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[crowfee]

somethin to take the edge off

(insp by this post)

[sorrydetka]

i didn’t like who i was on the outside. i was ashamed.

reupload:

[peteneems]

[cheeseatlantic]

gulp. 1000 likes. do we do more btuchrr simon fawking riley :3

i want his meat (double meaning)

THE BUTCHER’S WIFE

!butchersimon x fem reader

Simon Riley’s butcher shop is a staple in town. Small, cozy, always smelling like freshly cut meats and slow-cooked broth. Everyone knows him, trusts him—the man behind the counter with rough, skilled hands and sharp eyes that miss nothing. He’s quiet, polite in his own gruff way, but he doesn’t waste words on unnecessary chatter.

Yet, despite the intimidating build and the sharp cleaver always within reach, every local knows one thing—Simon Riley is a devoted family man.

The proof? The way he locks up early to make it home for dinner. The way he handpicks the best cuts of meat to bring home to you—his wife, the love of his life, the one woman who has him utterly tamed in ways no one would believe if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.

Your home is just a little outside of town, nestled in the countryside, where the air is fresh and the kitchen always smells like something rich and hearty. Two little ones keep you busy—your children, his pride and joy. They’ve got his stubbornness, your wit, and an endless supply of energy.

But tonight? Tonight is different. The kids are asleep, the house is quiet, and Simon’s just gotten home—his broad frame filling the doorway as he steps inside, carrying a small paper-wrapped bundle.

“Brought you somethin’, love.” His voice is deep, warm, edged with something unreadable as he places the package on the counter. You unwrap it, revealing the finest cut of steak, perfectly marbled—something expensive, something he wouldn’t just sell to anyone.

You raise an eyebrow. “Special occasion?”

Simon hums, stepping behind you, hands settling low on your waist as he presses against your back. He smells like cedarwood, steel, and the faintest hint of smoked meat.

“Felt like treatin’ my girl,” he murmurs, lips grazing your neck.

Heat prickles down your spine.

Because that’s the thing about Simon—he’s soft for you, gentle with the kids, but when the night stretches long and the world outside fades away, he is anything but tame.

“Mm. So you’re buttering me up first?” you tease, arching into him.

His chuckle is low, dark. ��That depends. Is it working?”

You don’t answer, just tilt your head to give him better access as his hands start to wander, rough palms pressing over the curve of your hips, gripping, claiming.

“You worked hard today,” you murmur, a slow smirk tugging at your lips.

Simon hums against your skin. “Oh, I did. Choppin’ all that meat, swinging that cleaver all day.” His voice drops, thick and heavy. “Reckon I still got some energy left, though.”

Your breath catches.

The thing is—Simon may have left behind the battlefield, but he never lost that raw, dangerous edge. It lingers in the way he handles a knife, the way he moves, the way he takes. And right now, it’s flashing in his gaze, hunger written in every line of his body as his hands tighten around you.

“You’re insatiable,” you whisper, half-laughing, half-breathless.

Simon grins, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Only for you, love.”

And as he lifts you onto the counter, pushing between your thighs with the ease of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, dinner is long forgotten.

(But don’t worry—he’ll still cook that steak later. After all, his girl needs to eat.)

slurping up that sausage like its my last meal ty

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

guys, forget songs like abstract or shrike. i think we can all agree that the peak of hozier’s lyrical prowess is in like real people do when he sang:

life-changing.

[beautiful-basque-country]

What do you think of the Karla Gascon controversy!? For me if she were someone coming across as a nationalist(which I think she is)like I would assume she’d say nasty things about Catalans and Basques too, if given the chance.

Kaixo anon!

You mean like she already did?

Following the NASA press conference about water found on Mars. Wow! Luckily they're not Catalans, [otherwise] they would have kept it to themselves.

A Catalan secessionist was invited to a wedding and he ended up eating alone in a corner, he couldn't stand watching how the food was shared by everybody.

I hope that soon this gang of Catalan nazi-onalists rot in prison if this or any other virus won't take them with it.

Pretty self-explanatory.

I am fed up with the Latin American fairytale that's being told in every country since early ages, evil Spaniards that came to IMPOSE and to steal. ENOUGH!

As the Pope should be honest and tell you the truth, for fucking once, "the Three Wise Men are the parents", somebody should have the courage to tell you all the truth about America. You, YOU, just you are the offspring of the ones you've been taught to hate so much. Look at your surnames, your names; as far as I know García, Márquez, López, Baena, Aparicio, Ramírez, etc aren't Toltec surnames; and names like Mayte, Rosa, Alejandra, Alfredo, josé, etc, etc, aren't Swedish.

She's erasuring Basque people here, since García and Maite [not Mayte], are Basque.

[frayedcircus]

bacon hair :P

[wingsdippedingold]

Saw a Reddit post about how someone thought that the only reason SJM made Lucien Elain’s mate was because she needed him in the NC for the plot, and because he wouldn’t work out with Nesta like she originally wanted, she stuck him with Elain

And yk what…? As someone who doesn’t care for Elucien that much because I don’t see them actually working well as a couple in the long run(I don’t see Elriel doing that either though) it might not be that far off. Now you can argue that we just don’t know much about Elain, but I PERSONALLY don’t think they’d work out in the the long run based off of what we have seen from Elain.

I find their appeal to be short lived in terms of the characters. Lucien will help give Elain the freedom and space she needs, but after that I’d love to see Elain on her own idk. Like setting a bird free after healing its wing or something. He will breathe life into Elain, but I think it ends there and I think that could be beautiful. They truly are souls that would help each other, but their mate bond doesn’t have to be solely romantic and they can part ways having fulfilled that part of growth before then going on their own way. I think being alone would do a lot of good for Elain but that’s just me.

Instead of giving Nesta and Lucien the growth to fit together, which truthfully I think would work out well, she just stuck him with a new person. And she stuck Nesta with Cassian… who we actively see treat each other poorly and are mutually bad for each other…? Like in ACOWAR cool, but after that? Yeah their characters are not good for each other.

ALSO I DONT think Nesta would eat Lucien alive (that’s what she does to Cassian and he can’t handle it). I think it’s just part of the “Nesta is a an angry bitch” propaganda, because I think Nesta would thrive with a calm and humorous man who is emotionally mature, because Nesta herself is a peaceful person she’s just constantly provoked and that brings around anger. She would thrive with a calm partner.

[wiverntiles]

Three stars burning bright

So yeah, I don't think I've ever posted my art here?? Weird. Here's some dragonified Amphibis though! The hyperfixation is back, and it's stronger than ever before...

No seriously. I'm currently doing three watchthroughs. AT ONCE. All with different people :)

So anyways, more should be coming! Also dragonified, I have a new one in the works already, and this time it's Sasha angst!

Honestly, I don't even know what this blog is anymore. I'll still do incorrect quotes, but it's probably going to lean a little bit away from that, and share more original content? Fanart, AUs, maybe even fanfics if i ever ACTUALLY get around to writing one.

But, whatever. We'll see. Have a good day :D

Bonus sketch version:

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

CAn i show you my favorite picture of spader. it's here

[obedka]

doomd yoai... love. forgor to. post. shamr

[ash-draws-occasionally]

long time no tsuyu asui

[mothspore]

maternal instincts towards pre-amon 80s akira fudo

[duckysprouts]

when ur just a funky little skater punk hedgehog

(idk if u can tell but only his bangs are straightened, he has braids)