#💀simon (r)

[batbabydamian]

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[kyuala]

best 127 b-sides from each era according to yours truly:

fire truck: another world

limitless: baby don't like it dont play w me

cherry bomb: whiplash lmfao

chain: 100 or come back i'm not picky

regular: city 127 ig

simon says: none tbh

wakey-wakey: lips i think

superhuman: fool

kick it: love song

punch: nonstop

gimme gimme: lipstick

sticker: focus 🥵

favorite: love on the floor

2 baddies: gold dust but vitamin is a CLOSE second

ay-yo: skyscraper helloooo

best overall: baby don't like it i will not be taking criticism at this time that song RAISED me

[full-moon-ships]

So Johnny and Nico leave the military before Simon, yeah? They want to settle down and be normal and Simon isnt quite ready to leave the structure and routine. Then Nico gets pregnant. But Simon is still off because "you have Johnny with you" and "if something serious happens I'll be there". BUT THEN he has a near death experience and ends up in the hospital and sees how stressed his husbands are (especially Nico who, again, IS PREGNANT) and hes like “Oh fuck I can’t do this to him again I don’t want anyone to feel like this because of me ever actually”

[border-sock]

waiting for it to be my ethnicity’s turn to be trendy

[lundenloves]

a mixed selection of headcannons for ghost, not all dad ones although 50/50 ‼️

I was pacing around my kitchen as I wrote these. Back and forth, and back and forth. I need him like Man City need Gündogan. Tears.

This bitch is awful at having his phone on him. Like he ain’t never got it, yet always jumps to his own defence when you bring it up. “You never fucking pick up the phone.”

“Yes I do.” Complete with a frown.

Go into his missed calls and it’s just you 💀

Sometimes you have to phone Johnny just to get a guaranteed where a-bouts of your husband. They’re always next to each other anyway, “Oh he’s right next to me, aye.”

Road. Rage.

He cannot handle the slightest bit of traffic. Like a two minute setback? Overtaking. Sometimes even undertaking. This man is above the law.

He’s the person who steals money in Monopoly.

Tries his hand at every dad activity with full confidence in himself. Getting violently humbled when he can’t understand how to heat up baby milk. “It doesn’t have clear instructions.”

“It’s milk, not liquid nitrogen. It doesn’t need instructions.”

“Fuck off.”

Uses his height to the best advantage, holding shit above his head like an evil fucker.

His kids ask him to do their BeReals and he’s like what the absolute fuck— before being shoved into them anyway. The comments were encouraging to say the least. “Dilf”

They definitely have Soap on BeReal.

His are the best.

THE DRIEST TEXTER.

“Ok.”

“R u mad?” His kids getting fucking trust issue from his texts when that’s just the way he types 💀

Seen

And then his excuse will be “I was driving” or some shit, knowing fine well he just couldn’t be bothered replying.

He’s probably a car nerd to be honest. Lmfao. Look at him. I know that man could tell me about my wheel rims.

I know he can tan WELL. Like the sun hits him for one second and he’s already been on a two week holiday to the Maldives. Albeit primarily a t-shirt tan that you make fun of, it’s still impressive.

Will pick up your FaceTimes (when he’s got his MF PHONE) on occasion and just have a huge laceration 💀

So concerned for him.

His kids try and show him Animal Crossing on your switch. They invite him to their islands and he’s so unimpressed it’s ridiculous 😭 Bro just runs around and accidentally shakes the trees. “Dad. Stop.”

“I don’t know what i’m fucking doing.”

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[missvainillapudin]

Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all but us:

prompt: first of all i want to say that this writing is heavily inspired by Simon and Patty's relationship from the movie "dinner in america" which i love so much! and i wanted to write something about it, somehow i find similarities between Simon and Vance so it's perfect for me to use it in this writing!(that's all, sorry if it was too long, i'm new at this and i'm trying to do my best! so please don't be mean (⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠) )

Fem!reader x Vance Hopper

•He mess up and he knew it, he had lost his pinball record because of that old game and that led him to make a mess at Grab'N Go, now the pinball machine was completely destroyed (not to mention other parts of the place💀) and the owner had called the police, he ran out of the place without first showing the angry owner his finger and leaving there in a hurry, you on the other hand were sitting on the floor in the back of the hospital where your mother worked and where you helped her organize the nursing equipment, eating your lunch, you were watching with displeasure some pigeons pecking at something dead in the trash until the sound of heavy footsteps going up the metal stairs of the place and generating a thunderous noise distracted you, the pigeons fluttered at the noise and you frowned when you saw a boy about your age, blond with a jean jacket without sleeves, he looked at you and put a finger to his lips as a sign You kept quiet, that boy seemed familiar to you, but from where? At that moment a police car passed by the place and stopped in front of you "Hey girl, have you seen anyone suspicious running around here?" the officer asked, you looked at that blond boy and then at the officer, after a few seconds that seemed like an eternity for Vance you slowly shook your head still with a piece of your ham and cheese sandwich on your lips, the officer hissed and left without first telling you that in case you saw suspicious activity in the area you should not hesitate to call "We have to put an end to this crime, those brats..." you heard him mutter annoyed before leaving in the car, your gaze went to that boy who after the officer left went down the stairs, walked towards you and with his hands in the pockets of his jeans he looked you up and down rudely, however, you were the first to speak "I knew I knew you from somewhere, you're Vance Hopper, aren't you?" You said in surprise, he rolled his eyes letting out a "Fuck you" from his lips, you looked at him with a frown and took a few steps in front of him "Hey! That's no way to talk to someone who's done you a favor!" you attacked with a frown, to be honest you needed help with something, and who didn't know Vance Hopper at school? the guy was a real beast when it came to fights, although according to what they said he only started them if he was provoked, and you, luckily or not, had never seen him fight in person, but there was this big group of assholes at school that would pick on you, they didn't hit you but they would steal your stuff and scatter it all over the school, they would glue the lock on your locker with glue and dirty your desk with chalkboard dust, you had had enough of that shit and maybe if you asked Vance to teach them a lesson (nothing too serious just intimidate them a little and tell them not to mess with you again) it would be more than enough, so when the next words came out of his mouth you couldn't help but erase your smile and change it for a disappointed expression, "I don't owe you shit, rot" he said crudely as he passed by you and bumped your shoulder, you turned to look at him with a mix of surprise and disappointment in your eyes, however you weren't going to let this end like this, or of course not, you gathered your courage and threatened him loudly and from behind "So can I go to the police and tell them I've seen you around here?" your words echoed in his ears and he clenched his fists tightly, at this moment the last thing he needed was more trouble and right now you were like a huge thorn in his ass, he turned to look at you with annoyance and for a moment you wanted to back away and get ready to run but his words made your eyes light up with hope "What the fuck do you want?" He said irritatedly, putting one hand on his waist and the other on the bridge of his nose, squeezing it with his fingers as if the simple idea of continuing to hear your stupid little voice hurt him.

🍉: God! This got longer than I expected and due to space issues I'm going to publish a 2nd and maybe 3rd part of this writing, thanks for reading! (⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.✌️

[lia-wrld]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐉𝐣, 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

~𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧

I think he would understand that u can be a bit hormonal. Would get u pads, tampons and stuff like that. Simon would make less smart comments (if yk what i mean like the sarcasm) if u get annoyed by them when ur on ur period. He is prob going to try make u laugh if ur crying about sm stupid like about the fact that the crisps r finished.

~𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

Oh harry he'd be the type to accidentally make u cry💀. This man would promise u that he is going to go get u food after he goes somewhere w his friends bc ur hungry and forget. He promised u bc he decided to go out with friends instead of spend time w u and forget the food😭. After u literally reminded him and harry still forgot. But he does make it up to u by cuddling w u. He'd offer to cook u said no bc u dont want ur kitchen burnt down. So u just orders in whatever u like.

~𝐉𝐣

Clueless about periods would constantly ask u about it and he would not to what do. U aint giving him any answer bc ur in pain ur there like tf u mean do u what hole do u bleed from. Soo what does he do he googles all his odd question and googles what to do with u. When whatever he tries does not work he just put on ur fav movie. Jj would prob by u sm u have been wanting like a channel braclet ( if u dont like that imagine anything els u like) to make u happy.

~𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢

Oh tobi would be the sweetest person ever as if he already isn't but whenever ur on ur period its a whole other story. Anything u want he would get/do. U want to play uno? Alright I’ll grab the cards. Cuddles? U dont even have to ask. He us just so obssesed w u (but like in a healthy way) but tbf who wouldnt its u.

~𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐤

Aww poor vik he is also clueless . He knows how periods work unlike someone *cough cough* Jj. But he wouldn’t know how to deal with u he’d be there just patting ur head. Like u will be fine it could be much worse u could be in the submarine that got lost or be in the toxic gossip train.

(my requests are open if u want me to write a consept for a anyone else just ask🙂)

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

I’m sorry but the criticism about the “chemistry” in Bridgerton Season 3 isn’t holding up, and it honestly feels like people are just making up excuses to be rude about Nicola Coughlan being plus-sized.

It’s not just Nicola who people are being vile about, there’s been so many people who’ve made cruel remarks about now Luke Newton looks, calling him ugly and insulting his acting.

Don’t get me wrong, there are most definitely issues with this season of Bridgerton and the writing, and it’s more than okay to prefer other couples, but mocking the actors like this is not okay, and it annoys me to see. Acting like it’s impossible for Colin to be attracted to Penelope is so gross, like okay, she’s not skinny, but she’s still absolutely stunning, get the fuck over it. It really makes me so happy to see someone whose body type is similar to mine being desired and loved like Penelope, like it just made me so thrilled to see.

But being for real, in my opinion, there’s no way that Colin and Penelope have worse chemistry or a worse story than Simon/Daphne given that Daphne marital-r*ped her husband 💀 the entire season isn’t even out yet, so let’s maybe wait until all the episodes have dropped to make judgements.

[dema-heart]

💀=🥃>🍬?

Simon "ghost" riley x gn! reader

Explicit warning. Mentions of spicy nights spent together. Nothing to deceptive but still.

Bar/pub

Mentions of R being harassed but not shown in story.

Drinks/drinking mentioned

Inspired by my too sweet by hozier brainrot

As always, let me know if I messed up somewhere or something doesn't make sense!

“Ghost” Soap nods, patting the man on the shoulder as he sat across from him. Ghost grunted in greeting, his eyes obviously locked on something.

‘Or someone’ Soap thought as he followed his gaze to you.

You were laughing and chatting away at the bar, Gaz laughing along as you probably told another one of your stories. Everyone around you were in high spirits as they usually were around you, even Price was smiling into his glass shaking his head as you talked.

“Quite the Bonnie lad, aye?” Soap spoke quietly to Ghost knowing no one could hear the two but the man across from him would appreciate the secrecy Johnny watched with an amused smirk as Ghost “flinched”, something only knowing eyes could catch.

“Don’t know what you’re on about Johnny”. Ghost grunted. He knew damn well he’d been caught but he’d be damned if he admitted.

He met soap’s grin and raised brow with a neutral look before his eyes slowly drifted back to you at the sound of another loud bout of laughter and chatter.

This time you met his gaze, your smile somehow brightening more, if that was possible. You gave an enthusiastic wave from behind the bar leaning forward to make sure you were seen, causing a few to turn and look, trying to see who caught your attention.

He was debating on his next move. About to pretend it wasn’t him you were waving at, to save his dignity and cover, but the moment your waving slowed a sheepish smile on your face and doubt in your eyes, his hand lifted before he could stop himself pointing to soap and then himself with a slight tilt of his head as if asking who you were waving at.

Ghost watched as your face lit up again, now assuming he had just thought you were waving at someone else and totally wasn't intentionally ignoring you. You nodded your head, waving again and damn the stares he got for waving back. It was worth it for the giddy look on your face.

‘They’re lucky they're cute…’ Ghost thought to himself as he kicked soap’s shoe under the table when he snickered at his quick save.

Someone must have said something as you turned back to making drinks. Shaking his head, he sighed ignoring Price’s raised eyebrow and Gaz’s knowing smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re on about Johnny… yeah right Lt” Soap mocked his early statement mimicking his voice.

Ghost levels soap with an unimpressed look as he listens to the Scot’s, not so bad, impression of him. With a roll of his eyes he gives his full attention to the man in front of him trying to save face as much as he could after that display. Obviously soap wasn't ready to let it go just yet.

“When’d ya get so close with our lovely bartender, ghostie, no use denying it now we all saw the wave and the cute tilt of your head like a confused pup” Soap chuckles when Ghost’s face only hardens as he tried to remember how he'd ended up in this position anyways.

The whole base had decided to have a night out at a local pub, they all frequented as a well earned reward. It was a larger turn out than expected tonight with word having spread quickly and the rumors of the new bartender at the place making everyone curious,You, being said bartender.

You’d somehow won over most of the people from base with your bright smile, playfulness, and all around shining personality. You told stories or sang as if you owed people a show with every drink but best of all you treated them like regular people, even Ghost, who you’d taken one glance at and told to have a seat so you wouldn’t hurt your neck making eye contact with him.There’d been a playful glint in your eyes and complete lack of fear or judgment when the mask hadn’t come off at the bar.

Ghost felt Soap kick his leg under the table, snapping him back to the present. Before he could scold or snap at the man, he felt someone bump him causing him to snap his head to the side, glare harsh for whoever decided to be bold enough to touch him. He was met with your smiling face, a lack of any fear as his glare immediately dropped.

Many men and women had almost shit themselves from a glare like he sent you and you met it with a teasing smile and amused look. He thought with a huff.

“Thought you boys were always aware of your surroundings. Never thought I’d see the day I scared, The Ghost~” you teased in a singsong voice.

‘You’re far too understanding and they read me like a bloody book. Since when were they so attuned to me?’ He thinks,noticing how you’ve shifted from behind him to beside him so he can see you fully, knowing your approach had put him on edge.

Soap’s snicker across from him pulls him from his thoughts as he huffs, leaning back to glare at the sergeant instead.

You smiled cheekily, holding in your own laughter as you stepped forward to place two glasses on the table. You stumble a bit and Ghost's arm is around your waist in an instance to stabilize you.

You shoot him a grateful although sheepish smile as you place the drinks down, but the arm around your waist doesn’t drop instead tugging you back and you instinctively step back into his space, your arm coming to rest on his shoulder as you lean against him slightly, if Soap notices he says nothing, thankfully too.

It’s not long before Ghost catches himself realizing what he's done but instead of startling he lets your hand on the back of his neck ground him.

Your fingers brush the nape of his neck and he’s reminded of your recent nights together.

The image of you on top of him in the shadows of your room as you smile down at him, as your hands tease and touch all he’s willing to give.

The image of you under him reaching up and locking your hands at his nape to keep him close. Fingers trailing under the mask to touch sensitive skin and messy short blonde hair.

The mornings,you’d get him to stay for just a bit, cuddling up to him and kissing him through the soft balaclava he wears around you. Never bothered, it's the only thing that doesn’t come off.

The tap of your middle finger, twice in a short rhythm. A simple code for ‘all clear’, brings him back to now, to the fact he was very much in public with half the damn base around to see him all cuddled up with the bartender.

“The fucker bothering you gone?” he grunts the response out, lowering the arm at your waist to grab the glass in front of him. Going for nonchalance as he felt the stares of people around.

“yeah..thank you and sorry about that Soap. I come to Ghost when any of the patrons get a bit too… pushy?” You take the chair next to Ghost as you answer Soap’s unasked question as he was looking between you two with a raised brow.

“He'll scare them off or let me stick around until they leave, figuring I'm “taken” or realize they won't win the battle against Ghost ” You mumble the rest of your explanation as you lean forward, laying your head on your hands with a tired sigh.

The answer you gave was a half truth, that was how it started. You came to sit with Ghost once when he came alone for a drink one night.

You'd bought him a refill he hadn't ordered and sat down in the chair next to him, pressing up against him as if he wasn't some random customer at the pub. He'd kept his cool as he read the napkin you had placed down with the drink. The words “creep’s been haggling me, sorry” written on it. You had looked up at him with pleading eyes and a nervous smile, scared he'd turn you down or lash out.

Much to your relief, Ghost had nodded before taking a discreet glance around and clocking the bastard easily enough. He’d then leaned his head against yours, glaring at them and all the others watching you till the creep left, and you went back to the bar.

It'd happened quite a few more times since then, each time breaking down his walls around you as you sought him out. As you saw him as a safe place, a protector. It warmed his heart, and he'd slowly opened up around you. Talking about his days,parts of missions, or maybe the new knife he'd gotten. Random stuff to fill the silence if you weren't talking or needed a break in the times you'd sought him out.

When or how your relationship had changed, neither of you were sure. Teasing jokes and flirty banter just became the norm. He'd quickly adjusted to you being in his space and craved it even after all the times of letting you press up against or holding you so people would leave you alone. He had started walking you home some nights when you worked till close, making sure you got home safe before leaving immediately. You had started taking the later shifts just to spend that extra time with him, but he didn't know. Finally after all the tension and missed chances you'd tugged on his sleeve as he made to leave offering him a late night cup of tea and a place to rest so he didn't have to go all the way to base.

He had nodded before he could catch himself, too mesmerized by your flustered but determined gaze. From there after getting him to stay a few nights, you'd taken the intuitive, climbing into his lap on your couch and asking him if he'd like to spend the night in your room instead of on the couch. To which he agreed eagerly, hands on your waist as he pulled up his balaclava to kiss you. Leading to the first steamy night you two shared together.

Soap nods, saving his questions for later. Instead, he nods towards the drinks on the table.

“What did ya whip up for us today?” Soap smiles easily but Ghost catches how his eyes scan the pub for threats and he’s thankful knowing someone else has your back.

“Right! Soap, I made you a cherry old-fashioned! Made with your favorite type of whiskey, scotch! And for my darling knight in skull amour… with a sweet tooth. I made a vanilla old-fashioned with the finest bourbon this pub could afford and vanilla sugar around the rim.” You sit up with renewed energy excited to tell the two men about the drinks you'd made them. You'd gotten into the habit of experimenting with drinks and flavors and both Soap and Ghost had agreed to trying them everytime. Well Soap had agreed, Ghost wasn't given much of a choice.

“I keep telling you I take my bourbon neat. You're lucky these drinks usually turn out okay” Ghosts huffs, swirling the glass and ignoring Soaps whispered “sweet tooth?”

You smile, eyes lighting up with mischief as you’re called to the bar. Standing up, you watch as he raises his mask, locking you in place with his stare as he takes a sip. He winces at the sweetness, sugar crystals shining on his lip, that he licks away before your impulsive thoughts of doing it yourself become actions.

There’s fire in his normally cold gaze as your eyes follow the way his tongue traces his lip. You copy the action lips and throat suddenly feeling dry. He takes another sip acting like the sugar will kill him, making you roll your eyes, matching his stare with a playful glare.

“Sweet as hell but it ain’t bad. Just not my cup of tea.” Ghost grunts out, the playful look in his eyes not dropping at your glare.

You scoff, shaking your head as you stop behind his chair on your way back to the bar, leaning in, you press yourself against his back as your arms come around to grab the glass.

You can feel him tense under you making you chuckle as you raise the glass to your lips, taking a sip before setting it back down. You hum, a deeply distracting noise, Ghost thinks. Before you turn your head,your breath fanning his ear.

“Just as sweet as you take your morning tea…Lieutenant.” You whisper the words breathily against his ear, rejoicing in the way you can feel his breath stutter before you step back a pleased grin on your face.

“See you boys later, enjoy the drinks. They’re on the house for disturbing your evening. Till next time John…Simon.” With that and a bit more pep in your step, you made your way back to the bar, falling into the rhythm of the busy night as you made drinks and entertained your patrons, leaving both boys flabbergasted at the table.

“Ghost…?” Soap mumbled in question,looking between you at the bar and Ghost.

“Not a word Johnny” He barked as if he was giving an order. He eyed the glass before downing what was left in it, standing up and leaving quickly before soap could ask anymore questions.

[papirouge]

@yumethefrostypanda WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW SIMON GOT INVITED TO PARTICIPATE IN A R*PE BY HIS ARMY BUDDY YET THANKFULLY SNAPPED OUT OF IT BUT THE ONLY ARGUMENT HE FOUND TO STOP HIS FRIEND FROM DOING IT IS....."B-BUT YOU'RE GONNA GO TO PRISON" 💀💀

[hawaiiparty2]

So, since it was halloween at my school they let us draw stuff on the board (surprisingly no one drew cocks)

I drew a bunch of stuff like kris, toriel, spamton, myself pointing at pipis, eric cartman, simon hpii

And my boy Shane

i go to the bathroom to take a quick pee and when i come back i saw someone has written the hard R n word in the board with an arrow pointing at Shane 💀💀💀

Nathan if ur seeing this, you ain't even black

and n word pass doesn't allow you to say a hard r either but i know you probably know it

i'm inside your walls

[full-moon-ships]

🧡and💙 for ghost :3

...thanks

🧡 who worries more about the other?

I'd say me. Can't help but worry about him, does so much stupid shite it's hard not to.

💙 do the two of you have a shared morning or evening/night routine?

On base we grab meals together, sometimes fill out reports together aswell. At home, we do almost everything together, especially in the mornings and nights before bed. It's... nice, the routine.

[famousblueraincoatmp3]

pick a song for every letter of your url tagged by @rckhudson ! put it under read more cus my url is too long💀 sorry to the bots who follow me i know yall were looking forward to more tag posts

f: famous blue raincoat - leonard cohen

a: angel of the morning - nina simone

m: montage from twin peaks - angelo badalameti

o: one more night - bob dylan

u: used cars - bruce springsteen

s: silent voices - dionne warwick

b: baby can i hold you - tracy chapman

l: long way home - tom waits

u: unreflected - mazzy star

e: everytime he comes around - minnie riperton

r: russian romance - michelle gurevich

a: as long as i have you - elvis presley

i: inbred - ethel cain

n: now and then there's a fool such as i - slim whitman

c: can't let go - earth wind & fire

o: one step ahead - aretha franklin

a: anna wintour - azealia banks

t: teach me tonight - dinah washington

m: make you feel my love - bob dylan

p: persephone - tamino

3: 3 romances op 11 no 1 andante - clara schumann

[lundenloves]

imma be honest i love reading nasty ass fanfics with simon but you are so right because like, realistically he would be on medications that literally murder libido (i used anti depressants for a good while and i literally forgot sex existed bro im not kidding)

this is what i mean

like it’s fun to ignore the shit like that and pretend he’s all this n that when realistically,

he probably has a raging temper

attitude problems? depending on medication clashes and or symptoms of each.

no sex drive

probably an awful partner through no fault of his own, just his mind is fucked from A) his job, hello? and B) childhood stuff bc that shit sticks.

no emotional awareness, or care for yours

did people not see the film brothers with toby maguire and jake gyllenhaal? like that shit nailed the affects of war to the human mind as far as i’m concerned.

and obviously we r so unserious here in this fandom but it’s sometimes beneficial to step back and look at things like this for the angst ppl especially. also to bring a few folk down a peg or two including myself 💀

[alwaysshallow]

Just came across my mind the absolute bone crushing,earth shattering bitch slap/ass whooping them burglars r about to get if they ever get unfortunate enough to brk into ghost’s house 🤣💀

Especially if he caught them taking his wife’s stuff. Bro automatically starts swinging 🤺

-💸

PLSS. simon for sure is the one to protect what is his; and when it comes to his wife, ohhhh my god. he wouldn't think twice before landing some punches on a guy:/

[midnightsncupsofcoffee]

ALL THIS HYPOTHESES OF SIMON BECOMING A BOARDER AND SHARING ROOM WITH WILLE EXCITE MY NERVES. I’M GIDDY OF THE POSSIBILITY. HOWEVER, I JUST KNOW I’M GONNA BE CRUSHED TO DUST RUINED DEVASTATED N JUST COMPLETELY MISERABLE WHEN S3 PROVED ME WRONG. I’M SCARED OF THAT POSSIBILITY. OFC I KNOW THEY R GONNA BE THE END GAME BUT MY TRUST ISSUE IS BIGGER THAN MY HOPE. HELP 💀