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[nyxypoo]

MAKE A COMMUNITY I WANNA BE THE FIRST TO JOIN !!!!!

BUT WHAT DO I CALL IT

[incredulxs]

-Merlín, la espada en la piedra

[solxs]

Es difícil dormir por las noches cuando tu mente está llena de tantas cosas que aún no has dicho.

— Seguen Oríah.

[allyouneedismilk]

i’m (finally) watching tos while i finish up a quilt and look at this absolutely based interaction i had with my dad

(i make no claim to originality on that first comment)

[verso-abstracto]

365 apuntes.

[entrelagrimasrotas]

[cupcek]

۫⁎ . 👞⁺ ˳ ۫⁎ . ♫⁺ ˳ ۫⁎ . 🎬⁺ ˳

[iicaru2]

gale is just like me in the sense that he’s a chronic yapper who loves deeply and has a somewhat unreliable moral compass and some kind of poorly concealed god complex but also because at the first minor inconvenience he can and will threaten to kill himself

[skyrigel]

Omg stawp🤧I’m glad they made you happy 🥹💖 I need sweetheart simon rn😩🌸

“Siiiiiiii-monnnnnn! I am tireeddddd” You slurred and giggled at how horrible it sounded, Simon just rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing your purse and standing up.

“tis’ past Mrs. Riley's bedtime.” He said smugly, snatching away the drink you almost got your hands on, Gaz drank it instead.

“Sleep well Mrs.Riley !” Soap raised his glass, wiggling his eyebrows the way Ghost hated.

“Tread carefully, he's not liking it.” Pince admitted, clapping an arm around Soap, watching dizzily at the whole affair.

“But you just started !”

Simon pulled you closer to him.

“She has work tommorow and will wake up all grumpy and moody, while I love her—”

“There are children here.” Soap stated, smirking at Pince who flashed him the bird.

“—like that but she's not gonna like being mean at her job, my ray of sunshine and I love meanie her—”

“You guys should really get a room.” Gaz dodged the glare Simon shooted.

“fuck it, let's go love.”

Ignoring them all, while you waved sloppily at them, like there would be no tommorow and John equally matching your freak.

Simon practically carried you out of the bar, one hand holding your high heels and sling bag while other wrapped around your waist.

“Baby, can we dance ?” You wiggled out and would have smashed your head if it weren't Simon who held you against him.

“Aren't you tired cupcake ?” He suggested, opening the car door and tossing in your belongings before clasping both of your hands in his veing big ones.

“Yeah. Right.” You blinked, then beamed, “But let's dance !” you added pulling him.

Simon shrugged, watching you with his fond head tilt, the one he had only for you.

“If you dance with me —” You lowered your voice to a whisper, cupping his face, “—I'll marry you.”

Simon's lips quirked, his lower voice tone was rapsier and more sexy, “Would ave’ take ya’ offer but am already married.”

He flashed his wedding band to you, taking in the frown you immediately descended in.

You blinked more and then looked at your hand, cupping his rough face.

“Same same.” You murmured, His cheeks flushed, nodding along, “samesame” He chimed, then.

“What a coincidence.” Simon blushed.

“Dance with me tonight.” You pouted, staring up from your mascara stained lashes.

“Wouldn’t ya’ husband mind ?”

“Wouldn’t my husband mind ?” You repeated, drunkish and everything mingled, like a spectrum, high and low all along.

“I don't think so.” He grinned, taking your fingers and bringing them on top of your head, twirling you once.

“Your wifey lovely ?” You asked, feeling giddy by the second twirl.

“Very.” Simon smiled, kissing your forehead.

Masterlist

[rocketbirdie]

country boys

[somos-deseos]

“No importa si no me quieres, lo hice por ti.”

— Deadpool and Wolverine 🫶.

[nyxypoo]

NYX TAKIISHI PICS !!!!!!!!

WAIT OKAY IM STILL OUTSIDE BUT UHM SNEAK PEAK FOR WHEN I CAN TAKE PROPER PICTURES

[ritmos-eternos]

Y desdé detrás de bambalinas, me alegro de tus éxitos.

Papittafritta

[hoshizoralone]

lanznation rise up

[s-a-d-h-u-m-a-n]

Nunca amen tanto a alguien como para descuidar su salud mental y emocional, nadie vale lo suficiente para hacerlo.

[fragmentosadolescentes]

Y en medio de la madrugada, cuando nadie la ve, cuando no tiene que fingir y todos están durmiendo, ella se deshace, rompe su silencio, suelta su caos, libera sus pensamientos y se vuelve una jodida tormenta. Steveen.