it genuinely makes me sad that “happy wife, happy life” is a phrase that means “I make my wife happy because if I don’t she’ll be annoying and fuck up my day” when it should mean “I keep my wife happy because seeing her smile genuinely makes my heart light up with mirth, I love hearing her joyful laugh, I love making her happy”
I gotta say, I didn't get the Marinat appeal, but now I totally do and it's partially thanks to this fic, so give it a shot and some love if you want to.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/parasolar/pseuds/parasolar/works?fandom_id=67959073
We need more Marinat in the world.
meeee
something something, in a no plane crash universe, mari and nat getting to be soft gfs, mari getting teased for being an absolute simp for nat, nat being so observant of mari and her moods, bringing her a blue raspberry slushy whenever she’s having a bad day. nat being completely wrapped up in mari’s yellow hoodie, refusing to give it back, nat giving mari her leather jacket when she’s cold at a party. i just need fics of these two being cute together i don’t give a shit if it’s a crackship
Stomach kisses right above the waistband of my boxers make me feral. like damn, do that again please
sooo those slumber party make outs….
do you guys like autistic butches who won't shut up about their interests and don't know how to flirt at all
Passing the blunt but I keep flipping it away from their fingers and slipping them empty filters like a Turkish ice cream vendor