#go gentle on me

[fandomlove1]

Mi Corazón

Description: Puss never thought he’d be missing the bright red eyes of death. Even after making it to Far Far Away, together with new and old friends. It’s been a month since his last interaction with those ruby eyes, yet he dreams of them every night. Old fear now turned to..admiration? Adoration? Puss doesn’t quite know yet but he’s more than willing to find out. It shows everyday, as his tail flickers every sunrise in anticipation for an adventure that would bring him closer to Death.

Authors Note :

Spicy level 1-5, I’d give it a 2 so read with ‘caution’

Chapter One: Dreaming Of You

Puss In Boots never thought he’d run out of time for adventure. Unfortunately ever since being back in Far Far Away time seemed to slip through his paws. Waking up to the sunrise and busy all the way through till sunset. His new and old friends taking all his time throughout the day. Never once did he complain about it. It felt unbelievably astonishing to fill his day with people he loved and appreciated. Seeing Shrek, Donkey and lady Fiona again filled him with a sense of familiarity and joy. Paired with Kitty and Perrito the days he’s spent all month with never felt dull.

Waking up to a lively castle, the kids that his friends have had running around mischievously. Breakfast every morning warm and abundant paired with meaningful conversations about what everyone has experienced since he last was in the city. Joking around with Donkey and Shrek just like old times. He’s never realized just how much he missed them and their friendships. Seeing his old friends conversing with Kitty and Perrito making them feel welcome. Not that it would’ve been a problem for Perrito to befriend anyone, it was still a welcoming thing to see them getting along with his old friends. Puss’s life was amazing. Even so he still couldn’t stop feeling that it was missing something.

Currently sitting in his room that was so graciously given to him by Shrek and Fiona, Puss sat on his luxury bed atop the silk navy sheets dreading sleep. Puss never once had problems finding sleep and her welcoming embrace. As of late though he found himself dreaming about a familiar pair of ruby red eyes shining in the darkness of his dreams. Accompanied by those ruby eyes was a whistle that brought Puss a sense of anticipation, adrenaline, and excitement even in his sleep. Before those very things Puss dreams of now once brought him a great sense of dread. Now not only are those things brought forth in his dreams, they bring forth comfort in his waking life. Puss finds himself thinking about these same red eyes daily. Especially when going around the castle looking at royal jewels, especially rubies. Not only that Puss also subconsciously finds himself humming the very whistle he hears in his dreams. A few times Shrek has even caught him humming the tune asking Puss what it was from. Puss could never find the right words to describe what the tune was or who he got it from.

Looking up at the moon shining out his window Puss sighs loudly scrubbing his face out of frustration with his paw. ‘The dream is no excuse for skipping sleep. I promised Shrek’s kids some sword lessons.’ Puss reprimanded himself, finally blowing the candle out and climbs under the covers. The cat finds himself tossing and turning under the covers for a few minutes before he stills giving himself to the warm embrace of sleep.

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Puss finds himself in a room full of darkness completely bare. No hat, boots, cape. Nothing to keep himself distracted in the room of black. Looking around the abyss of nothingness his ears pick up on a daunting, comforting, yet chilling sound. The whistle…HIS whistle. Puss's fur prickles up hearing the sound but..not out of fear he realizes. The cat’s breathing picks up hearing the sound. Looking around more rapidly Puss realizes that unlike the other dreams his surroundings are becoming more defined. The harder he looks and focuses the more he sees trees forming around him. The forest solidifies slowly, big trees full and thick with pines. Bushes of berries and flowers cover the grassy landscape. Puss relaxes more looking around his surroundings till he spots them. The glowing red ruby eyes.

They glow brighter than any jewel in the castle, and Puss stares mesmerized by the intensity of the color and emotion they radiate. His breathing speeds up as does his heart rate, the cat doesn’t need to even look behind him to know his tail is flicking back and forth in anticipation. The glowing red eyes take in his whole form from his tiny little paws to his flicking ears. Puss doesn’t understand why but his face heats up at the gaze the eyes give him. Moment spent staring at each other the eyes keep their unmoving gaze on the cat. Till finally they move higher..and higher..and higher. Puss nearly forgot how tall the beast was in the month they haven’t seen each other.

Still Puss refuses to stop looking at those mesmerizing rubies. The sounds of soft foot steps coming closer to him, the jewels of red slowly reaching him. Puss’s heart beating faster and faster, he was certain the beast could hear it thundering in his chest. Branches breaking and grass being squashed till finally the beast was in front of him. Puss unleashes a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he looked up at him.

Death stood in front of Puss, snow white fur covering his body, pin straight ears, and glowing red eyes in the center of grey fur. Upon closer inspection Puss found that Death was…also under dressed. His black poncho is non existent, his pants as well seemed to be misplaced. Death didn’t seem to care, it looked to be the last thing on the wolf’s mind.

Puss’s face felt like an oven from Jack Horner’s workshop. Curiosity was eating Puss alive, he just had to know, and as everyone said curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back. So Puss broke eye contact with the giant wolf in front of him and moved his focus down his body. The wolf’s strong build made Puss heat up even more, especially his strong arms and hands. The same hand that held him up by the neck in that bar. When Death whispered into his ear. Even then with the fear he felt the spark in his lower abdomen. The farther his eyes ranked down the wolf’s body the more Puss felt his own body heat up. Finally his eye found the source for his curiosity, and there it stood hard and proud. Puss’s mouth unconsciously dropped upon seeing Death’s hard and twitching cock. He..he did that to Death? Certainly not!

“This is all because of you gato.”

HE SPOKE! Puss looked up in shock, his emerald eyes wide as he looked into Death’s ruby depths. That’s the first time Death actually spoke! Well this whole thing was a first.

“W-what?”

“I said, this is all because of you, what you do to me.” Death spoke with a gravely tone, dare Puss say huskily. The wolf spoke like he was refraining from pouncing on Puss where he stood. Puss still looked up shocked, how can he make the literal personification of death feel…like this? The now humbled gato couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Still he tried to mask his shock with his usual bravado.

“Why you flatter me so.~ What, do tell, do I do to you senõr?”

The wolf in front of him growled lowly in his throat as he leaned down to Puss’s height baring his teeth slightly. His ruby eyes glowing in the darkness around them, a fire so intense Puss couldn’t help but purr and mewl. Like…he was already the wolf’s lover and this whole thing was all a game.

“You make me ravenous.” Puss gasps softly as his emerald eyes watch enraptured as the wolf licks around his muzzle. Like he was truly starving for a gluttonous meal.

“Mi corazón~ I’m here whenever you feel hungry.”

Puss didn’t know what possessed him to say that to the literal personification of DEATH. But yet it felt as natural as breathing or walking. What made Puss feel even less shameful for saying that was the response he got in turn. The wolf in front of him huffed and growled out in approval, dare Puss say even affection.

“Careful what you wish for gatito~” Suddenly the wolf’s huge paw was around Puss’s waist pulling him close to the warm soft body of the wolf. Puss unconsciously purred loudly upon feeling the wolf pushed against him.

“You are such a lap cat gatito.”

“Lap cat?! I am Puss In Boots I am no one’s lap cat!”

At that the wolf chuckled low in his throat and Puss felt every vibration pushed against him. The next move the wolf used made Puss purr even louder. Death laid the cat lovingly on the grass with the gentleness of a lover. Puss laid beneath the giant wolf with glowing red eyes on the soft midnight dew grass and felt the safest he has felt in a long time. The soft grass caressing his body akin to the touch of a lover. Puss felt the twitching and hard feeling rubbing against his thigh and couldn’t help grinding up toward the source. The wolf grunted at the feeling of Puss’s soft fur rubbing against his cock.

“Careful.”

“Careful?~ Last I check I asked you to lose control and ravage your mate.”

Puss shocked himself with his words and how smug he said them. MATE? The shock wore off rather quickly when he heard the loud growl purposely made next to his ear. Then the feeling of a long wet tongue licking his ear made him mewl and moan.

“And ravaging my mate is what I shall do.”

The wolf above him kept licking anything he could reach. Starting with Puss’s neck, moving his way slowly and smoothly down the cat’s body. Puss moaned at all the strategically placed licks. It was like Death has pleasured Puss’s body numerous times. One particular lick at his inner thigh made Puss jump, Death completely skipped over Puss’s red, trembling cock.

“Mi corazón! Please don’t tease me!”

“I can do whatever I want with you.” The wolf growled out in response to Puss’s pleading. Puss would be lying to all of Heaven if he said it didn’t turn him on. The wolf in turn continued his licking. Avoiding the cat’s aching erection purposely to hear Puss beg and plead. Till finally even Death lost his patience, the wolf placed his huge hands on Puss’s plump ass, spreading him apart shamelessly. Puss looked down as he moaned out, watching as Death licked his muzzle before licking his way up starting from Puss’s twitching hole to leaking tip. Puss mewled pathetically at the feel arching his back at the lewdness of it all. Death seemed to really favor Puss’s twitching entrance wanting to feel it around his cock quickly. So Death did the only logical thing, started licking and sucking Puss’s hole with abandon.

“Ah!~ Yes Muerte my love ngh~ m-more!”

Puss moaned sweetly at the feeling of his mate licking his hole like it was the last thing he’d ever taste. Death responded greatly by pushing his tongue into his lover. Puss writhed beautifully on the grass, his legs kicking slightly from the pleasure. Death’s big hands wrapped fully around Puss’s thighs holding them apart granting Death more access. Puss’s hands found Death’s fur gripping it tightly as he felt the wolf’s tongue moving inside him. Puss gasps loudly trying to get air into his lung but all he could focus on was the feeling of Death’s tongue in his stomach. It felt so far inside Puss could only imagine what it will feel like to take Death’s hard pulsing cock inside him.

“Gah! A-ah! Fuck M-Muerte!~”

A jolt of electricity so powerful went up Puss’s spine when he felt the tongue inside him curve up. Hitting perfectly on his prostate causing Puss to arch up into the feeling, pulling his legs in causing him to squeeze Death’s head. In response Death pushed that spot with determination. Puss purred, mewled, moaned, and yelled in pleasure. A common whore for his wolf mate. The cat’s vision clouded with white as he orgasmed untouched, his cum gushing white onto his orange fur. Death waited till Puss rode out the last wave of ecstasy to pull his tongue out of the feline.

“Ha..ha..ah~ Fuck…~”

Puss gasp softly at the feeling of Death pulling out of him. The wolf’s gaze landed on the spilt cum on Puss’s body, and so Death growled lightly as he licked the cum off of Puss’s matted fur. Puss’s eyes glazed over in lust as they looked at the wolf licking his stomach. Once Death was done he leaned back on his hind feet watching his mate shake and tremble. With shaky muscles Puss spread his legs even more, moving his hand to his entrance using his fingers to showcase himself to the predator above him.

“Ravage me more Muerte. Don’t stop till you breed your mate and it takes.”

Death growled loudly at the words, grabbing onto Puss’s legs pulling him down closer. The wolf bites onto Puss’s shoulder not hard enough to bleed but just enough to mark. Puss moans loudly at the feeling of warmth he gets from the possessiveness of the action. Both parties groan at the feeling of Death pushing the head of his cock into the warm tight heat of the cat. Puss smiles lovingly at the feeling of his mate penetrating him just a little more and all of him will be inside-

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Puss jolts awake covered in sweat, his fur and sheets sticky with cum. Puss pants slightly in shock and exhaustion from the dream. The cat looks around with wide eyes to see the sun shining brightly outside from the sheer curtains. Puss takes a moment to collect himself and his thoughts. He just had the most vivid wet dream he’s ever had in his life. To Death of all people. And…he loved every moment. The playful banter in between, the adoring nicknames, the gentle caresses and admirable expressions. Puss’s breathing calms down some and he closes his eyes softly to rub the sleep off of them. After he has composed himself he decided he desperately needs a shower before getting ready for another busy day ahead of him.

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Padmé and Sabé for Song #77

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 101, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

77- Eddie Baby by Felix Hagan & the Family (How ironic when you're the one responsible for introducing me to them)

When she felt lonely, Sabé still thought back on those days of practice. Of mirror and moving opposite the queen until she could predict the next step, match the next gesture, and mirror her face. It was its own sweet dance in a way.

Her role was one people still respected her for, as they respected anyone connected to Queen Amidala. When Sabé said she still loved her, people agreed. They did too.

It wasn't the same.

And as Sabé's sight fell on the senator in her chambers, as graceful as the day they'd last spent together, something in her chest broke free.

Padmé turned, her posture strong even as the doubt crept into her face.

Sabé, caught off guard, blurted out, "So it's true."

Padmé blushed, eyes lowering to her own stomach. "I've never been happier."

Sabé's throat tightened. Of course, she hadn't. She had him. And now his children to look forward to apparently. "Why are you here?"

Padmé turned again, eyes taking in the humble living room. Sabé had never been one for the ostentatious. Perhaps ironically, she'd always preferred to blend into the crowd around her.

"Things aren't going well," she admitted. "There's something wrong with..." Sabé knew enough to infer her husband's name. "The chancellor is making choices I don't understand that he keeps siding with, and things are becoming strained in the senate."

"Why would I be able to help?" Sabé tried to tread lightly as she moved forward, pausing to lean against a side table a few feet from Padmé.

Even when they'd been side by side and Sabé had been in Padmé's courtly garb, she'd always looked at the queen as someone larger than life. Sabé had gladly handed her heart over; she'd always known it would break.

Padmé shrugged, but even now, Sabé knew her well enough to stop the glint of vulnerability in her movement. "Your presence has always grounded me. I thought you might help. I'm not asking you to think of answers. Just... Give me a chance to relax, to spend a little time with you and unwind. Nothing helps me think like you."

Then why him? Sabé wanted to ask, but she didn't. Instead she simply stepped forward and placed a hand on Padmé's answer. "I've never denied you what you wanted, my queen."

Padmé had the decency to blush. "I'm not asking for that. I'm not asking as your queen. I ask as an old friend who has missed you dearly."

Friend indeed, but Sabé allowed the word to stand. Words had power around here. They couldn't name what they were any more than they could name Padmé's husband or even acknowledge that she had one.

And that night as Sabé wrapped her arms tightly around the woman she loved more than their planet itself, she didn't let words interfere. She learned what the swell of Padmé's belly felt like against her hand and relearned the tickle of her hair against Sabé's neck. She held her the way Sabé sometimes wondered if she'd been made to do.

[dransnake]

small dragons that fit in your hand can still cause untold devastation if they wanna! We promise. Please cower in fear and pay tribute. Why are you going "aww" that's not cowering :/

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All he knows is flirt with men and lie.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[snowangeldotmp3]

btw i feel like this shouldn't have to be said but the reason that agatha hates rio is because agatha didn't get to say goodbye to nicky. rio couldn't offer her any more time. and, in rio's mind, nicky going peacefully in his sleep (and even telling him to turn around and kiss agatha goodbye!!) is the one grace rio feels she can give agatha. nicky doesn't suffer. he doesn't fight. he just...goes. he goes on a walk with his mother and kisses his mama goodbye. but agatha doesn't get to say goodbye!!! she doesn't get those final moments with him!! she wakes up and he's already gone.

[basketofpuppies]

Wanna split a hit?

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[h0estar]

every now and then i look back on this GIF i have of nalu during tartaros arc and cry about how this particular scene alone solidifies the beauty of their relationship (natsu holding lucy's hand gently in the face of chaos and panic did wonders to my heart)

[mikkeneko]

Decided to make this a poll because I'm genuinely unsure how other author folks feel about this particular case!

If you are a writer, please reblog for larger sample size!

[deviouz]

Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him

THIS ‼️‼️

adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<

it gets so much worse when he’s underneath you too. like, one hand on your hip with his other arm thrown over his eyes because it’s just too much for him to handle. cheeks all flushed and mouth left agape while he pants and whines and begs and pleads, occasionally dropping in praise after praise because he’s obsessed with how your hips stutter.

and because i’m a switch jason todd truther (!!!!), imagine how flustered he would get when you lean over him and pin his hands above his head? he’s more than capable of breaking free (have you seen his arms, oh my god) but he stays put because he just wants to be good for you ):

“c’mon, jay, tell me what you want. you can do that, can’t you?”

he’d look up at you with hazy eyes and a pleasure-struck expression, gasping when you rolled your hips just right. it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to not buck his hips up into your addictive heat. surely you recognize that. you can see how good he’s being for you, right? won’t you relent a little?

“ah, fuck,” he gives a full-bodied shudder when you giggle at him, “anything, i want anything. please, angel, just use me-”

[myceliumelium]

The first sons of Maedhros

Excerpts of “Pre-Numenorean Elves and their Influences on the Blessed King Elros, Volume 3” by Idril of Dol Amroth, under the Stewardship of Thorondir.

“The descendants of Nelyafinwë “Maedhros” Fëanorion are a matter of great confusion and consternation to the histories of the First age. This confusion and consternation is only made worse by the fact that Maedhros claimed to have no children at all. Throughout his long life, we have no record of a wedding or dalliance whatsoever, as the Annals of Numenor, preserved by the blessed King Tar-Minyatur, list him as childless and wife-less. However, there have been many individuals who either claimed to be his children, or were rumored to be such. In this study, I intend to parse out the truth of these claims. Thirty two letters addressed to “Atya Nelyo” commonly translated as “Father Maedhros” have been uncovered in the archives of Rivendell, and I have gone through the great effort of having my assistants travel there to transcribe them.” pp. 14

“The earliest of these letters are somewhat of a curiosity, as they are attributed to elves whom by dominant account already had a father. The twin sons of Fëanor, Amrod and Amras who’s valinorian names are lost, only the shared epessë Ambarussa survive to us, were the earliest figures to claim Maedhros a their father. The common knowledge places the Ambarussa as the sixth and seventh sons of Feanor, but interestingly enough, these letters are not the only time that the Ambarussa have rejected this parentage. In an argument between Amras and Curufin, recorded by a scribe in the planning of the second kinslaying, Amrod is reported to have interjected, say “I recognize no father but the one who raised me. The madman who named me forteit his claim on the banks of Beleriand.” Other letters, in dealings with the elves of Ossiriand, have Amras signing as Amras Nelyion, likely in reference to Maedhros’s Quenyan name.” pp. 68

“I feel confident in saying that even if all speculation about the Ambarussa’s actual parentage is erroneous, they, and Caranthir to a lesser extent, conferred onto Maedhros the respect and deference owed to a father, rather than onto Feanor. This role as the patriarch of the house of Feanor, and a father-figure both to his siblings and a number of fostered thrall-children previous to the blessed king Elros and his brother Elrond, raises questions upon the exact conditions, and emotional situation surrounding this period of the king’s life." pp. 205

"Lord Elrond has declined to comment. Repeatedly.” pp. 209

Translation notes

“It’s quite cute, really, the way that they address each other. Lots of little nicknames, though I find it strange how few of these letters have been signed. One can only assume that it went without saying for the recipient.”

“The thirty second letter is nearly unreadable, by what seems to be water-damaged. It is addressed to Ambarussa, and likely authored by Maedhros himself, and thus unsent, since these were letters in Maedhros’s possession before his death. Tentatively dated to 539 Y.S. based on a smudged date at the top left of the page.”

[benevolenterrancy]

redraw of that ds9 scene

LBH doesn't understand what's going on but wants to impress shizun; MBJ understands it even less but is optimistic about any sport involving a solid wooden bludgeon at least

[jordanswitches]

when they cum without permission because they can't hold it and they're apologising the whole time >>>>>>

[factual-fantasy]

Just a heads up to new artists who might not know this: tracing people's artwork and posting it as your own is not okay. With or without credit, its stolen if you don't have permission.

This is why I continue to stay out of the Octonauts fandom and now probably will not return. Even months after leaving the fandom I'm still getting new art tracers and thieves.

If you absolutely have to trace and post it, just ask the artist first. If they say no then don't trace their artwork.

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[hajihiko]

Heard about the food poisoning. That really sucks. I hope you feel better soon 💙💙💙

thank you! It wasn't great but I lived ✌

But this ask gives me context for my doodle woes

(when you've been throwing up so hard you sprain your abs)

(that's one thing the lab can't prep you for)