#Tomorrow's Saturday

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

hate that i have the brownie curse where i can't do shit if people are around

[preqvelle]

When hims being silly.

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Tomorrow is a long time full version

Tim singing these lyrics breaks me.

[kotaki]

"A World Connected by Tying and Weaving! Cure Lillian! Don't Be Scared, Don't Be Scared."

[cinamun]

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Lot by @annasiims

[spicyvampire]

Horny! at the Phadetseuk Boxing Club

WANDEE GOODDAY (2024) EP. 3 // EP. 8

[makiitoh]

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet performing Bob Dylan’s “Tomorrow Is a Long Time” on SNL (Jan. 25, 2025).

Twitter credit to gustavobonotto

[risto-licious]

one punch kiss (risto/oc)

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day six: Favorite Relationship: The Hung Bucks

"I don't know that you've said anything to Matt and Nick, and I think I may be more loyal to those two than anyone else"

[notshadowfaerie]

shhh theyre on a double date

yeah just a short notice, our electricity cut out yesterday and we still don't have WiFi (currently using my neighbor's WiFi rn) so no new art for idk how long but probably until on Friday I won't be active but be free to fill my inbox with asks cus I'll be drawing them all on Saturday :D

[yeonjune]

beom pooh beefing with yeon hood | transl.

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

singing 'Tomorrow is a long time' he changed a word of this line..

'There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky'

he sings "a rainbow in the sky" and you can see him smiling when he does.. 🤍

[hue-kangz]

Tyunning Staycation

All the extras~ they're awkward but I couldn't not include them...

[frakts1ya]

"What perfume are you wearing?" Taehyun's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. The silence in the room was too much for the pair.

"Hm, it's one of my favorite scents, I just finally found it at the store I go to buy perfume," You explain. "Why?"

"I noticed you smelled different, sounds a bit weird saying it out loud, but you get it, right?" Taehyun responds. It's just you and him, your best friend, in the comfort of your bedroom.

You snatch one of your plushies from the sea on your bed, squeezing it in your arms. "Mhm, do you want a better smell?" You held your wrist up for him.

"Ah, sure..." one of Taehyun's gentle hands hold your wrist as he presses his nose against it. "Smells good, is it vanilla?"

"You know your scents." A small smile appears on your lips. Then, it feels almost as if time slowed down for the both of you as Taehyun slowly inches closer to you.

"I like you," He bluntly states. His cheeks are dusted pink and his hand is still holding onto your wrist.

"Do you really?" Your hand gently strokes his dark hair, trying to cover up your surprise.

"Do you want me to show you?" He suggests. He's closer to your face now, cupping your cheeks. You can only meekly nod before he presses his lips onto yours.

One could say sparks were flying in your room that day, you and Taehyun were like neighboring pieces of a puzzle, lips fitting on his perfectly. Once he pulls off of you to get some air, he could only look at you with half-lidded eyes, clouded with admiration. "Yeah, I really do. I'm assuming you return the feelings?"

"Of course I do, Tyun," You tell him.