#betweenstorms

[betweenstorms]

Simon Riley ran the local butcher shop, a quiet man with rough hands and a sharp blade. He worked with a precision that spoke of years of practice, his hands skilled in the art of cutting, though his hazel eyes never revealed what went on behind them.

His work was methodical and precise, each cut of meat as clean and deliberate as the way he carried himself. He moved with purpose, his hands steady, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he carved through bone and sinew with ease. The heavy scent of meat and sawdust filled the air, the rhythmic thwack of a cleaver slicing through bone echoing through the small shop.

You came into his small shop every Friday afternoon, more out of habit than necessity, drawn by something unexplainable about the way he moved, the quiet power in his every motion. The apron he wore was always stained from the day’s work, but somehow, it only added to his allure. She often caught his eyes on her, the familiar hazel gaze always lingering when he thought she wouldn’t notice. His attention was demanding, had a weight to it and you loved how he followed you with his eyes. There was an unspoken tension between you, something that lingered in the air like the scent of iron.

One day, as you reached for your package, your fingers brushed his, and the brief contact sent a shiver through you. His voice, deep and rough, broke the silence. “You keep comin’ back, love. You like my meat so much, eh?” The question hung in the air, as heavy as the cleaver in his hand, and though you couldn’t find the words to respond, blushing deeply, the way his eyes darkened told you that he already knew the answer.

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[bunny-jpeg]

bunny's best reads of 2024

happy holidays bunny nation! it has been quite the year! ups and downs, but i've been so happy to share my work with all of you! thank you to all of the kind comments, the loving tags, stuffing my inbox full of requests, support, and love, and especially thank you to those who have started following me this year! it's been a lot of you, so i hope 2025 is just as awesome!

i wanted to share some of the fics/drabbles i've loved this year! hopefully you can check them out while you're able to relax into the new year! as for the writing schedule, i'm working on some things to be posted over the holidays! i love you all!!! - bunny

formula one

tame the wolff - toto wolff @lucyrose191

out back - lance stroll @uluvjay

a new term - mark webber @whorekneecentral

softcore siren - max verstappen @emchante

pequeña - fernando alonso @pucksandpower

critics and lovers - max verstappen @pucksandpower

meant to be his - lando norris (ceo au) @pucksandpower

devilish - max verstappen (mafia au) @mv1simp

revved up - max verstappen @verstappenverse

toxic bf (headcanons) - max verstappen @devilsfive

the patriarchy - george russell @chilling-seavey

call of duty

homecoming - simon "ghost" riley @reignpage

bunny/rabbit (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

persephone - simon 'ghost' riley @oceantornadoo

fertility awareness (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

winter solider au - capt. john price @yeyinde

in the wolf's maw - capt. john price @gloomwitchwrites

sugar daddy au (drabble) - capt. john price @yourloverslost

butcher au (multi-part) - simon 'ghost' riley @betweenstorms

medical leave - capt. john price @ink-n-shadow

blue collar/cowboy - simon 'ghost' riley @amaranthinespirit

a special thank you to the friends i've made this year! there are far too many for me to tag in this post without tumblr getting mad at me so - thank you! and i can't wait to spend 2025 with ya'll <3

[kissmeharderrrr]

I'll keep the chain going because I've been wanting to do this

And I'll tag (my fav writers-no pressure tho): @daydreamerwoah @awriterlivinginaconstantdream @gloomwitchwrites @powerfultenderness @betweenstorms

you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌

on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

fictional character

date / night date

gift

outfit

dessert

love quote

tags: @catchmeonyourceiling @lovethornes @daystarpoet @beaucereza @chxrrybxmbi @dolcecuore @sororygilmore @auntiejohn @binibby @bvrnesher @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat @certaimromance @effortlesslysweet @aezuria @mothswan @lydiasfalling @amrplastique @peanutalergy @xoxorory @xoxoivy13 @laufeysvalentine @minorlyatfault @jjsblueberry and whoever wants to join <3

[kitkatgj]

Monday Morning #betweenstorms (at Garden Grove, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLK1oupmLj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hugobaurens]

BETWEEN STORMS | Animation Short Film 2018

Hey Guys ! Those lasts weeks I was not very active on Tumblr, because I made a short (really short) animation film with the amazing @katcrunch \o/ !! He drew all the pretty background with the help of Yanna Shen. ANND we got the fabulllouus participation of the awesome compositor Louis Chenu and the bright Sound Designer Rudy Duro !! 

I worked on the Storyboard, the animations and the compositing on Ae :) 

(Go check their work)

It’s short but we hope you will enjoy every seconds of this little film made with love and sweat <3 ! 

Byyyye and see you soon for more adventures ! Kiss

[kleptobek]

Your nightly #dusk #sunset #sky #weather #Illinois #westernIllinois #Forgottonia #Midwest #heartland #June #springtime #betweenstorms (at Monmouth, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CefHi4TrzCX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lemonfreak97-blog]

Haven't done this before but why not!😆💁‍♀️

1. Take me back to eden -sleep token

2. Sexual Hallucination -in this moment ft. Brent Smith

3. Another life -motionless in white

4. Diet moutin dew -Lana Del Rey

5. Good looking -Suki Waterhouse

Tags: @ghouljams @bi-writes @betweenstorms @stargirlrchive @amandakassis

List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs 🎶

ok then! :3

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - My chem

The Sharpest Lives- my chem :3

DESTROYA- my chem (no not because of the moaning)

Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In! -will wood

FIRE4FUN - Jhariah

since I’d rather not go into peoples asks who most likely have never even interacted with me, I’ll @ them! @forgivemeiamoldbutstillachild @joey-regrets-nothing @artiepoison @barton-n-bishop @give-them-hell

[frcesouls]

closed starter for @betweenstorms​ ; buffy & anyone.

" do you ever have a sudden urge to move back to warmer weather ? ” speaking out loud, not sure if anyone around was listening at the moment.  it had taken a moment before locking eyes with someone within hearing distance, and she did a mental shrug knowing a conversation may have started.  “ not that i’m assuming you come from somewhere like los angeles or something. I was just - ” pausing momentarily, “ word vomit, I guess. sorry about that. I must be getting a little homesick even though I chose to come here. ”

[socialsf]

#ｓａｔｕｒｄａｙｖｉｂｅｓ #morningsinthegarden #springblooms #sunnyday #yardworktime #betweenstorms #northcamp #liveauthentic https://www.instagram.com/p/CMY-syUBLBM/?igshid=pthl8ojujsc8

[betweenstorms]

It struck you one evening, somewhere in the midst of a quiet shower, the realisation that you had never seen your boyfriend listen to music. Simon Riley was a man carved from stillness, his silence so tangible it felt like an extension of him, as if he commanded it the way others commanded words. As if quiet itself belonged to him.

For you, music was as constant as breath, filling the spaces of your life. It hummed through the kitchen as you cooked, danced in the clink of dishes and drifted through the rooms with every fold of laundry. When Simon was home from deployment, he never complained about it, never reached for the volume knob or asked you to turn it off. He’d said he didn’t mind, that you could listen to whatever you wanted.

He lived in the quiet, and you lived in the sound, and somehow, those worlds had learned to overlap. But he’d never shown a preference, never reached for a song the way you did. Still, the thought nagged at you—what did Simon Riley listen to, if he listened to anything at all?

And then, one rainy morning, your answer arrived.

You had slept in, wrapped in the warmth of blankets, the steady patter of rain on the window lulling you into those extra minutes of rest. The world outside was only a distant hum, as if time had slowed down just for you. When you finally stirred, stretching lazily in the grey light, you pushed yourself from bed, the coolness of the room waking your senses.

And then you paused.

In the tender light of morning, he stood—Simon, his figure framed by the soft, pale glow. At the stove, his broad shoulders curved beneath the black sweatshirt, a presence as unyielding as stone. Even with his back to you, he commanded the room effortlessly, the quiet weight of him impossible to ignore. His arms, thick with muscle, spoke of strength honed in battle, yet he moved with a surprising grace, each motion deliberate, unhurried. But it wasn’t the quiet power of his form or the sight of him cooking that made you stop.

It was the sound of his voice.

Low, hoarse and gravelly, almost too quiet to catch, Simon was murmuring the lyrics of a song under his breath, so nonchalantly it nearly made you laugh.

“And just like the rain You cast the dust into nothing And wash out the salt from my hands?”

There was something so deadpan and painfully out of tune about the way his voice grumbled through the lyrics, it was almost comical. And yet, it was also extremely sweet.

In the quiet of the morning, there he was, humming along to a song you knew well—your favourite song, as though it had seeped into him without you ever knowing.

“So touch me again I feel my shadow dissolving Will you cleanse me with pleasure?”

You stood in the doorway, grinning to yourself, watching as he moved through the space, his stillness now softened by the gentle rhythm of the rain. You hadn’t known Simon even liked music, let alone your music, and the sight of him—the infamous Ghost—murmuring Sleep Token lyrics under his breath, made your heart swell.

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[sommponylikeswine-blog]

This was pretty. #nofilter #atlanta #betweenstorms #evening #home

[fbdanes]

When you give pack it up because the next round of storms is imminent. #betweenstorms #packitup (at Indian Lookout Country Club) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0MiqNYAJGB/?igshid=1sl8rlunieoi5

[littlegoldboat]

Unmoved by wind, aloes stake claim to cliff bluffs. Waves gallop below. #haiku #lagunabeachpoet #windyday #betweenstorms #blueandwhite #lagunabeachview #gallopingwaves #aloevera #succulentlover #montagelagunabeach (at Montage Laguna Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt_0PAsHP_E/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u8u6kin9ha9e

[freethesisideas]

#betweenstorms #verdantashell (at Union Mills, Maryland)

[wildozark]

Fresh jack in the pulpit. #betweenstorms

[kleptobek]

Your nightly #dusk #sunset #sky #weather #clouds #cloudcover #Illinois #westernIllinois #Forgottonia #heartland #midwest #nature #summer #aftertherain #BetweenStorms (at Monmouth, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2sWqBBJ-_K/?igshid=fxxiddbl63r1