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[skhardwarevers1]

nvm I am actually pretty fine because there’s this cool thing called improving and learning from mistakes

[frozen-seagrass]

The WALL-E au no one asked for

[skitskatdacat63]

Happy birthday to my forty three shades of Fernando 🥳🎉

Let me know which is your fav variant!

Top from left to right: Matador, Nnadopoleon, Aston(obv), Boy King AU, Bond AU

Bottom from left to right: Ferrari, Post Retirement Vegas Magician Fernando, Renault

[gomzdrawfr]

"Don't cry."

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

trigger warnings: angst, childhood abuse (referenced + mentioned), canon-typical violence (referenced)

notes: this is an x reader fic, also apologies for the grammar and errors if any

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“Don’t cry.”

His voice was hollow, rough, forced out before the words had a chance to settle.

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

It wasn’t gentle, nor a plea. It wasn’t meant for comfort or to keep you from falling apart. It was rough, low, and scratched at your ears in a way that made it hard to bear.

It felt more like an order, one you weren’t sure was meant for you or for himself.

“Just… don’t.” He repeated, the words more for himself than for you. Something swirled in his eyes behind the mask, a faint glint catching the light, like shattered glass.

“Simon,” you whispered, voice cracking, but he cut you off with a sharp edge, ending the conversation before it even began.

You thought it was because of the life he led—the danger and discipline that flowed through his blood. You thought he was telling you not to cry because he needed you to be strong. After all, he was a soldier—a man who had seen more violence, death, and despair than you could ever imagine. You assumed he couldn’t stand to see weakness, the vulnerability that came with it.

But there was more.

There was always more with him.

You didn’t know what those words really meant to him, how deep they ran, how they had been carved into his very bones, how they play on repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape on those colder nights.

You didn’t know that those two words were all he had ever heard growing up, the only comfort he could muster when his mum sobbed after another bad night, when Tommy curled up in the corner of the kitchen, scared and bruised, whispering into the dark.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He had felt helpless as a boy, kneeling before his family, wanting more than anything to do something—anything—but lacking the strength or power to act. He couldn’t make the pain go away. He couldn’t make the tears disappear.

Hearing those heart-wrenching sobs, those sniffles, those whimpers—it made him feel like that little boy again: lost, powerless, useless.

But the tears always came, and they never fixed anything. Crying didn’t make the bruises disappear. It didn’t quiet the screams. It didn’t make the shouting stop. All it did was twist his stomach inside out, wring his heart until he didn’t even recognize it anymore, and made his breathing all the more suffocating, like he was drowning in someone else’s grief.

It made him feel small.

Seeing those same tears in your eyes brought him back to that place. And he didn’t know how to deal with it. How to make it better.

He hated it. He hated feeling like that small boy again, hopeless, like he was failing all over.

Because Simon loves you, he truly does, more than himself, and yet he can’t bring himself to face you in these moments. 

Turning his back away from you, his head dipped lower, as if he were willing himself out of the memory that bubbled up, out of the pain that no amount of time or distance could dull.

Tears didn’t fix the past. They didn’t heal the scars that had been left on his soul.

“Simon-”

“Don’t cry… please.”

When he turned away, when he avoided your tears, when he grew distant whenever you broke down in front of him—it wasn’t because he didn’t care.

He just didn’t know how to handle it.

[naamahdarling]

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[eddis-not-eeddis]

Folks, if you would kindly take some time to pray for me over the next three or so days. Midterms are hitting pretty hard.

[guppygiggles]

Quick and scribbly tickles for my friend, Celeste Tail, who has a penchant for being a troublemaker… 💙

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

[fisheito]

hello... please consider... yakumo in:

the classic traditional style qipaos

the modernised and modified ones

bonus: modified hanfu

he would look wonderful wouldn't he? all the more delectable and sashimiable?

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[borgialucrezia]

peaky blinders — 4x02 'heathens' created by steven knight

[devildomwriter]

Some spoilers in tags

[reneray]

[joelletwo]

TOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCHHHHHH OF A DAYYYYYYYY witnessed a horrifying car accident right in front of us while out w roomie (EVERYONE WAS OKAY) got to engage in the power of Crowd Processing with everyone else who didnt run up to help going Holy Shit What Just Happened. then still had to Get Out There And Vote! fucked up voting bc i researcheddddddddddd all the races i diddddddd but our school board wasnt designated by party and i forgot who the fuck everyone was and i didnt want to guess and vote for the freaky nazis so i had to leave those blank. so i really just cast a bunch of bootlicking votes. =.=

then had a lonnnnnngggg shopping trip where i saw my old work besties new job accidentally. yayyyyy. then did day 2 of my two-day baking experiment (lot of labor lot of dishes lot of new stuff to try learning) and cringefailed it so hard i had to toss all of it. then had to make week's dinner (coolsuccess'd that one. tasty). did all the cleanup from those. now i STILL have to enroll in my goddamn car payments (hadnt figured it out yet shdfg too many steps when every weekend ive had ten million other tasks to do but now its deadline). um. doing that while im in bedtime winddown with all my other to-do list tasks knocked out and brain now free to replay scary car accident memory on repeat (EVERYONE WAS OKAY!!!!!!!!)

[the-way-astray]

nobody draws keefe like jason chan (and fanartists) does. he gets it. he understands the assignment. he sees the vision

[msburgundy]

3/4 of the expected surgery cost in a single afternoon, what the hell man lol

i will never feel normal ever again, words truly cannot express

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[everett-true-daily]