lillianmccarthy:
“If I say it was an attempt at being funny, will you laugh?”
“Since that meant that I had to leave already, I guess not?”
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lillianmccarthy:
“If I say it was an attempt at being funny, will you laugh?”
“Since that meant that I had to leave already, I guess not?”
“Am I annoying you yet?”
“You’re on your best way of doing so, yeah. Is there a point to this?”
“Well look who was paying attention in class for once-”
“Who said I was paying attention?”
No Education | Jimi and Connor
jimi-macintosh:
Jimi wasn’t often like this. Sure, she had a fierce temper but normally it flared up and then vanished just as fast, a brief outburst and then it was over. Not this, no this felt like it was bubbling under her skin, like she couldn’t shake it off and Jimi hated it. She especially hated that someone else was witnessing it. Connor, who she didn’t know very well, he could be the type of guy to go around telling everyone about the funny stuff he saw ‘hey gang guess what, I saw Jimi totally loose her shit and start beating the fuck out of a tree, the girl is a total nut job’
“Goodness of your heart, aye?” she smirks “didn’t know ya’ were such a softie” sarcasm. Like a breath of fresh air to the Scottish. Incredibly revitalizing. “Yeah, well… Not for punchin’ trees or nothin;” Jimi laughs “I go runnin’ a lot and-” she cuts off when he starts to dab at her knuckles, inhaling sharply at the pressure against her torn up skin “and I trip over a lot” Jimi continues, slightly more strained sounding “and I climb trees and stuff. drop shit in potions class, mess with the weird lookin’ plants in the herbology greenhouse… Doesn’t always end well”
“I’m a Hufflepuff at heart,” Connor rolled his eyes, but kept his grin in place. That sort of territory seemed to relax Jimi at least a bit. He had no idea whatsoever what had brought her into the state she had been in, and he surely wouldn’t push her to tell him. But he couldn’t deny that he was curious. Yet, first things first. He kept dabbing the tissue over her knuckles, the white slowly turning to pink as he cleaned them.
“So you either punch trees or climb them, interesting concept, I gotta admit,” Connor remarked, glancing up to meet her eyes briefly before returning to his task. “Did you at least climb this one before or were you trying to tear it down because you didn’t manage to?”
hollystclaire:
“Now that’s definitely a total bummer. Drunk people can be incredibly difficult to handle at times.”
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“So how do you stand it?”
wthallison:
“Your dad actually is kinda hot. In the weird teacher way.”
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“For both our sakes, I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that, okay?”
lillianmccarthy:
“Okay…But you have to leave immediately when it does show. And never speak to me ever again.”
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“Was that an attempt of being funny? Or an actual restriction? Just making sure.”
“There are some hot teachers, not many but a few.”
“And as long as you don’t say my father, I think we’re good to go.”
“Don’t. It’s not as difficult as you’d think. You need a little self-control is all.”
“I meant less the not drinking part, and more the having to stand all the drunken idiots part about it.”
“It definitely looked like it when I was leaving him.”
“Then the highest of respects to him. Can’t even begin to imagine my father being anything like this.”
“What am I saying ‘yes’ to, again?”
“To me, sticking around? You know, until your naturally funny side shows, of course.”
“Like who?”
“I don’t know ... just anyone who’s in fact hot?”
“As if you would need an invitation–or pay attention to its absence.” She teased, rolling her eyes.
“Well, it's not like I wouldn’t understand and respect a no if one was given,”
“I guess so– perhaps I should get some eventually for my friends if they ever need any. I’m the sober friend you see.”
“Then I feel sorry for you at times. Guess it’s not the easiest thing to do, staying sober while everyone else gets drunk?”
“What can I say, I just have the best dad anyone could have.”
“Yeah, looks like it. So what, he was among the ones suffering from a headache, too?”
“I don’t know any juicy details, but I did see Gold and my dad and a few empty bottles.”
“Well, I doubt anyone would see my dad getting pissed like that, so congrats for having a father who knows how to live?”
“I’m not a stand-up comic…My humor is more circumstantial. Stick around me for a while and I’m sure I’ll find something to make fun of you for.”
“Is that an invitation to stay close?”