Joining Tumblr Such A Good Thing For My Overall Moral, I Can't Get Enough Of These Cringey Cute Drawings

joining tumblr such a good thing for my overall moral, I can't get enough of these cringey cute drawings !

Sasha can’t believe she’s in love with both of them

It's exactly that, it's impossible to read in public transport like bus for me. Just give me my home, my blanket (the fluffy soft one), some good music (related to the book of course) and then i'll read at maximum enjoiment !

No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!

It's the Schrödinger follower, as long as you don't check it can be a real human :D

the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing

Subtle and well written

in light of the journal page, I'd like to offer y'all something bittersweet.

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the airport is big and looming.

marcy clutches her bag so tight her hands are white. she doesn't have much in there; just miscellaneous items from her time in amphibia, and some of her own things from when her parents move that had been left at the boonchuys. still, it's enough that she feels hollow, empty, like she's already thousands of miles away.

she had gotten two weeks. two weeks of hospital checks and long conversations and tearful confessions. two weeks to reconcile seven months worth of missing time, to sort her memories out, to come to terms with all she's lost and all she still has left to lose. two weeks, and then the plane ticket had been bought on her behalf. she already has classes waiting for her in her new home, already has a life waiting for her, and yet...

...she can't do this to herself, not again.

the boonchuys and sasha are all here to see her off. the boonchuys had been housing her since the invasion, and both anne and sasha had been such active presences, marcy still doesn't know how she's going to live without them.

but they're at security now, which means it's time for marcy to step forward on her own.

she's never wanted a guiding hand more in her life.

the boonchuys are the first ones to hug her. mrs boonchuy offers her a comforting smile while mr boonchuy squeezes the life out of her, and they've been her secondary family for so long now, marcy truly doesn't know what she's going to do without them. she promises mr boonchuy that she'll still play vagabondia online with him, and they both step back, fond and proud of her in a way her own parents never have been.

sasha steps forwards next. "you're not gonna escape me so easily, nerd," she teases, but there's something hollow in her tone, longing and wistful just like the way she takes marcy's hands, clutches at them. "you gonna be okay on your own?"

"i'll call you if I need someone to kick ass for me," marcy teases right back, and she swallows past the lump in her throat to step into sasha's welcome embrace. as she inhales, her eyes sting, and she squeezes them shut to force her emotions back. "take care of anne for me?"

"only if you take care of yourself too," sasha says wetly. "i'm sorry we didn't get the time we needed."

"don't do that, please, don't apologize, it's okay." marcy finally - reluctantly - steps back, and she meets eyes with sasha, who is finally looking at marcy like she's a gem that sasha can't afford to buy- like she's valuable. it's one that marcy's wanted for herself for years now, and now that she has it, it just feels pointless.

still, she smiles, and gives sasha one last little wave- sasha smiles back, and then she's giving way for anne to dash forwards.

it feels right somehow, letting anne have the final goodbye with how long they've known each other, and this is the part that doesn't quite feel real. anne throws herself at marcy with a hunger, and marcy catches her, and she can't quite believe that this is it for them. surely she'll hug her best friend again one day, but they'll never be as close as they once were, and marcy doesn't know if it's because of the move or amphibia or both but she knows it's the one thing she regrets the most.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," anne mumbles into marcy's hair as she clutches at her. "I'll call you every day, and we can stream movies together! whatever you wanna do, promise."

"I'll miss you too, Anna Banana," Marcy whispers right back, and she sniffles, the burning in her eyes coming back with a vengeance. "it's okay, it's not a real goodbye, just a see you later. just like the temples!"

anne's voice is wobbling when she speaks next, and as she finally releases marcy from the clinging embrace she looks on the verge of tears as well. "I'll still miss you," she says, sounding almost petulant.

marcy sniffs again. "don't cry," she accuses, wiping at her eyes. "or I'm gonna start crying."

anne manages a shaky, wet little smile, before her eyes absolutely light up. "oh!" she exclaims, "I almost forgot!" she starts digging in the drawstring bag she had carried with her, brow furrowed in concentration. "I meant to give this back to you awhile ago but I thought I'd do something nice in it, give you something to read when your plane lands. only then, okay?"

it's her journal.

marcy had almost forgotten about the thing, truth be told. she remembers panicking the night after the battle of the bands, writing down a letter in amphibian runes just in case her plan didn't work out like she'd hope, and leaving the journal in anne's bag for convenient safekeeping. it hadn't been her smartest plan, because she had acted on impulse, fueled by her own guilt and last minute regrets.

somehow, it never occurred to her that anne would still have it now.

she takes it gingerly, flipping through the pages. her own notes on amphibia and rambling about newtopia make her feel small, her chest aching with a misery that hasn't quite managed to leave her yet.

"i read it," anne admits, and marcy startles, glancing back up. "I wanted to see if you wrote anything about how to travel between worlds- I didn't know how much you knew. I'm sorry for invading your privacy, but I'm not really sorry for reading it, it was... insightful."

suddenly, marcy remembers all she had written on anne, and her cheeks flush.

"it really helped me come to terms with everything, and I hope my sections help you come to terms with everything too," anne says, and she manages one more smile, one that marcy barely reciprocates.

and then it's time.

marcy clutches her journal in her arms as she forces herself to wave one more time. tears trickle down her cheeks as she turns away from her best friends, her favorite girls, the people she loves the most in the entire world.

she inhales, she exhales, and she steps into her new world; alone.

woah marcanne

~~

"I like you," Anne blurts.

It comes out of nowhere- except not really, because it's been on Anne's mind for ages now, the way she can't even sit in Marcy's presence anymore without her chest fluttering, how she wants to hold her, to draw her in and never let her go. But Anne's always been pretty well versed in burying her feelings, so the words that slip out of her mouth right at the end of one of Marcy's rambles surprise her.

They clearly surprise Marcy as well. In fact, she gapes at her, cheeks flushing a pretty red, eyes wide and wondrous. Anne has gotten lost in those eyes before, and it takes every impulse not to do the same now with how deep they go, how starry they become at such a simple confession.

She's pretty, always has been. Anne adores her.

"I... what?" Marcy says, and she smiles all prettily, the expression clearly forced. "I mean, I like you too, Anna Banana, you're my best friend-"

"-no, Marbles, I really like you." Anne leans in, and she takes both of Marcy's hands in her own; if she's gonna confess feelings now, might as well confess them all the way. "Like, like like you. Like, butterflies in my stomach like you."

"Oh," Marcy whispers, understanding dawning in her eyes. "You... me?"

"Of course I like you, who wouldn't?" Anne grins, squeezing Marcy's hands. "I mean, you're smart, you're funny without trying to be, you get excited over the smallest of things and your eyes just light up when you do, you're sweet and kind and fun and you always give everything your full effort even if you don't like it, and you try so hard all the time and that's enough for me, you know? I like you."

Anne pauses, takes a deep breath. The fluttery feeling in her chest is slowly melting away; it was probably just the anxiety. "You don't have to feel the same, don't worry, I just... I couldn't keep looking at you and keeping the feelings to myself, it's a little silly-"

"-don't say that!" Marcy says fervently, and when Anne looks up at her face, her eyes are watery but full of adoration bright as the sun, her bottom lip trembling. "This... you'll never know how much this means to me, okay?"

"What do you mean?" Anne questions.

"You mean so much to me," Marcy continues, and she's crying now, a silent cry that doesn't particularly seem sad, just... emotional. "This is exactly what I've always wanted, and it's so perfect and so you, I can't believe it's actually happening."

"It's just me, Marmar," Anne snorts, but Marcy's shaking her head desperately.

"I love you," Marcy says, and each word is just as emotionally charged as Anne's, her desperation fueling the way she clings to Anne's hands. "I always have. I love you because you're silly, and fun, and you always find a way to uplift the people around you, and you're inspiring and brave and I've wanted to be you my entire life, because you're Anne, you've always been my favorite person, and... gosh, I'm really rambling, aren't I?"

"You're cute when you ramble," Anne says, even as her heart pounds and pounds at the words, at how much Marcy adores her in return. "Sometimes I try so hard to listen to you but you're so pretty I just end up staring."

"I do the same thing," Marcy admits, and she giggles, tugging one hand free so she can wipe at her eyes. "So... if you like me and I like you too..."

"...guess that means we're girlfriends now, right?" Anne offers, and she takes another deep breath, steeling herself. "Hey Marmar, can I kiss you?"

"You'd be my first," Marcy says shyly, but she flutters her lashes up at Anne with a smile, and she nods. "Please kiss me."

So Anne gives into her impulses, just like she had before. She's never kissed anyone, but she's watched plenty of romance animes, and it's easy to lean in, press one hand against Marcy's cheek and the other on her chest, tilt her head, and kiss her.

It isn't what she's expecting. Marcy's warm, and she kisses back passionately, her own hands snaking into Anne's hair and wrapping around her neck. She tastes like the cherries they'd been snacking on beforehand, and Anne savors it as she clumsily kisses her, savors every moment.

The kiss ends when she feels a stinging pain, and she leans back a little with a grimace. "I think you bit my lip," she grumbles, but it's hard to keep a straight face here, and she's snorting as the absurdity of it all hits her.

"Sorry, sorry, I got... I got carried away," Marcy giggles, and she's laughing and laughing as Anne pouts at her. Laughing and laughing and she doesn't stop, so Anne leans in and kisses her again to shut her up, and Marcy gasps into it, and she doesn't bite her that time, and it's just as magical as Anne had hoped her first set of kisses would be.

Maybe this sharing her feelings shit isn't bad, she thinks, as she finally, finally, gets what she wants most in the world. At long last, she's happy.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.