#blanket kick at night

[napping-sapphic]

Just popping in to let yall know that i somehow woke up today to the order of my blankets completely reversed

[honeygrahambitch]

Ok who is the blanket hogger? Will or Hannibal?

[ghost-proofbaby]

rereading the last chapter of 'so mordor it is' for the first time in a hot minute and i just-

Eddie purses his lips, “I mean- Okay, yeah, that’s shitty or whatever. But I get it. I get why he’s doing it.”  “Because he’s a dick? Because he’s always been an asshole looking for a reason to pick on you? Like I said, it’s not excusable, Edd-”  “Because if I lost you how he lost Chrissy, I’d do far worse.”  Willow pauses with her mouth wide open, taking in just how deadly serious he looks at this moment. He’s not even cracking up in the slightest at her insults at the jock who had contributed to being a thorn in their side this past year, focusing on her and only her.  “No,” Willow says slowly, “You wouldn’t. You’re a good person with common sense.”  “Not when it comes to you,” Eddie rebuttals, “Not when it comes to you getting hurt. If you- If you had- If it had been your body found-” he chokes up, unable to continue the thought without taking a breath, “I’d also have a vendetta out for the prime suspect. Hell, I’d have it out for every possible suspect. Willow, if I lost you, I’d do far worse than some petty rallying against the town’s freak. I’d burn this town down for you.”

what the hell is wrong with me

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

also. need the roomie and friends shared hotel room experience.

[qunaributts]

sometimes i wonder what youre doing over there in the dark. it feels like youre trying to soccer kick god in complete silence. should i help? or is this something you need to do alone?

[mutantfactor]

Ashes Of Love Run Yu

[b-blushes]

OKAY it's time to practice CHALLENGING DRAWING

[e-6000]

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[britneyshakespeare]

WE'RE GOING TO BETSEEEEEYYYYY'S

[espytalks]

relistenign to the adventr zone after all these years, wondering when the one guy starts doing the tako voice

[seizeourdestiny]

It went from 90F 3 days ago to a full-on snowstorm, but that just means I can comfortably snuggle in my newest blanket

[kiestrokes]

like body chains or like these chains under his ceremonial garb? https://www.tiktok.com/@xyzbca._.bts/video/7286819245013486891

-clapping- thoseTHOSE chains. I was like, should I specify the ones (it was those). hmmm nah, Sunny lives in my brain. She will already know.

[the-down-upside-finch]

I know I'm definitely not the first one to do it, but I still think it's really funny that I somehow accidentally turned the "there's only one bed" trope into the slightly more unhinged "there's only two beds but three of us, so now someone has to make a choice" version.

And then the two that aren't holding the braincell just immediately assume someone's going to be sleeping on the floor until the third one goes, "Is sharing not an option?"

BUT THEN THEY COME TO A DECISION BASED ON WHO'S THE TALLEST AND THE THIRD ONE ENDS UP HAVING TO SWITCH TO THE OTHER BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ANYWAYS

[psychoticwillgraham]

am I still using the box fan even though it’s cold and rainy outside therefore cold as hell in my room? yes. yes I am.

[muskpunk]

yooooooooo 5am ptsd flashback gacha pulls just dropped wooooooo yeah lets go gamers!!!!!

[starsofang]

Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.

At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.

Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.

He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.

In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.

To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.

And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.

The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.

He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine’. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.

And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.

You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.