#mar <3

[szobosz]

just a note to u all: @percervall had told me i cannot up my menace levels to be on par w kmag

[the-arkhamkn1ght]

HAIII RYAN!!!! ik we havent talked in a while but how are you ? :-)

HIIII !!!! I'm doing good hru !! life has been very yippee rainbows and sunshine for me recently

[vampcubus]

WHAT DID YOU DO

LMAOO WHAT 😂😂 did i break it?

[fullcollapse-mp3]

what are yuo doing on my pinterest feed.... i see you /silly

bert rolling around on the floor as usual I see

[one-and-only-mar]

serenity • lockwood x reader

just a little fluff about nights with lockwood. cuddling position, night time rituals, and a little peek into the morning as well. almost no dialogue.

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the mattress dipped as anthony settled into his side of the bed. it had been a long day for you both, lockwood having gone out for a case with lucy and you having done what seemed like a year’s worth of research in only a day with george.

the two of you hadn’t seen each other since that morning and now you were making up for lost time.

anthony shifted to cradle you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead along the way. his body stood as a guard between you and the door, protecting you even in your most vulnerable moments. your legs instinctively tangled with his and your arms settled around his waist, holding yourself tightly against him.

even with the many blankets covering you, you still managed to get cold in the night, so you burrowed into anthony as best you could to keep warm. in a similar way, anthony tended to run hot, only enduring the mountain of blankets for you, so he pressed himself against your cool presence to fight off the heat.

you balanced each other in that way.

many minutes passed. your breaths synced and your heartbeats steadily thumped at the same tempo. neither of you succumbed to sleep, but you stayed still and silent for a long while.

eventually, you whispered a small “i love you” into the quiet of the shared bedroom, a way of saying good night, i’m sleeping now, i can’t wait to wake up by your side.

he whispered back an “i love you too” and kissed the top of your head. you knew it meant, sleep soundly, i’m here for you if you ever need me, i can’t wait to be by your side for the better part of eternity.

the next morning, the room was peaceful. not even the fates wanted to interfere with you in that moment, allowing for you and your love to lay there.

when you finally got up, anthony put on his usual suit and you stole one of his jumpers. everything was as it should be.

[leonsliga]

Bri 🥺 what are we gonna do now? 🥺 it’s official, he’s leaving 😔

Honestly, words are failing me right now. Nothing seems to come close to how much this news hurts. This was a goodbye message I was hoping I wouldn’t have to write this year. Losing Marco was bad enough, but losing Marco and Mats in the same season is unbearable. Much like Marco, Mats is a BVB legend in his own right, and despite what the media may sometimes try to suggest, his stint at Bayern did not, and will not, taint his legacy. He is, and will remain, German football at its very best. He will go down as one of the most gifted centre-backs of his generation, maybe even of all time. Mr. Reliable—a hallmark of German efficiency.

All too often in football, strikers and goalkeepers get the glory. And yet, without the security and stability defenders provide (often thanklessly, I might add), success of any kind would be a mere pipe dream. See, defenders may not need the glory (or even ask for it), but that doesn’t mean they’re not deserving. And I can think of few more deserving than Mats Hummels.

See, Mats was the footballer who taught me that defense can be an art. Anticipating danger with the accuracy he does is nothing short of exceptional, as is the ease with which he sweeps balls out from under advancing strikers. There’s a beauty in the certainty he brings—in his quick-thinking and natural intelligence. He’s a crisis-averter to his core, extinguishing fires before they have a chance to spread with the help of a pinpoint pass or a decisive slide tackle. Not only that, but he’s turned back the clock time and time again, proving that age truly is just a number. Even this season, at age 35, you’d be forgiven for thinking at times that he was a footballer in his prime.

I like to consider Mats the Bundesliga’s diplomat—the man who represents the best of its elite clubs: Bayern and BVB. After all, he taught us that you can retain your winning mentality, ambition, and leadership without losing touch with the community—without forgetting the fans who stood by your side through it all. Through him, we learned you can stay down-to-earth while reaching for the stars.

Sure, Mats may have started his career at Bayern and returned there for a time, but I think it’s safe to say BVB was the love of his life—his found family. If BVB is a stronghold, he is its garrison. And now, although the yellow wall has lost its bricklayer, he will not be forgotten. The foundation he built over the course of his career will remain. The dreams he chased and the relentlessness which which he pursued them will be reborn in those who succeed him. And something tells me that even though he’s leaving BVB, the club will remain close to his heart, no matter where life takes him.

So today, even though we may have hoped for a happier ending, we pay tribute to an icon of the German game: Borussia Dortmund’s scrappy, unrelenting foot-soldier—the inimitable Mats Hummels. Best of luck in your future endeavors, Legende. Just know we’ll always have your back, the way you’ve had always had ours 🖤💛

[haarleps]

Ohhh could I get a card read for Luzia? 👀

Of course, of course!

Verbena - winter

dawn - curating relationships, sincerity

Verbena is a plant known for attraction. It's known to make animals docile and people kind. This card essentially says that there are new people coming into your life and now is the perfect time to build new relationships. It says to be sincere and your passion and determination will shine through.

dusk - reconciliation

Verbena was carried by Roman and Persian emperors in times of peace negotiations due to it representing reconciliation. It represents both compromise and a defiance of your enemies. The advises to stand your ground. Just because you're going through a rough situation does not mean you have lost or need to give up your agency and autonomy in order to patch it up.

[lillylvjy]

since you’re on a long car ride

“

The first time you hear Wilbur’s voice was an accident. It was late, about three A.M., and you couldn’t sleep. It was a weekend, thankfully, but you couldn’t stand just sitting there in the dark anymore. You got up, walking around the living room when you heard soft music playing. Curiously, you walked up towards the attic where the sound was coming from. You could make out the sounds of a guitar, and from outside the door, you could hear singing. And my god, it was beautiful. He had a soft voice, melodic but not too deep. After listening for a moment, you opened the door, searching for the sound.

While you didn’t see him, you saw the guitar perched up, so you knew it was Wilbur. You walked in slowly, as if treading on eggshells.

“Your voice is really lovely,” you spoke softly, standing in front of the chair Wilbur was on.

It was silent before you heard his actual speaking voice.

“Darling, what are you doing up? It’s late.”

You took a deep breath upon hearing his voice properly for the first time. “Couldn’t sleep, and I heard music, so I got curious, I guess,” You sat down in front of him, “You’re speaking. I’m sorry if I wasn’t meant to hear you, I just…” you couldn’t really think up more of an explanation, shrugging.

“

lil snippet for ya

- @loversj0y

Omfg-

Mar you don’t understand how excited I am for this fic- ITS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING GOOD!!

Thank you for feeding me and gracing me with your beautiful writing!