him before moving to stand up. Just because he was a little sick didn’t mean that he got out of working on his base.

His legs were a little bit shaky, though it wasn’t a bad pain day or anything, so he didn’t bother with his braces, opting instead to just grab his cane. Quickly getting dressed, he grabbed any materials needed and left his base.

Roughly an hour later, Scar had gotten barely any work done on his base, and Grian was bothering him, trying to get him to stop working and go rest.

“Scar, sunflower, you are very clearly sick. Please just go back inside and rest. You clearly need it.”

Scar sighed and turned to face Grian, not even remotely surprised to find Mumbo approaching them.

“I’m not sick, and I don’t need to rest. I promise I’m fine.”

Grian shifted to share a look with Mumbo–of course he’d known that the taller was there, why wouldn’t he?!–before giving Scar a sceptical look. “Wobbly on feet, blocked nose, just generally sniffly.” He listed each thing off on his fingers. “Those are all things that tell us when you’re sick. Also you straight up just look like crap. You never look like this when not sick. No offense.” He added the final part when he noticed the vaguely offended look on his boyfriend’s face. Mumbo nodded in agreement.

“He’s right, love. You’re very obviously sick.” Scar huffed, then turned back to the shulker box of materials he had set down, opening it to pull out oak leaves so that he could continue with building his tree.

“Okay, if you’re not going to come on your own, we’re just gonna drag you back to your base.” Arms wrapped around his torso and lifted him off the ground, a second pair of hands reaching over to pull the leaves out of his hands. “You rest by will or you rest by force.”

“Hey!” Scar protested, trying to wriggle out of his boyfriend’s grasp.

“Nope.” Grian grabbed his legs and together the two carried him to Grian’s starter base. They likely would’ve gone to Mumbo’s if it weren’t for the fact that there wasn’t much interior, and Scar was still in the process of building his own–which is why they were in this situation in the first place.

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Roughly twenty minutes later, Mumbo and Grian had managed to coax Scar into bed with a promise of some of Pearl’s soup and a warm bath. Any attempts to give either Grian or Mumbo a kiss had failed, though, much to Scar’s disappointment.

“Will you finally rest now that you’ve had something to eat and drink, and are clean?” Mumbo huffed, pulling a fluffy blanket over Scar’s body. Grian snorted at him from where he was sitting at the end of the bed, giving Jellie head pats and kisses, much to the tabby-cat’s delight, if her purring was anything to go off.

“You already know he’s not going to. When he’s sick he refuses to do anything other than work. Resting is out of the question if you don’t force him to stay down.” Mumbo frowned, looking between his lovers before shrugging.

“Then just sit Jellie on him or something.” Grian shook his head, looking thoroughly amused.

“I’ve found that if he’s determined enough, it doesn’t matter if Jellie’s sitting on him, he’ll get up anyway once we leave. After making sure that Jellie is as comfortable as possible, that is.” He nodded toward Scar as he spoke, getting nothing more than a pout in response. “Given that he was working in the first place I’m gonna take a guess and say that he’s already done it once today.”

“Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you had to say it, songbird.” Scar grumbled, glaring over at Grian who gave him a small amused yet knowing smile.

“Just because you’re being nice does not mean we’re gonna let you get back to work. You can’t persuade us with your pet names, sunflower.” Scar’s pout intensified. Mumbo just chuckled next to him.

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to hold him down ourselves.”

“Wait, what?”

Before Scar had a chance to really process what Mumbo meant by that, Mumbo and Grian had crawled under the blankets on either side of him, wrapping him up in their arms tightly enough that he couldn’t wriggle out but not so tight that it was uncomfortable. Grian draped one wing over the three of them, cuddling close to Scar as Mumbo pulled them against his chest.

“Now you can’t escape us.” The smirk was obvious in Grian’s voice, and where Scar could feel his face pressed against his shoulder.

“I’m not so sure I want to anymore.” The elf admitted, burying his own face in the crook of Mumbo’s neck. Both of the other men laughed a little at that before the three of them settled down again.

They could feel when Jellie moved, standing on her furry little legs to climb over them, coming to a rest on their pillows, just above Scar and Grian’s heads.

And if they stayed in bed for hours after waking up, despite the fact that they all had projects they needed to work on, and Scar was feeling much better than he had the day prior? Well that was no one’s business other than their own.