#missmarsbar

[gemsofthegalaxy]

missmarsbar a réagi à votre billet “I’ve had this idea for an AU for a while and I’ve had the first...”

are you trying to kill me? because you did. thanks

 I promise your death was not my intention!!! but assuming this means you enjoyed it, I am glad and you are welcome!! 

[jlzimmermann]

Whiskey and Chowder?

Whiskey:Whats your stand on the lax bros?

90% of sports bros are idiots and the hockey team probably aren’t any better

Chowder:What type of person are you?

I honestly don’t know, I like learning, I like teaching, I like making things that make me happy, I have 1 too many spreadsheets, however im really have no idea who i am

[plumey]

omgchckplease replied to your post “yo if y’all play pokemon go what team are you in and why”

if i could play (my phone can't handle it either) i'd be on instinct for the memes and the underdog trope. but tbh i feel like i'm more mystic lol

furiouscuddles replied to your post 

Mystic cause I like blue and water

amy-thystt replied to your post 

team mystic cause i like the color blue, and articuno is my favorite legendary bird :p

missmarsbar replied to your post 

I was gonna be Instinct bc I like yellow but my friends made me join Valor

tacogrande replied to your post

VALOR BC SHE WAS THE CUTEST

what i’m getting from all this is

pick your fav color or your fav bird or just whatever makes you happy and just go

some people seem to get really worked up over different teams but i prefer the ‘idk it’s my fav color’ method

thanks guys

[bluecoloreddreams]

Tsukkiyama + "I can’t breathe!” but please with a happy ending! :)

((Just as a note /disclaimer, sleeping in binders is not safe! > < ;;)) 

Goodnight

It’s late, but Kei is still awake, reading through anassignment. He’s grateful that his professors were at least hip enough toassign texts that were available on e-reader, otherwise he would have had toretreat to the cramped and messy sitting area they shared with their flatmates toread. He looks over in the dim light at Tadashi, who shifts restlessly underthe covers.

He reaches out and lets his hand hover over the other’s hairfor a second before withdrawing his fingers. Tadashi had been unusually quietand sullen that evening, retreating into the bathroom to change and showerwithout a word. He’d returned in Kei’s own sweatshirt and a pair of his ownshorts, swathed in too-large sleeves and long hemlines.

It had been a bad day for his boyfriend, apparently. He knewTadashi was stressed from balancing practices and his job with his classes—theyboth were.

With a sigh, he locks the screen on his tablet and puts iton the small shelf above their bed with his glasses. He rolls onto his side andnudges his forehead lightly against Tadashi’s neck, wishing his boyfriend wasawake so he could ask if it was alright to snuggle up with him. Sometimes,Tadashi just didn’t want to be touched, and that was alright; Kei understood.

Kei thinks he’s only just drifted up when he starts hearingTadashi give a startled little mumble and jerk.

“Yamaguchi?” he asks softly.

Tadashi doesn’t answer; Kei can feel his shoulders start toheave against his cheek and Kei rolls over to sit up.

“Tadashi?” he repeats, a bit louder, reaching behind him toturn the light on. In his haste, he knocks his glasses to the bed. He squintsagainst the sudden brightness, hands fumbling for them.

Tadashi comes into focus, face screwed up and blotchy. Hishands clutch at his chest as he nods, and answer to Kei’s earlier question. Hesits up suddenly, fingers shaking as his mouth falls open and he inhales,breaths quick and sharp.

“Tadashi can you tell me what’s wrong?” Kei asks, suddenlyfearful.

“I—can’t,” Tadashi mumbles, “I can’t breathe.”

“You’re talking, you can,” Kei assures him, hands shaking ashe lays a hand on Tadashi’s back.

Tadashi gives a huff that may have been a laugh or a cough—Keican’t really tell. Kei cups Tadashi’s elbow, hand rubbing his back softy. “Keeptalking to me, and calm down.”

“I can’t breathe,” Tadashi repeats. “Hurts.”

Kei runs his fingers over Tadashi’s shoulders and pauses,feeling something under the material of the borrowed sweatshirt that he’sfamiliar with from undressing Tadashi after class and nuzzling against hisshoulders when they cuddle.

“Tadashi,” Kei says sternly. “I’m going to help you take itoff.”

“No,” Tadashi says through his labored gasps. “I can.” Heleans away, and Kei removes his hands. Tadashi wiggles out of the sweatshirt,tears pooling in his eyes. Kei takes it and pointedly looks away.

“I can take my glasses off, if you want.”

“Just turn off the light,”Tadashi says, voice shaking.

Kei turns around and turns the light back off, holding hissweatshirt in his hands as he waits. The bed wiggles and creaks as Tadashistruggles in the dark; it falls still and there’s the soft sound of clothhitting the floor, and Tadashi gives three deep coughs. His fingers brush Kei’sas he takes the sweatshirt back.

Kei tentatively reaches out and touches Tadashi’s back withhis fingertips; Tadashi doesn’t flinch or move away, so he settles his palmagainst his back. “Breathe for me,” he instructs. He waits in silence asTadashi moves into the calming pattern of in, wait, out breaths they’d bothlearned to help manage anxiety. When Kei is sufficiently pleased that Tadashi’sbreath has settled and that he’s all right, he starts rubbing between Tadashi’sshoulders. “Does anything hurt?”

“No,” Tadashi replies quietly.

“Are you sure?” Kei asks, gingerly pressing his fingers atTadashi’s side. It only awards him with a flinch and a quiet snuffle oflaughter as he brushes against one of Tadashi’s more ticklish places. It’s a satisfactoryenough result for Kei. He settles back into the sheets, lying on his side.

He gently tugs on Tadashi’s shirt for him to join him. “Comehere,” he murmurs. Tadashi lies down, back to Kei, hands covering Kei’s afterKei wraps his arms around Tadashi’s middle.

Kei nuzzles into Tadashi’s hairline, shifting his body closeto the other boy’s, thumbs rubbing against Tadashi’s stomach through thesweatshirt.

“I know you’re going to say I was stupid,” Tadashi huffsafter a long silence.

“No,” Kei murmurs. “You’re grown up, and can take care ofyourself. I just… do, okay?” he urges.  

“Mm’kay.” Tadashi wiggles back into Kei a bit more and sighssoftly, fingers threading through Kei’s. “I’m sorry,” he whispers after amoment.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” Kei replies, kissingbehind Tadashi’s ear. “Tomorrow will be better. We’ll have pancakes and we cango to the park and pet dogs and take pictures.” It’s Tadashi’s favorite date activity, and he hopes it’s enough to cheer his boyfriend up. 

“Okay,” Tadashi sighs.

Kei stays awake until Tadashi is sleeping soundly besidehim, breath soft and even, before he lets himself drift to sleep.

[bluecoloreddreams]

Hydrangea, Tulip, and Jasmine please! :)

Hydrangea:Starbucks order?

Iced coffee with milk. Or, mocha frap with peppermint syrupif I’m feeling dangerous and ready to risk cross contamination! Not often am Iso dangerous.

Tulip:For  your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Chocolate of some sort.

Jasmine:What color looks best on you?

Navy! Tbh, I look good in everything lmao, but navy is best.

[bluecoloreddreams]

★! :)

I actually failed the talented and gifted test in my state because the readers could not make sense of my horrid spelling. (I didn’t actually learn to spell until like, late fourth/early fifth grade.) I still got put in the program because six months later, when my mom was meeting with the testing coordinators to see my results, I could still tell them exactly what I wrote, page for page. Because apparently I was a little shit. 

[bluecoloreddreams]

Could you please write a Tsukkiyama fic with “I’ll be right over."? :) thanks!

((I’m sorry it took so long to get to and then it’s so short ahhhhhh)) 

One Rainy Day

ill b riht ovr!

Kei snickers at his friend’shorrible texting, rolling out of his bed. For his birthday, Yamaguchi hadgotten a new phone after months of begging his mother to replace the old flipphone he’d had since Kei’d met him. Now that Yamaguchi was older and thebullies had stopped picking on him, his mother had allowed him to pick out anew phone.

Kei tried not to feel flatteredthat Yamaguchi had very tentatively picked out the same phone that he owned;he’d agreed to teach his friend how to use it. Yamaguchi’s mother hadn’t reallyknown what to say, because they both knew that she thought they were too youngto own smart phones (they were in junior high! Plenty old, in Kei’s opinion),but Kei’s mother had taught her how to put caps and parental limits on it, soshe’d let Yamaguchi go ahead and get it.

So now Kei keeps getting fumbling text from his friend, where Yamaguchi’s turned off the autocorrect after accidentally sending several incoherent messages and he keeps hitting the wrong keys. It’s strangely endearing. 

He fidgets a bit at his desk,restless as he waits for Yamaguchi to arrive. He idly pages through his books,checks his phone a few times, looks out the window to find it raining.

He goes downstairs to get a drink.Yamaguchi should be at his house by now. He clicks his tongue. The rain’spicked up a bit. He taps his foot and tries to talk himself out of feelingagitated by his friend’s lack of usual punctuality.

His phone chirps at him— it’s fromYamaguchi.

He slides open the message andtries not to snicker; there’s a series of pictures, shaky and a bit blurry, prominentlyfeaturing gray lighting and Yamaguchi’s thumb. He can clearly make out a box ofkittens and Yamaguchi’s bright red umbrella. The next is Yamaguchi’swell-worn Converses with a tiny, wet kitten draped across his toes, and the third is ashaky selfie of his friend, making his best mock apologetic face.

come hlp plz??? brng a towel? sorry tsukki!! > A >

He laughs and shakes his head,tapping out his response.

Stupid. I’ll be right over.

[fantasycostcomgmt]

missmarsbar replied to your post:I’m startin to feel real gross emotionally so i...

You did look super cute today! Wasn’t the weather nice? I wore a dress too :)

Thank you!! yes the weather was amazing!! It’s supposed to be super warm again tomorrow, but also rain all day, so i’m not sure yet what i’ll do outfit-wise.