#Simon Coates

[willstafford]

The Play That Goes Wrong

NOISES OFF The REP, Birmingham, Wednesday 30th August 2023 One of the funniest plays ever written makes a welcome return to the touring circuit after a smash-hit revival in the West End.  Not so much a play-within-a-play as a farce-around-a-farce, it tells the story of an ill-fated production of a fictional farce, Nothing On, what used to be known as a Whitehall farce.  The form may have fallen…

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Simon Ghost Riley loves fat girls, and it's my personal headcannon that he has poor circulation/runs cold (hence how he can wear all the layers and not bitch 24/7).

Was adverse to co-sleeping at first bc that's his bed fuck off. (He's stingy about blankets) But at some point manages to get his soft girl's weight on him and he is like….oh...oh

His sweet lady is the perfect weighted blanket, not to mention so plush and warm. Like his own personalized teddy bear.

[siyelius]

jericrew pj party

(totally not just an excuse to draw hc body refs post-revolution and rant in tags)

[wanderingxmoth]

it's exceedingly hot outside so. snow copium

silly bubbline but it's crashed by terminal simon brainrot aka marcy deals with her dysfunctional dad

[zegalba]

Simone Rocha spring 2024 ready-to-wear

[blackmensuited]

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Three lost boys (found)

“Pan would have never done this,” Hook eventually says. “Tonight would have ended in blood.”

“Disappointed?” Simon asks.

Hook releases a long sigh. It sounds sad. Tired. “Can’t say that I am. I used to be a lost boy myself.”

“You were?” I ask, turning to look at the slumbering kids a short distance away.

“Not that kind,” Hook says with distaste. His voice softens. “A different sort of lost somewhere else.”

Excerpt from Lost Boys, by @mooncello

I am so excited to announce that I'll be adding illustrations to @mooncello's absolutely gorgeous (and highly inspirational) fanfic "Lost Boys." I've been fangirling this story from the first sampling I read on a wipsday post, and getting to illustrate Heath's beautiful prose is an absolute dream.

If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, now's an excellent time to do so! You can get the full context for the illustration above, and see a higher res version, if you so desire.

Thank you for inviting me to play in your sandbox, Heath! <3

[yumethefrostypanda]

Death's Right Hand // Ghost

[discoursets]

books of autumn. 🍁

[ltwilliammowett]

Royal Navy Surgeon's coat owned by Simon Britton, c. 1806

[astringofpearlss]

my first ever simone rocha!!💕💕💕💕

[lastdivantruther]

going home after all this ends

[tomoleary]

Joe Simon [as Chester Gould] "Hand over that mink coat, chum" Dick Tracy Monthly #103 Painted Cover Original Art featuring Dick Tracy; Rainbow Reiley; Rughead; Sparkle Plenty (Harvey, 1956) Source

Eerie, like she has no eyes. “Rainbow Reiley was a beautiful young woman with long blond hair. She suffered from congenital cataracts which had left her blind since childhood.”

[chicinsilk]

Marc Bohan for Christian Dior Spring/Summer 1965 Haute Couture Collection. Simone d'Aillencourt wears Caravelle", coat set in white Bouclé wool cloth, beige wool ottoman suit by Gérondeau, blouse and scarf in brown silk surah, hat in brown doormat.

Marc Bohan pour Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1965. Simone d'Aillencourt porte Caravelle", ensemble manteau en drap de laine bouclé blanc, tailleur en ottoman de laine beige de Gérondeau, blouse et écharpe en surah de soie brun, chapeau en paillasson brun.

[zegalba]

Simone Rocha spring 2024 ready-to-wear

[simonxriley]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by the wonderful @cassietrn and @nightbloodbix, thank you! 💜

Tagging @playstationmademe @carlosoliveiraa @captmactavish @statichvm @shegetsburned @voidika @r6shippingdelivery @alexxmason @carrionsflower @chloekistune @cloudofbutterflies92 @killerspinal @collinnmckinley @inafieldofdaisies @leviiackrman @nightwingshero (opt in/out)

Like the past few times the only thing i've been working on is the next chapter to 'when the world falls'. That i hope to have done this month.

It was the next day and Liz was finally out of the infirmary. She knew she had to be in there for the night so the medics could check on her, but she hated being in there. She would rather be in her own room, in her own bed. Not surrounded by other wounded soldiers. 

While being out of the infirmary was a good thing she still had to wait another few days before she could go back to Hereford, which was a bad thing. The team was leaving, minus Simon late morning, leaving them here until she was more combat ready. 

She was thankful that Simon decided to stay behind with her, even though she had Logan here it was nice to have Simon with her as well. 

A few moments after she got to her room a knock was heard at the door. “Come in.” 

The door opened and in walked the Captain. “I came to see how you were holding up?” 

“I’m doing a lot better, the doctor said the concussion wasn’t as bad as we thought it was.” She sighed, but was also thankful it wasn’t as bad. “He still said to wait a week before getting back onto the field, sir.” 

Soap nodded his head. “That’s good. You and Simon will be on the next chopper in two days. I’d rather have you get more rest before flying back.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Even though she had a very neutral look on her face, she was dancing on the inside. She only had to wait two more days before heading home, that made her excited. She can survive two days, that was easy. The bad part was having to leave Logan so soon. 

“Simon’s taking a shower now, he should be back in a few minutes.” 

Liz nodded her head and he left after that. She should’ve asked if Logan could join the team, but she hasn’t been with the 141 long enough to ask about that yet. Give her maybe six months and she might ask for him to also join. That’s if she doesn’t die before that. 

She sighed and sprawled out on the bed like a starfish. Just two more days, two more days stuck with her family. She can do it. 

“It’s not like you haven’t spent the last twenty-four years with them, Liz.” she said to herself. “A few more days isn’t going to kill you.” 

“What isn’t going to kill you?” 

Liz sat up when she heard Simon’s voice and watched him close the door behind him. His hair was damp from the shower Soap said he was taking and he was wearing his civilian attire. He looked good.

“Oh, uhh.” She chuckled nervously. “It’s nothing.” 

“You know you can talk to me. If you want.” 

She wants to, she really wants too. But it’s hard, hard letting people in. And she wasn’t comfortable talking about her family troubles. Not yet at least. 

“I want to go home.” 

Simon softly smiled at her as he went to sit on the edge of his bed, leaning towards her. “It won’t be long now, love.” 

“I know.” She sighed.