#i'd KILL to have a soft simon in my life

[eliysian]

I WANT HIM SO BAD

Give me a Simon Riley who's soft.

Give me a Simon who, when the guys ask him to run to the pub after a successful mission, turns them down. The reason he gives them is "because I just spent two months with you assholes", but everyone knows it's because he's too eager to get home to you to waste any more time.

Give me a Simon whose favorite place to be is with you in bed or on the couch, laying atop you like a massive weighted blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat as you massage his scalp. He constantly falls asleep like that, and he swears it's the only position he can sleep in that guarantees he won't have any nightmares.

Give me a Simon looks at you and, for the first time in decades, imagines a future for himself. He's never allowed it before - he's always been convinced that he'd die young and has always known he'd be grateful for it. But now, when he watches you smile back at him, he finds himself thinking of future years he never thought he'd want.

Give me a Simon who lets you trace his scars with your fingertips, and who starts to associate them less with the injuries that caused them and more with the sensations you give him. And all the while, he's looking at you like you hung the moon, the stars, and everything else in the sky.

Give me a Simon who has earned his reputation as a ghost, a phantom, a threat, but refuses to so much as raise his voice towards you.

Give me a Simon Riley who is completely and utterly yours, for as long as you will have him.

Give me a Simon Riley who will burn the world down at your feet to keep it that way.

[celestialprincesse]

🎀💞

I just know that Simon Riley wants his face sat on🤭

nsfw below the cut 🪷 mdni

You'd always been a little shy when it came to sex, understandably so considering that your boyfriend was a real life Adonis, some kind of cruelly beautiful deity come to taunt you for your prudishness. Obviously, you and Simon had done it, you'd fucked countless times when he came back from deployments or frustrated from debriefings gone bad, but it was always, for lack of a better word, tame. You'd always assumed, given his past, that he wouldn't be down to have sex, period. The beginning of your relationship was a minefield of navigating boundaries and understanding the complexity of the beautiful man you got to share your bed with. What you foolishly failed to recognise, however, is that whist you subconsciously saw Simon as wounded, he saw your fragility as clear as day, like a ripple under the surface of clear water.

He'd aways been so impossibly gentle with you, even when you'd wanted things differently, too afraid to ask him and send Simon spiralling back into that dark place he'd only recently been pulled from.

"Want you to fuck my face." Simon's deadpan voice snaps you from your reverie, brings you back to where you lay sprawled and waiting in the centre of your shared bed.

"I'm sorry?" You barely manage to splutter, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at where he sits patiently between your knees, not even needing to look down to your panties to know that your cunt is already dripping.

"Fuck, love." The sound of his exasperated sigh makes you feel like you've done something wrong, but the almost pained crinkle of his eyes confuses you. "You need me to spell it out? I'd like you to sit on my face and let me eat you out." Simon's words make you choke, jaw hanging agape as you process the fact that not only is he willing to take such a step in your sexual relationship, but also that he's so seemingly comfortable with the idea of you essentially fucking his face. Sure, he's eaten you out before, but never in such a compromising way. "Are you -" A soft kiss being placed to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is enough to silence you as you look down at Simon practically grovelling between your legs.

"If you don't want to, you can say no, baby." "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't want to - fuck." You huff, slumping back against the mattress with a sigh as you struggle to find the words you need to express the way you feel. "You don't want to fuck?" He smirks wickedly at you, one hand still cradling your outer thigh as he presses his cheek to the warm skin, trying to lighten the mood. Ease you up a bit. "Simon." "Tell me what you're thinking. I'll make it make sense." God he's always so unbearably patient. It almost has you in tears.

"I just - I'm not so confident with stuff like that, you know? I mean it took us six months of having sex for me to even feel comfortable enough to ride you. Now you want me to sit on your face?"

Simon's eyes soften at your reasoning, and he practically drags himself up the bed until he's face to face with you, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at your face, so beautifully flushed and bashful.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I need you to know, that I look at you and get hard okay? You're the most beautiful thing I've seen. Ever. If I died by being suffocated between your legs? Fuckin' kill me already, yeah?"

His words have you giggling softly as you play with his hair, distracting yourself from the burning arousal in the pit of your tummy.

"Okay." You nod, slowly, meeting his eye to make sure that he sees you're serious. "You don't have to say yes if you're not sure." "I'm sure, but can we go slow?" "Of course, baby. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with."

It doesn't take long for you to be sat nervously on Simon's hips, clothes piled on the floor, discarded in order for you to sit naked atop him, bottom lip pulled nervously between your teeth. "Do I just -" You point awkwardly between the general vicinity of your cunt to Simon's face, heart fluttering when you catch the way he gazes up at you like some sort of statue, some masterpiece. "Mhm." He nods slowly, pupils blown impossibly wide, the chocolate of his gaze turning almost entirely black. You feel his massive palms take your hips, guiding you up to your knees before settling your slick cunt just over his face.

"Sit." He grunts when he doesn't immediately feel the press of you against his mouth, his nose barely touching your puffy clit. "What if I hurt you?" "I'll let you know. Now, sit." Before you know it, his fingers are digging into your hips, leaving you gasping at the suddenly overwhelming sensation of his entire lower face stuffed against your pussy.

"Holy sh-" You whine, already beginning to roll your hips in search of stimulation, all whilst Simon gives a contented hum which rumbles through you and has you clenching around nothing. His hands guide your hips in their rhythm as his tongue licks a flat stripe between your wet folds, leaving you stuttering and your eyes rolling back, all whilst you grip onto his hair like of you let go he'll disappear entirely.

He sets a languorous pace with his tongue, eating at you like you're his final meal, hands digging firmly at the meat of your ass whilst he uses the slight bump at the bridge of his nose to press up against your clit, making you dizzy. Whilst he uses both hands to guide you, you use the hand not tangled into his hair to roll a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger, the sensation going straight to your pussy and making you gasp. Simon, perceptive as ever, notices your want and pushes his tongue inside you to push just that little bit further - and he can tell that you're close by the way your thighs clench around his ears and the fact that you're wonderfully more vocal than usual.

Similarly, sensing your oncoming orgasm, you desperately attempt to pull yourself off of him, all of a sudden shy about cumming on his face like you haven't done it countless times before. Your wriggling is met with a small slap to your ass which has you seeing stars as the small sting snaps the elastic band stretching taut in your lower belly, and Simon laps up every bit that you'll give him.

"Didn't think that men like me got to go to heaven." Simon sighs when you both lay sprawled and happy in bed together.

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I did not intend to write 1.1k of smut when I opened my laptop this evening but boundaries and communication are just so !! sexy !!

N e ways I'll just leave this here for y'all💕

[crownedwille]

My wilmon vampire AU

Since I keep seeing vampire fics I decided to share some of my own WIP I've been writing on and off for like a year. It contains vampire Wilhelm and vampire hunter Simon and I need to spread more of that propaganda to counteract the vampire Simon stuff lmao. This is only a snippet since it's not done yet and I don't know when it will be but this part felt like a good introduction.

Enemies to lovers type of situation, mentions of blood and death (duh), and Simon having a strong case of I can fix him, no really, I can

"Wille, you promised."

Simon got out his stake out of reflex, ready to aim and use it. Wilhelm grinned darkly at him, blood still staining his teeth, a body lying on the ground, neck ripped apart. If Simon were to touch it, it would probably still be warm. If he had come a few minutes earlier maybe then he could've still saved this life.

He hated it. He hated when Wille decided to bring his meals home and he hated coming home to a bloody massacre (and when he did he start considering Wille's place home?) and not being able to do anything about it. It was by far not his first time seeing a dead body in his job but it still left a stinging pain in his chest. He always mourned the ones he couldn't save, even if they were faceless strangers.

"You know you can't kill me." Wilhelm referred to the stake Simon was still clutching in his hand.

Yes, he knew. It wasn't about whether Simon built up the courage to do it (they both knew he was more than capable). Wilhelm had opened up about his family one cozy evening and told him that he was born into one of the three noble vampire families that were considered well over a thousand years old. They were at the top, basically royalty amongst vampires and couldn't be killed by sunlight or wooden stakes.

There was a weapon rumored to exist that could kill them but it has vanished and no one has come across it in over two hundred years. Wilhelm was, for better or worse, truly immortal.

Wilhelm had told him even more about his family that night in a bitter tone, how he had had a complicated relationship with his parents, feeling like he had to always compete with his brother for their affection and lost but he loved his brother who was always there for him and made sure he didn't feel lonely in their castle and then Wilhelm lost him, the only person he was ever close to and he has been angry and lonely ever since. Since now.

Wille had cried that night. According to his own words, it has been about 90 years since he last shed any tears. It was the first time Wille had been so vulnerable with him and Simon had cried too and Wille had let Simon hold him and they had the most gentle sex that night.

It never happened again.

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to conceal his nerves and come across as determined. "No but this can still hurt you." And he would use it. Maybe just to teach Wille a lesson.

Wilhelm chuckled. "As if I'd let you come this close with that."

"You already have, once," Simon retorted sharply.

Wilhelm's laugh died. Yes, they both vividly remembered the day they first met when Simon put a stake in his heart. "And I won't make the same mistake again. I have been doing this for centuries, long before you were even born, don't think you stand a chance against me."

Simon got the warning. Wilhelm was superior to him in everything, speed, strength, experience and he would lose the fight. He was only alive because Wilhelm let him and had to count on Wille's soft spot for him that it was enough.

Simon knew by now that it was more than just that, there was real affection on both sides. The time they spent together couldn't just be erased, Simon was in way too deep now. He had feelings for Wille and he knew they were reciprocated.

Wilhelm was unpredictable and impulsive but he wouldn't kill him, of that he was sure. But could Simon just stand by and watch him murder innocent people? He had made a pact to himself and the Hunters League to protect the innocent from monsters like Wille. It was his duty. And he had always been proud to fulfill it.

And now here he was, letting Wilhelm continue killing innocent people.

"I can't let you keep doing this, you know I have to do something," he tried to bargain.

"So just because you feel guilty I should stop doing something that keeps me alive?"

"Bullshit," Simon snapped, "you don't need to kill them to stay alive."

Wilhelm gave a miniscule shrug. "Maybe. But I want to."

Hearing those words so straight forward made Simon flinch. He knew that was a reason why many vampires killed, not because of survival, taking a little blood would sustain them enough but they enjoyed it. They were predators. It was nothing new but still, he hated hearing it from Wille's mouth.

Wilhelm caught his reaction and scoffed. "You knew exactly who I was from the beginning, I never pretended to be anything else. You knew and yet you still continued to come back for more. I didn't make you do anything, so don't you come here and blame me now, this is on you."

Simon suppressed a wince. Another thing he hated, being confronted with the truth. He knew about Wille being a vampire before they had even spoken but not what kind and he had not anticipated the feelings and complications that came with it.

He wanted to say it was a lie, that there was more to Wille and he wanted to be a good person and was trying so hard not to kill. There were occasional hints that made Simon believe in it and what made him stay. He had hope when Wille was his soft and tender self with vulnerable eyes and then he crushed it again when he got cold and mean.

"I can't let you kill." He tried again, the wood digging into the palm of his hand.

Wille's grin came back, he licked the remaining blood from his teeth. "Too late for that."

Wilhelm was being intentionally cruel right now. It was something he was very good at, digging right into Simon's insecurities and moral struggles when he wanted to win an argument and it definitely was not the first time they had this one.

Simon kept feeling conflicted and hated himself everytime he let Wilhelm get away with murder. He couldn't actually slay him but he should at least stop seeing him, he shouldn't still have feelings for Wille even after he saw him draining somebody of their blood, right? What was wrong with him?

Wilhelm walked towards him. He took the stake out of Simon's hand, who let him, and threw it carelessly on the ground somewhere next to the body. "Just give it up."

"Why don't you give it up and stop being such a bastard!" Simon snarled, some of the fight coming back to him.

Wilhelm didn't react to Simon's aggressive taunt like Simon expected him to and instead started caressing his neck and ran his fingers down his arm tenderly. Simon shivered. "I'm sorry, okay. I won't do it again."

There it was, the sweet soft Wille that promised him to stop. Lies. They were lies. Simon was aware of it by now but it was still comforting to hear. He decided to turn off the rational side of his brain telling him that, he wanted to stop fighting, he just wanted to be with Wille without any of the complications.

"Promise?" He yearned to hear the empty words again and feel Wille's lips on his.

Wilhelm nodded and pulled Simon closer for a kiss, the drained body lying on the ground forgotten.

"I promise."

[norah-posts]

Husband Ghost pt. 6. - Memories

Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley is trained for kill and he is cold-hearted, but as your husband? He is perfect. He is kind, funny and caring.

And what does it feel like to being Ghost’s wife? You’re alone a lot, you get only small moments from his life and sometimes he is too dominant with you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

NSFW - marriage, minimal use of y/n, smut,p in v, pet names, dirty talking, fingering, toxic relationship, dominant!Ghost, submissive!reader, spanking, angst, phone sex, oral sex, emotions, angst, choking, sex in public, murder, hurt/comfort

A/N: I'm sure Ghost would be a perfect husband and he would be so good with the words when he need to talk about his feeling towards you. This part made me giggling and kicking and cryin, shit!

Part 6 / ? Masterlist

When you woke up in the morning Ghost wasn't at home. He just left a note behind on the kitchen counter what said he has a meeting. You felt guilty because of the fight from last night. And usually when you didn't feel yourself very well, you sat down at the piano what you got from Ghost for one of your birthdays to play a little.

Ghost was also still filled with regret of what happened the night before. And he knew you felt the same when he heard you were playing on the piano when he entered into your house.

He didn't want to interrupt you, you looked like you were deep in thought as you played a sad melody. So he waited for you to finish the piece you were playing and once you did, he approached you with a soft tone in his voice. "My love..." he started, taking a moment to choose his words carefully. "I wanted to apologize for acting the way I did the last time. I was too harsh."

"It's okay," you nodded as you pressed down a few sounds on the piano. "I need to apologize. I didn't want to hurt you, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a moment before you gave back your attention to the piano.

"Yed, but you did hurt me," Ghost said with a soft tone. "You hurt me by not trusting in me. I know what it's like to be lonely while I'm gone on mission. But I always have you in my heart. Even if I'm not there phisically," he added. "And it pains me to know that you feel so lonely while I'm away. I'm always thinking of you. And that's why I always come back, just to see you again," he said.

You closed your eyes for a moment to hold back your tears. You felt yourself so guilty, and when Ghost sat down next to you, you whispered with tearful eyes, "I love you."

"And I love you, my darling," Ghost said softly as he took your hand and wiped your tears away. "Please, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this," he continued. "I hope you can believe me that I will always come back to you and I will always keep you safe," Ghost added. "Because that's my job. And because you're the most important person to me in the world."

"Because all of me loves all of you," you whispered as you did that on your wedding as your vows.

Ghost nodded and pulled you in for a hug. He felt your tears on his shoulder, and he felt a tingle of happiness when you quoted your wedding vows right now.

"I'm sorry I got so angry with you," Ghost whispered. "And I know you'll be alone while I'm away on another mission, but I promise I'll always come back to you. No matter how far I have to go or what danger I'm facing, I'll always make sure to come back to you."

"You promise?" you mumbled into his chest.

"I promise," Ghost said firmly. "You're the one person in the world that I'd do anything for. I'd die for you if I had to, you know that," he said as his voice went a little deeper. "No matter where I am, no matter what the mission is, I'll always come back to you," he repeated once again.

His simple words meant the world to you. "I love you," you repeated again.

Ghost took a deep breath and held you tight in his arms. "I love you, too. I love you so much. Always remember that, okay?" He brushed your hair away from your face, showing your eyes once again. "I love you, my love," he whispered.

You two stared each other, looking into each other's eyes for a few moments. "Can I play for you on the piano?" you asked quietly to make this vibe better.

"Of course, you can," Ghost said as gently released you from his embrace. "I'd love for you to play something for me. What song would you like to play?" he asked with a smile on his face.

You just smiled at him and turned to the piano. You placed your hands above it and started to play that song what was Ghost"s favorite. He always said that song reminded him of you and that's why that song was played on your wedding.

A memory of your wedding came into Ghost"s head, of you walking down the aisle towards him as the priest read the words of your wedding vow.

The melody of your piano playing took him back that very moment. Ghost smiled and listened carefully as you played the song and it was beautiful, as always.

"You still remember that song?" he asked with a soft smile on his face, and you nodded as you kept playing.

Ghost continued to listen to you play the song. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened, letting the melodies wash over him. You and him were together again, and he didn"t want to ruin this moment.

"You're such an amazing pianist," Ghost said once you were finished. "It"s beautiful. This song always makes me think about you."

"I know," you smiled. "Do you remember what happened on our wedding?" It was a stupid question, but you wanted to hear his memories about that special day.

Ghost smiled and nodded at your question. "I remember it like it was yesterday. And I remember every detail."

The sound of you playfully pressing the keys on the piano put a smile on his face as your question brought a picture to his mind of what happened that day.

"I remember Johnny falling down and getting his clothes all dirty because he was drunk," Ghost said with a soft laughter. "I also remember all the smiles on your family's faces, and the excitement in your eyes when you saw me," he continued. "It was a great day. One of the happiest days of my life. You were beautiful in that dress. And I remember all of your family being there with us, and it meant a lot to me," he said softly.

"My favorite was our wedding night," you chuckled. "You called me Mrs. Riley all night long."

Ghost chuckled at the memory, but he felt his cheeks flush a little bit as he remember back. "But you said it was okay for you to I call you 'Mrs. Riley' on that night."

"Of course it was okay," you replied. "It's still okay. I'm your wife," you said proudly.

Ghost smiled and pulled you into a hug once again. "You're such a sweet girl, you know that?" he said softly and kissed you gently on your lips as he smiled downt at you. "My love, my wife... You always know how to make me smile," he said with a chuckle.

"That"s why you asked my hand," you giggled.

"Damn straight," he replied with a smile and pulled you into his arms once again. "My beautiful girl. My wife. My partner in crime," he said with a light chuckle. "But I'll be honest with you, I didn't think you'd say yes," he continued. "I'm not a good guy all the time, and I do my best to hide myself from others. But you're always there for me, and I love you for that," he said and after a little pause he continued. "Do you remember the first time I told you how I felt about you?"

"How could I forget it?" you smirked, looking up at him.

"It was right before the mission, remember?" Ghost asked, taking a deep breath as he remember that story once again. "I was on the plane going to the mission, and I was wondering if I was goint to make it back home," he continued. "And that moment, I felt this overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety of not being able to come back to you. And in that moment, I knew I wanted to tell you how I felt, becuase I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he finished.

You smiled on his words. You remembered when he called you in the middle of the night. You still remembered his shaky voice, when he confessed his feelings about you before his mission.

Ghost continued, "At first, I was nervous because I didn't know if I could admit how I felt to you. But when I heard your voice on the other side of the call, I suddenly got the confidence to tell you how I truly felt. I told you that I loved you for the first time just before that mission."

"It was scary when you warned me about the fact that maybe you'll not survive," you said quietly. "I couldn't sleep all night."

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that. But I had to tell you how I felt. I had to get it off my chest," Ghost said honestly. "And when I survived that mission and got back home safe, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he added and then chuckled. "I remember you had no idea what to say, because I caught you completely by suprise," he said with a small laugh. "But I knew from the moment I saw your eyes, I saw the smile on your face. I knew. That's when I knew that you also had feeling for me," he said softly.

"I was suprised because it was so unbelievable, knowing you love me," you explained.

"Maybe to you. But to me, it couldn't be more obvious," Ghost said as he took your face into his hands. "You're amazing. You're beautiful and smart and funny, "he said softly. "I could've never asked for a better wife than you," he added and kissed your forehead.

"Sometimes it's still unbelievable," you whispered, glacing up at his eyes.

Ghost smiled and took your hands. "It's believable to me. You are a wonderful person. You are smart and beautiful and sweet and kind and everything I've ever wanted. You make me feel like I'm the most important man in the world. And there's no one else in the world who could ever make me feel like you do, my love," he finished.

You leaned closer to him. "I love you," you whispered and kissed him softly.

Ghost pulled you closer and kissed back. Your kiss was filled with love and affection, and it felt like everything was okay again between you and him.

"I love you, too," Ghost said after you pulled away from the kiss. And with a light chuckle, he added, "I guess I was supposed to wait until the wedding night, right?" he asked playfully, making you remember what happened when he came back from his mission after he told you how he felt.

You groaned in embarassment and giggled shyly. Ghost laughed as well and pulled you closer to him. He could feel your face buried in his chest, your cheeks blushing brightly. And it was a sight what made him smile, and he couldn't help but held you tighter.

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Part 7 ... soon ...

[boxofthings]

Ayo @rodolfoparra suggested GhostRoach post-military domestic fluff wayyy back and this has been sitting in my draft for AGES cuz I forgot about it I'm so sorry :')

Read on AO3

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The bed he sleeps in is warm, a gentle material that feels like it engulfs his body in a soft, sinking embrace. When he opens his eyes, rays of sunlight drape over his body in cozy stripes, over his sheets and throughout the room. It's quiet, and the other side of the bed is empty, sheets messily rumpled without a care.

When he gets off the bed, he allows himself a few moments to breathe, stretch and slowly allow wakefulness to flood through his eyelids and into his brain.

There's noise in the kitchen, and without a second thought, he lazily shuffles towards it.

There's no sense of urgency in his bones.

He turns the corner and is met with the back of his partner at the stove. A smile pulls at his face.

Gary does not turn around at the sound of his footsteps.

There are eggshells on the counter and two plates next to them. The pan sizzles with the enticing scent of eggs and bacon.

He approaches his lover and hooks his arms from behind in a gentle hold that makes the other huff a lighthearted laugh.

When Gary turns around, his eyes are bright and dopey as he signs a soft "Good morning, love."

The kiss that comes after is sweet and slow. He wants to savour it all, even if he's done this thousands of times, every day, every time they're together. He'll always await the next thousands that will come after.

He can't stop the smile that stretches onto his face as he sinks himself deeper into Gary's warmth.

"I love you," he says. And it's easy and familiar, words that have practically become embossed on his tongue.

It's a Monday morning. The sun spills through the early skies and onto the living room floors, lighting their home in a soft glow.

When Simon sits at the table across from Gary, peeling fruit, knowing that it will be his most bothersome task today, he feels content.

He hasn't flinched in years.

In the back of their closet lies the masks they'd long discarded and have eons ago become distant memories.

He hasn't been "Ghost" in years, nor Gary "Roach."

They'll lounge on the living room couch once they've finished their meal, and with Gary's head relaxed over his lap, Simon will think about how peace is real because he hasn't felt fear in years, and his fingers have long outgrown their itch for a weapon. And he also knows this because when he looks into his lover's eyes, he feels only happiness

There are still bad days, of course. No one lives through the horrors they've been through and leaves it all behind unscathed.

Sometimes, he wakes up with the faint taste of gasoline at the back of his throat, and all of a sudden, he's back on the battlefield, thrashing around, desperate for an escape from the fire on the skin.

But Gary's with him, and he holds onto Simon until the nightmares retreat into the back of his mind. Simon will do the same for him–every time.

He'll endure those nightmares many more if it means he gets to keep this life.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

There's an almost amused grin on Gary's face, and Simon supposes he must look a tad funny, staring so lost in thought while peeling an orange. His rough, callused hands that have previously only been used to kill now handle fruit and vegetables with a gentle care, and strangely enough, it just feels right.

"Just lamenting, love."

Gary's smile takes on a softer look, reminiscent, and he reaches a hand across the table to link with Simon's. "Despite everything that's happened, I'd do it all again," he signs.

The fear, the chaos and violence, the betrayal and gunshots, the fire–all that pain condensed into two people who found each other at the centre of everything wrong with the world. Simon would do it all again as well if it meant he'd have Gary at his side.

Instead of responding, Simon stands up, dropping the orange on the table and walking over to Gary's side. Keeping their hands intertwined, Simon pulls the other up, bringing his other hand to gently card through Gary's hair as he pushes their lips together for what will definitely not be the last time that day.

When they break apart, Simon can't help but stare into loving, green eyes. He would joke that Gary looks like a lovestruck fool, but he suspects he looks much the same.

This life that they've built for themselves had felt so unreachable years back. The Simon back then, with his ever-growing crushing weight of anger and fear that seemed to consume his entire world, would've never fathomed that he could've become someone like this–normal.

Later, they'll go to the town market for groceries and maybe have mediocre burgers at the nearby diner. They'll return home and lounge on the couch watching cliché chick flicks and unrealistic action movies. Tomorrow they'll visit MacTavish and Price and laugh over shitty beers together at the local pub.

They'll do normal, boring people things in their normal, boring people house, living their normal, boring people lives.

Simon wouldn't have it any other way.

He's happy.

[yuugami-tan]

7, 12, 18, 59, 65, 99! :)

YAYYYYYYYYYY

answers shall go under a read more cuz i got lots to say

7: favorite design? SUCH A GOOD QUESTION, i can't pick just one so i'll put all of them that i like HEH. comments will be below all the images which are in no particular order!!!

- plum kitaki: i just think she's so pretty! her color scheme is simple but the design on her attire is so memorable and lovely 😁 - jinxie: SUCH A CUTIE. love how her hair and the purple/pink hairtie (?) look like talismans. the paranoid girl EVER - courtney sithe: SHE LOOKS SO COOL. definitely a doctor if i've ever seen one LOL - ga'ran: i'm really fond of this specific version of her!!! that is indeed the queen of khura'in. i think she looks beautiful but also intimidating!!! i won't go into spoiler territory but i will say i wish they kept this as her only design LMAO - van zieks: vampire 🤤🤤🤤 who cries himself to sleep at night i'm sure 🤤🤤🤤 - stronghart: idk man...he's just so handsome.....so scary..............i feel like he both is and isn't a red herring based on his design. i won't say any more than that though HEH. - jake marshall: cowboy 🤤🤤🤤 would love if he didn't have his police uniform underneath though! his very modern police uniform that reminds me that he is a COP and not a wild west vigilante .......... - ron delite: so soft.......his expression.....................hair swirls that face away from the front to give him an even gentler appearance..............................i love it compared to his horribly gaudy mask*demasque attire. he's insane 🥰 - PHOENIX WRIGHTTTTT: THIS SPECIFIC VERSION OF HIM. pretty sure this is spirit of justice. he's SO DASHING...................his waistcoat my GOD. and i love love love how he has the locket with trucy's pic in his suit pocket. phoenix wright the man you are. ...i must talk about one more character. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

love of my life. he's my everything. i have some slight issue with how many buttons he has on his waistcoat (and also i feel like his hair doesn't make too much sense cuz when you see his sprite from the side where his hair is tied the tie itself is so small but the actually amount of hair that comes out of the tie is SO MUCH...I DIGRESS) BUT. he's perfect. but if he's ever in another game (AND I HOPE HE IS.) i hope they give him a redesign! maybe a haircut! would be nice i think!!! I LOVE YOU SIMON. anyway.

12: who would you want to defend you in court? (assuming everyone had a badge) honestly? dgs main protag ryuu!!! i think i'd trust him with my life tbh. he's passionate and eager to work which is nice. and his competence is attractive to me . not saying the others aren't competent though HEH.

18: game with the best cast? hmmmmmmm that's hard..........................i think dgs 2 has a phenomenal cast!!! but i also love aa4 and aa3's. and specifically the casts in the extra chapters for dd and soj... LOL

59: choose one character you would take on a trip MAYA!!! i feel like she'd be super fun to talk (see: gossip) with. and also eat with!!! my appetite has been a little insane lately so i feel like she'd be a great person to travel with

65: outfit you'd like to wear? THIS ONE:

that's so me...i would like to wear it right now..........

99: which character would you not want on your wedding even though you like them? i don't quite understand this question...who would i not marry or who would i not want attending my wedding? i'll answer both!!! as much as i like them, i would not marry klavier...or nahyuta.....or ryuu. if i was married to a celebrity i would KILL MYSELF and if i was married to nahyuta i would also KILL MYSELF. and if i was married to ryuu i would feel so horrible to have wedged myself in his life that is already perfectly content (i imagine) that i'd KILL MYSELF. as for who i wouldn't want attending my wedding......ermmmmm noah fence to the wright family but............trucy.......................... I DON'T WANT ANY MAGIC SHENANIGANS HAPPENING i feel like she'd accidentally set smth on fire and then get away with it as something for me to pay for. smh. OK THAT'S ALL

[embracedthevoid]

Soooooo I've been thinking long and hard about what I'd love to see you write a Missing Moment of, waiting for the perfect idea, and I've finally cracked it:

I want to know whether u can give my boys a shower/cleanup and brush teeth time sometime between the end of episode 4 hanky panky and start of episode 5 !! Like- surely Wilhelm doesn't go the entire next day with football field fake grass on him, covered in rain and sweat and grime?? Surely !! You have full creative license but I basically want to know how it's only Wille's breath Simon's complaining about in ep 5 and not like... anything else haha

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Here you go my lovely @omar-rudeberg, I hope it's relatively enjoyable. I'm actually nervous about this one, and I don't know why 😅.

Follow Me

Word count: 3001

Rating: M

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Wilhelm lays on the bed, relishing in the warm buzz that lingers under his skin. Both he and Simon lay facing each other, foreheads touching with closed eyes. Wilhelm breathes in deeply, and a small smile fights its way onto his lips. He absently brushes his fingers through Simon's hair; the soft curls soothe him into absolute contentment. The boy sighs appreciatively at the gesture. Wilhelm shivers slightly as Simon's breath tickles his cheeks, forcing little bumps to chill along his skin.

There's a brush of desire flowing through him where Simon's hand rests low on Wilhelm's hip. He leans into the small circles the boy traces with his thumb, opening his eyes to meet earthy tones shimmering back through Simon's gaze.

A sense of ease lingers between them, pulling up something deep within Wilhelm he didn't know was there, to the forefront of his mind, tangling itself around his heart in the most pleasant way. When he looks at Simon, it's as though he's seeing the boy for the first time. On that stage, standing out starkly against the others with so much honesty. Seeming so genuine, in a way that Wilhelm didn't know was possible.

There's an ache that vibrates through Wilhelm, like he's spent his entire life waiting for something to happen, something good, and it finally did.

Simon happened.

"What," Simon asks, a shy laugh breaking through his words as he moves his hand from Wilhelm's side to trail his index finger across his forehead and down the slope of Wilhelm's nose.

"Nothing," Wilhelm whispers, nudging forward slightly to follow the comforting lull of the other boy's touch. Instead, he adjusts himself so their bodies intertwine further under the sheets. Wilhelm clings to Simon's side, head cradling into the boy's neck. Simon's chest gently falls, air escaping his lips as they settle into the pillow.

If this is what it's like to be with someone entirely and trust them with the most intimate parts of his mind and body. Wilhelm loves it. He loves the peace that washes over him as he lays protected in Simon's arms, replaying the events that had occurred in his mind. Savouring the low hum beneath his skin that belongs solely to Simon. It's the most calming sensation Wilhelm has experienced, and he never wants it to end.

Simon shifts, gently rolling Wilhelm off him, propping himself on his elbows, so he can look Wilhelm in the eye. "That was," Simon trails off breathlessly, gaze softening as he presses his lips together, then licking them deliberately. The sight nearly kills Wilhelm, especially considering Simon's state of undress.

Wilhelm waits for Simon to finish his sentence, but he's only met with silence. Simon collapses back onto the pillow with a satisfied huff, staring up at the ceiling.

There's a jab of anxiety that has Wilhelm resisting every subconscious urge to chew on his nail. What they shared brought Wilhelm to a place he didn't know existed. It was beyond amazing. But he can't shed the insecure voice spinning webs in his brain telling him it was the opposite for Simon. Wilhelm doesn't precisely know where Simon's experience level ends or begins. Surely, there have been more boys before Wilhelm. And comparatively, Wilhelm has to be the least experienced. He's been with girls before on a superficial level, but Simon is the first boy. They didn't exactly go 'all the way'. Was Simon hoping they would? Is he disappointed that–

"–I can see you overthinking," Simon knowingly interrupts Wilhelm's spiral, his voice gentle. Simon turns on his side, so they face each other. "It was good." Simon encourages with a satisfied grin. "More than good." Simon chuckles to himself, smirking at the blush flushing across Wilhelm's chest. His cheeks now flooded with pink.

Wilhelm swallows nervously, “you’re the first guy i’ve– um, that I–” he trails off, unsure of what exactly he’s meaning to say.

“Wille I figured,” Simon chuckles, then he confesses shyly, “you’re my first too.”

“Really,” Wilhelm asks bewildered.

“Yea.” Simon nods.

Wilhelm somehow goes a deeper shade of red and rolls to hide his face in the pillow.

Simon inches closer to whisper in Wilhelm's ear, "It was really really good," Simon emphasizes teasingly. Unable to hold the snicker that bubbles past his lips.

Wilhelm peeks up at Simon under his arm, glaring at the boy who clearly enjoys his ability to fluster Wilhelm. He playfully shoves Simon's shoulder. The boy gasps, jaw dropped, in feigned disbelief at the abuse.

Wilhelm eyes the boy tauntingly, a grin shaping his lips. Simon reaches out to gently tackle him. They quietly wrestle, attempting to pin the other down. At first, Simon nearly has Wilhelm beat, but Wilhelm manages to flip them, so he's on top of Simon, their legs tangling together and as he holds the boy down by his wrists that are pinned on either side of his head.

Their tired breaths become shallow when their eyes lock, both registering their new position. Wilhelm's eyes bump to Simon's adam's apple, watching it bob as he swallows. There's something heavy that passes in the heated silence between them. Wilhelm slowly moves to straddle Simon's hips, eliciting a gasp from the dark-haired boy, the position becoming rather intimate.

Wilhelm leans down to press his lips just under Simon's jaw. Goosebumps rise as he trails kisses gently over the boy's skin. He stops when he reaches Simon's lips teasingly, not quite meeting them with his own.

Wilhelm's fingers tighten on Simon's wrists when he tries to move them, hands presumably wanting to pull Wilhelm closer. In retaliation, Simon shifts his hips upward, drawing a groan from the back of Wilhelm's throat. He drowns the sound in their kisses when he finally closes the gap between their lips. Desperate to taste him, Simon opens for Wilhelm, allowing his tongue to dip past his teeth. This time it's a whimper that Wilhelm tries to hide, so he pulls away and buries his head in the crook of Simon's neck, sucking gently on the skin there. Careful not to leave any marks.

Simon shifts his hips again with more purpose, and Wilhelm moves his own to meet the boy. Creating friction that builds deep in Wilhelm's belly. He finally loosens the grip that pins Simon down and adjusts himself to lay more comfortably over the boy.

They stay like this for a while, touching, kissing, and moving together until they're desperate for more. Eventually, Wilhelm pulls back, panting for a proper breath, wishing it were unnecessary so he could forever keep his lips attached to Simon. Their chests rise and fall as Wilhelm supports himself over Simon. He blushes as he glances down at both their exposed bodies. The morning light shining pale through the window and dancing across their skin. The early hours register in Wilhelms mind for the first time.

"I'm exhausted," Wilhelm confesses breathlessly. He shifts his weight to one side, using his elbow to support himself, "and I need a shower," he mumbles.

"Yes," Simon agrees with a laugh, scrunching up his features, "you do." He jokes, nudging his nose against Wilhelm's, unable to remove the smile on his lips.

Wilhelm rolls his eyes, "Shut up," he says playfully, as an idea comes to mind.

He moves off the boy and stands from the bed. Searching through his clothes for two articles. When he finds them, Wilhelm grabs a loose pair of grey sweatpants with the Hillerska insignia on the side, then tosses a second darker pair at Simon.

The pants land over the boy's legs as he sits up confused, "What–"

"Put them on," Wilhelm interrupts, encouraging with a mischievous smile. Simon eyes him suspiciously. Eventually, with an amused smirk, he does as he's told, wiggling into the bottoms while seated on the bed. Wilhelm shouldn't find it as provocative as he does, but Simon somehow makes everything send Wilhelms mind in one direction. And lately, that direction has been south.

Wilhelm clears his throat after raking his eyes over Simon's chest, reminiscing the fact that he knows what it's like to kiss him there. To study every detail of his body, right down to the spot beside his belly button where he's most ticklish. Wilhelm's eyes bounce back to meet Simon, smiling amusedly, fully knowing what he's doing to Wilhelm.

Blushing, Wilhelm forces himself to turn away and creeps over to the door, cracking it open slightly. Wincing at the squeak it makes.

Simon sneaks from the bed to stand behind Wilhelm, waiting for whatever the boy has planned. "What are we–" He begins to ask.

"Shhh–" Wilhelm cuts Simon off, afraid their voices might travel through the hall.

Wilhelm pokes his head out the door and spots who he'd been accounting for. He shouldn't be relieved, but the feeling still washes through him when his eyes land on his bodyguard, who's passed out in a chair along the wall. Silently thanking whatever force of work put Malin on the day shift. There's no way in hell that woman would be caught sleeping on the job.

"Follow me," Wilhelm whispers as he grabs his shower bag near the door and tucks it under his arm. He gestures for Simon to follow, careful not to touch the boy because he knows they'd only land back in bed if he did. Wilhelm makes sure to put some distance between them as the two boys creep their way down the hall, past the scruffy-looking bodyguard and four sets of doors until they reach the showers.

Wilhelm pushes the door open, cursing the old building again for the creaky doors. Inside there's a line of three individual stalls, thin partitions creating a sliver of privacy between each one. There's a mirror directly across the showers. It's long and nearly spans the entirety of the wall above the sinks.

Wilhelm's eye catches Simons in the mirror, “Good to know people's money is being put to good use.” Simon sarcastically jokes with a taunting smile, his thumb pointing at the closed door. Clearly referring to Wilhelm's sleeping bodyguard.

Wilhelm rolls his eyes as Simon moves to stand between Wilhelm and the mirror, locking his arms around the back of Wilhelm's neck. "Hey," Simon whispers, his soft change in tone pulls Wilhelms' attention from the span of Simon's back reflected in the mirror. The defined muscles and soft skin builds a burning desire low in Wilhelm's stomach.

They stare at each other for a long moment. Simply enjoying the comfort they find in their silence and savouring how right they feel. Like they're the only two people in the world. Wilhelm can pretend he isn't the crown prince, that he's an ordinary boy, going to a regular boarding school with a normal crush.

Overwhelmed by how deeply he cares for the boy, Wilhelm captures Simon's lips with his own. There's a surprised grunt from Simon as their mouths collide intensely, but he returns the kiss with equal fervour. Wilhelm sucks Simon's bottom lip, then moves to catch his top. They kiss like they've been doing it for ages, their rhythm already found, despite the short time they've known each other.

Their kiss deepens, and Wilhelm knows he needs to stop if he actually wants to do what he planned. "Okay," Wilhelm gently pushes Simon back, and they both laugh at their lack of control. "Come on," Wilhelm steps into one of the stalls. There are small individual fitting rooms before each shower, and a modern glass door separates the wood floor from the tiled one. Wilhelm hangs his shower bag off the hook on the wall, leaving it unzipped so he can easily reach inside.

When Simon follows, he closes the fitting room curtain that drops to the floor, only giving them a small percent of privacy, so they'll have to be careful. But, considering the very early hours, they should be fine.

Wilhelm opens the shower door, leans in to grab the tap, and turns the water warm. He feels Simon close behind him as Wilhelm runs his hand under the spay, getting the perfect temperature. Simon's fingers find their way to rest on Wilhelms shoulder blades, then they trail down Wilhelms back. Goosebumps rise at the feeling. Wilhelm shivers despite the warm steam that begins to fill the small stall. He reaches forward again to test the water with his palm. Simon's fingers dip into the elastic band of his sweatpants. He gently pulls at the material, and a touch of cold air washes over Wilhelms body as Simon slips the material down his legs.

Exposed again, Wilhelm feels his shoulders tighten. It's silly, he knows, they were just laying in bed naked together, but there's something about someone undressing him that pulls a new sense of vulnerability tight in Wilhelm's chest. But, the feeling quickly fades when Simon steps close behind, having noticeably removed his own clothing, snaking his arms around Wilhelms's waist. He sighs back into the embrace while Simon patters a kiss across the back of Wilhelm's neck. Wilhelm feels the kiss radiate through his nerves, and his breath falters, swaying slightly with lightheadedness.

"Come on," Wilhelm whispers, stepping forward to turn and face the other boy, who looks completely wrecked, with parted lips and heavy breath. Wilhelm slides his hand into Simons and guides them both under the spray. He pulls the glass door closed behind them.

Wilhelm steps into Simon's space –who doesn't seem to mind in the slightest– and trails the tips of his fingers down his shoulders, past his elbows, landing on his waist. Wilhelm's fingers bend, tracing little patterns into the boy's skin, distracting him so Wilhelm can shuffle Simon under warm water. The pressure isn't the greatest, but Simon still hums and tilts his head back, exposing the curve of his neck. Wilhelm can't keep away, and he presses his lips to the damp skin under Simon's jaw, earning himself a gasp.

Wilhelm kisses a trail up Simon's neck to lips as the other boy's fingers tangle into Wilhelm's hair. He moans into the feeling, gently pushing Simon back against the shower wall. Their bodies become flush as Simon gently shifts his hips against Wilhelm's, eliciting a charge of heat that races between them. Wilhelm presses a supporting hand on the tile beside Simon's head, immediately missing how their bodies shape each other as he puts some distance between them. Simon whimpers and attempts to follow, trying to keep every inch of them touching. But Wilhelm disengages their lips, pressing his free hand to Simon's chest, silently telling him to lean back against the wall.

Wilhelm keeps his eyes locked on the boy as he drops his wet palm low, and Simon gasps. He watches closely as Simon's lips part and eyes flutter shut, caught in the pleasure of Wilhelm's hand. He smirks as the boy knocks his head back against the tile wall with a thump, moaning into the rhythm Wilhelm sets. He relishes in the soft, "yes," and "don't stop," that repeat past Simon's lips as his eyebrows knit together with pleasure.

Considering their eventful night, neither of them last long. They hold each other under the now lukewarm spay. Simon trembles into their soothing embrace as Wilhelm trails fingers down his back, chasing the droplets of water that run down the boy's skin. There's a sense of peace that echoes between them.

Eventually, they pull apart, and Wilhelm reaches around Simon, opening the shower door to grab the shampoo in his bag. He squeezes a dollop into his hand and runs his fingers through Simon's hair. The boy melts into the motion, his eyes drooping slightly, and Wilhelm chuckles to himself. He takes his time massaging Simon's scalp, the soapy suds building to the point Wilhelm has no choice but to begin washing it away. Wilhelm never realized how long Simon's hair is, with it usually being disguised by his curls. He can't help but find the wet mop of waves atop the boy's head endearing.

Wilhelm smiles softly to himself, "we should get back," he whispers through the spray of soapy water that splashes at their feet.

Simon hushes him moving his thumbs to cradle Wilhelms head behind his ears, studying the boy's face, looking deeply into his eyes. It feels wonderful. Wilhelm is determined that this must all be fake, that it's all a lie. There's no possible way someone as perfect as Simon could exist in this world.

Simon reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm, "your turn."

Wilhelm hums, relaxing into the water when Simon reaches up, dragging his fingers through the long locks of Wilhelm's hair. The gesture is soothing, so much so that Wilhelm’s knees almost buckle as he swallows a sigh. Leaning into the way Simon's fingers massage his scalp. He watches Simon the entire time, smiling at the concentration in the boy's eyes, as he tries to keep the soap from falling onto Wilhelm's forehead as he washes it away.

"You're beautiful," Wilhelm whispers, and a shy smirk creeps across Simon's lips. Wilhelm moves to capture it.

Their lips press together slowly. It's not eager or desperate like before. It's comfortable. As if kissing is something they'll always have.

Wilhelm backs off, "come on," he whispers, the water going cold as he turns the tap off. Enveloping them into the frigid air. Simon clings close, wrapping himself around Wilhelm, who giggles out of the boy's grip, shuffling out of the shower and getting them both towels. They both dry off and dress back in their sweatpants, blushing as they exchange glances. Ones that say they know each other now, parts of each other that's just for them.

Wilhelm kisses Simon briefly before they sneak back into the hall. When they reach Wilhelm's room, they both slip their pants off and slide black into the warmth of the bed, holding each other like before, without hesitation and with no intention of letting go.

[somedaytakethetime]

Fuck-Marry-Kiss please!

Schmeichel-Kjaer-Delaney (Denmark edition)

Rabiot-Pavard-Lloris (France edition)

Goretzka-Neuer-Gnabry (German edition)

:) have fun!

EDIT TO ADD: Ok, so I'm dyslexic you hopefully all know this by now and I guess bye-bye to Lloris, Manu and Thomas you'll be missed babes xD YES!! Love your way of thinking, my darling friend! <3 Oh man you picked such good ones, fuck... France edition (difficulty level: easy): fuck Benji - I have to, at least once. marry Adrien - looking at his profile every day would take my breath away. kill Lloris - I'M SORRY he suffers enough and I'm just trying to help <3

Germany edition (difficulty level: medium): fuck Leon - he's probably not that good in bed but I'd have to try it. marry Serge - picture this: that phatty in your life every day *chef's kiss*. kill Manu - everyone forgive me for what I'm going to say but I think Manu is SHIT in bed and I have no other use for him...

Danish edition (dificult level: hard): Fuck Simon - sorry, Elina, but he's too hot not to. Marry Kasper - this means I get to have him more than once and I NEED that soft tummy in my life; kill Thomas... I loathe to say this I LOVE YOU THOMAS I'M SORRY BABE

[extreme-technicality]

You read Carry On? What are your thoughts? What was your favorite part? Anyway, sorry about this, I just love your blog and I love Carry On and I'd love to hear your opinion. :)

You would Like To Hear My Thoughts??? I’m so glad you asked :DD

It’s long as shit though, so I’m gonna put it under the cut

OK SO FIRST OF ALL CAN I JUST SAY, LITERALLY THE ENTIRE PART BEFORE BAZ SHOWED UP IN PERSON I WAS ALL “fellas is it gay” AT LIKE, ALL OF SIMON’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE REGARDING BAZZY BOI AND THEN WHEN HE DID FINALLY SHOW I WAS ALL “fELLAS—” LIKE EVEN HARDER AND THEN. “I’m hopelessly in love with Simon Snow. ‘Hopelessly’ being the operative word.” NONNIE WHEN I SAY I HAD TO PHYSICALLY STOP MYSELF FROM SHRIEKING.

GOD BAZ IS SO DRAMATIC AND GAY™️, I LOVE HIM, MY SON, MY BOY, I WOULD GIVE HIM THE WORLD IF I COULD,

*clears throat* not to ramble about just one character or anything but I have a type apparently (and nobody is surprised). Also, love that Baz plays violin like me. Truly, he is a being of Class.

I also absolutely adored the tongue-in-cheek, Office-camera-stare lines that were included as, like, DIRECT digs at R*wling and Harry Potter. Like how Simon was all “nobody loves magic like me” and just about all of his interactions with the Mage and how he very much didn’t want to get tied into one family early on (no shade to the weasleys but. um.), especially if that family was Old Blood. So much of it felt like direct digs at Harry Potter and it was GLORIOUS, the PETTINESS, the sPI T E, like that’s the shit I can get behind in a book. Made me cackle whenever I saw it happen. It was also so…self aware? Way more self aware than I thought it would be, I was absolutely delighted.

I feel like I should go off about other characters now, and I will be getting more into Baz in the process, but let’s start with Simon. The Chosen One. Maybe it’s because he’s 18 (19?) when th e book starts, but he feels like a drastically different protagonist than Harry (sorry, I’ll be making a lot of references to Harry Potter cuz Carry On is a better version of Harry Potter). He’s like, very distinctly not dumb (given that he can work his way through the Records solo fairly easily and also retain and use that information), but he’s also admitted that he chooses not to think. It’s self-preservation more than anything and GOD I could write character study after character study on him (on all of them, really, and hhhhhhh I love that most of all), but I won’t subject you to the full version in this. Cliff Notes version: he’s clearly lived through some shit, knows enough not to trust the Mage fully but not enough to not turn to him at all, shows his humanity in his clumsiness and I love him. My boy. My sOn.

Penny’s up next!! GOD the love I have for my daughter Knows No Bounds. She really doesn’t have any time for bullshit, does she? Well, not any bullshit that isn’t her own. But she also knows how to set her bs aside and focus, and that’s GREAT. (Side note, I loved that Simon’s internal prejudices were addressed in how they became friends. Brought up, addressed swiftly, and promptly shot tf down. Delightful.) Penny is smart enough to figure shit out pretty quickly, but also inventive enough to try new things and fuck up in the process. She’s fierce and defensive and tHE ADDRESSING OF THE BECHDEL TEST TOWARDS THE END OF THE BOOK WILL NEVER NOT BE FUNNY TO ME, KTHNXBAI.

Agatha!! Hm. Agatha. I was prepped to dislike her purely off her name, doubly so when it was heavily implied that she was cheating on Simon with Baz. As it stands now, I don’t understand her nearly as well as I’d like to, but I support her 100%. She’s seen some fucked up shit!!! And when she saw her chance to make a choice for her, when she decided to do what she wanted, she fucking went for it. You go girl. Live your best life in California. I legitimately hope she’s doing well.

Of the main four, that brings me to Bazzy Boi. I’ve already said he’s my son, and I stand by that, cuz I have a special soft spot for assholes who are far less assholish than they appear at first glance. Doubly soft for assholes who are assholes out of a cripplingly low sense of self worth (and if they get a boost of self worth later on in their story??? FUCK YEAH). Plus he’s a musician, and sarcastic, and a Disaster Gay™️–literally me!! Except I’m less of an asshole. Unless I really know you. He’s also a mamas boy and I can’t understand that but I love and support him regardless. I also absolutely ADORE Ebb and Fiona, kthnxbai,

The plot itself was serious, but the story never took itself too seriously. I mentioned the petty digs at R*wling and the brief fourth wall break with the Bechdel test earlier, but also the way Penny was all “yeah everyone is gonna be busy for Christmas, check back in after Boxing Day” was so nice. I don’t even know really why, except maybe I do, and it’s because it shows the characters having desires and motivations outside of “accomplish this goal or It’s The End Of The World”. They’re people, not just plot vessels, and that’s so fucking refreshing to see. It was also really nice to see Simon saying no to the Mage really early on and having that stance validated and respected.

Fancy book talk aside (or as fancy as I ever get), yALL SNOWBAZ IS LITERALLY ALL MY FAVORITE SHIP DYNAMICS ROLLED INTO ONE!!?!??!?!??!! IT FELT LIKE AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO MYSELF, IT HAD THE “years of ‘uNrEqUiTeD’ pining” AND IT HAD THE “and they were roommates” AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND ACTUAL AGGRESSION MELTING INTO A MASK TO HIDE THE UST, AND THE DICHOTOMY OF A MOTHERFUCKER WHO BURNS EASILY PLUS A MOTHERFUCKER WHO BURNS SHIT EASILY, THAT WHOLE “you’re so bad for me but goddamnit I can’t help myself” SHIT, ITS SO GOOD, LIKE THATS MY FAVORITE SHIT EVER, PLUS WHEN IT ACTUALLY TURNED OUT THAT BAZ AND SIMON WERE, LIKE, ACTUALLY REALLY COMPATIBLE???? hhhhhhh yE S, GIVE ME MORE,

Anyway I love Snowbaz, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Finally, the ending. That. Ending. Though. I love that Rowell addressed how accidentally killing a dude would have possible legal consequences, and that Simon’s PTSD is addressed and he’s seeing a therapist, and basically how it shows four not-quite-adults dealing with the aftermath of some fucked-up shit happening to and around and because of them. That was so beautiful. Penny and Simon moving in together was also really nice too, especially since he and Baz are now dating and they’re gonna need some space to figure out how that new dynamic is gonna work. It was so nice to see ;w;

There’s more that I absolutely could rant about, and I definitely want to, but this response is long enough that I don’t want to make it any longer, ya feel? Yeah 

[rambleonwithrosie]

Hello my lovely thirst babies! (It's what I call my followers)

For all of you new followers hi! Welcome! Enjoy the music and stay for the cute dish that is Queen's drummer.

All you previous 200 followers know that when I hit a milestone of 50 I always do a 50 questions type thing.

This one is gonna be all Queen!

(Also thank you everybody for sending a post from 0 to 500 notes in roughly one day!)

Opinion on Freddie Mercury calling himself "Mr. Farenheit"? It's adorable and almost like a little play on words with his birth name of Farrokh

Early 80's porn star Freddie or late 80's suburban dad Freddie look? Well I guess dad Fred because I'm not a stache person and the less facial hair and the shorter the better!

Stone Cold Crazy or I'm Going Slightly Mad? Tough choice but I'm Going Slightly Mad is the one I heard first and it's one of my favorites off of Innuendo. Sheer Heart Attack would be a great album even without Stone Cold Crazy

If Freddie asked you to house sit for him would you do it? Unless the cats are somewhere else no. I'm allergic and prejudiced against cats.

Satanic Prawn Onesie from It's A Hard Life music video or Disco Ball Red Devil Romper stage costume? Anything is better than the 800 eyed abomination

Get Down Make Love or Body Language? Get Down Make Love because at least musically it has some quality even if lyrically it's utter garbage (well if you chop off the first part it's not the worst)

Freddie in I Want to Break Free video or in Radio Ga Ga? Radio Ga Ga outfits always win. Plus other than the blouse I personally wouldn't wear anything Fred has on in I Want to Break Free

Opinion of Delilah? I think even if I actually liked cats I'd still cringe at it. As it is I definitely do not enjoy it

Bohemian Rhapsody or Bicycle Race? Oooh see Bicycle Race was my fav as a kid but BoRhap is legendary... I guess Bicycle Race because nostalgia and Star Wars!

Favorite 70s Freddie outfit?

Fat Bottomed Girls or Tear It Up? Ooh. Tear It Up. It's so delightfully naughty and grinds so hard. It's my dirty jam

Brian song you would really go all-out air-guitaring to? Tie Your Mother Down

Sail Away Sweet Sister or 39? I love the nerdiness of 39. But Sail Away Sweet Sister speaks to me and the main character of the novel I'm writing a lot. So gotta be SASS

"Hammer to Fall" or "Headlong"? Hammer to Fall probably. It's such a power jam. Not that Headlong isn't. It's also less dirty and it's on one of the best Queen albums ever

Favourite Brian solo? Oooh. Probably Tie Your Mother Down (I honestly can't recall if it has a solo. I just know it slams really hard and I live for that intro)

Briana in "I Want to Break Free" or Death in "It's a Hard Life"? Aghh. I love sassy Brianna but death is the only remotely sane looking one in Its A Hard Life

Favourite Brian solo song? I don't know a lot so Driven By You I guess

If you could spend a weekend with Brian, what would you do? Take nature hikes and talk about music and C S Lewis works and play with hedgehogs if at all possible

Would you rather stargaze with Brian or study in a science library with Brian? Stargaze for sure. I love it anyways and then he'd know all this brainy stuff that might put me to sleep but would still be fascinating

Favourite photo of Brian? I want his shawl thingy. Glam bastard.

Is Deaky one thicc bih in your opinion? He is certainly the thickest member of Queen. Have you guy's seen his apple bottomed ass of perfection?

If you could redo John's hair for Radio Ga Ga how would you do it? Maybe spiky with gel or something. Anything to reduce the electrocuted squirrel look

Describe John Deacon using 5 foods? Celery. Tall and kind of forgotten but essential. Onions because he's so savage at times he could make you cry. Hazelnuts because his hair and he's earthy and complex. Cheese because you are what you eat. And cherries but the tart pie kind not the sweet ones.

Where would you take Deaky on vacation? Hmmm. Some place with not a lot of people. I feel South America somewhere. Maybe a beach or to Patagonia

Favourite Deaky song? You're My Best Friend timeless and sweet

If you could give Deaky a new nickname what would it be? Salty the Hermit Crab

Favorite Deaky facial expression? His soft blushy sort of modest smile. Especially in the 70s.

Favorite photo of Deaky?

Favourite Deaky outfit?

Favorite salty Deaky face?

Which Monty Python sketch does Roger remind you of? The Encyclopedia Salesman because he could charm his way into somebody's house and sell them anything like the time he bs-ed that he was a Hoover vacuum salesman with I want to say John

Favourite harmonising by Roger? Probably Somebody to Love. He adds so much to those harmonies. And when they do it live it's even more noticeable but in a different way

What kind of car do you think I'm In Love with My Car is about? Whatever it is I see it as red. Probably a red Ferari. Or that's what I see and I'm sure Rog wouldn't have said no to one of those

You can have Roger do one of the (metaphorical) things to you that he mentions in "I'm in Love with My Car", what do you choose? Well giving him a thrill while my radials squeal does sound pleasant 😉😍😈

Favorite Roger Taylor solo work? Original composition it's probably Let's Get Crazy off of Fun In Space but if we're counting songs he covered Racing in the Street HANDS. DOWN! It's my fav song all time now. It and Brandy by Looking Glass

If Roger was an accessory, what would he be? Sunglasses of course 😎😎😎

"Modern Times Rock and Roll" or "Loser in the End"? Modern Times Rock N Roll. That song is not long enough. I love it.

You can talk to Roger for the rest of your life or have one night of passion with him, which do you choose? This is torture... but you didn't say I couldn't make out with him @squeezemylemon so trap there. I'm gonna talk to Rog and make out with him but no night of passion sadly. I'll still be happy kissing and chatting and being friends with a side of inspecting each other's tonsils with our tongues 😉😁😂

Favourite stage outfit of Roger's?

You can have a three-way with two different Rogers... 1) Do you do it? 2) Which Rogers (photo examples are encouraged)? Not my thing but I'm such a thirsty bitch for Rog that in this case hell yes. Sign me up for this sandwich right here

Brian or Freddie singing "'39"? Brian all the way baby. He has that perfect folk singer type voice

Which songs from other bands best describes each member? Brian is Bowie's 'Space Oddity'. Freddie is Elton's 'Rocket Man'. Roger's anthem has to be 'Big Spender' even if musically the style isn't him, musically he's Dancing in the Dark by Springsteen. John is Beethoven's 5th Symphony or The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel but don't ask me why

The members of Queen as characters from the Muppets? Hmm. John is one of the salty old guys from the audience. Roger/ina is miss Piggy because he's such a diva. Bri would be Kermit for somehow patiently dealing with Piggy!Rog. And I had to Google the other Muppets and found one named Pepe the King Prawn and if that isn't Freddie Mercury I don't know what is

The members of Queen as the Avengers? Brian is Director Fury (he counts as an Avenger right?) John is The Hulk, Freddie is outrageous Iron Man of course and Roger is Hawkeye full of sass quips and sex appeal

Queen as cake flavors? Freddie is Cherry Chocolate. John is Lemon. Brian is a really dark chocolate that probably has coffee flavoring to it. Roger is strawberry.

Queen as Classic Hollywood actors? I weirdly want to say Freddie as Clark Gable but I think he's more Douglas Fairbanks. Brian is Lawrence Olivier. John is William Powell. And Roger would be James Dean (he counts right?)

FMK: Rogerina, Briana, Frederika? Fuck Rogerina obvs. Briana is a suitable housewife. And as usual poor Fred gets killed. Sorry.

Which song would you have liked to have been around the composer as they created it? Well as much as I want to say a Roger song I'd be too busy distracting him for that to work so I'm gonna say Brian writing Dragon Attack

Favorite album art/cover? The Game. 1980 Rog in leather is my sexuality. Otherwise I'd probably say Sheer Heart Attack

Who or what is the (not actual) love of each band member’s life? Freddie's was the 4000 cats. Roger's amore is cars of course. John is in a committed relationship with cheese on toast. And Brian is a slut who while he's married to Red Special he goes around having affairs with badgers and faucets/taps

Thanks again @squeezemylemon and @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar for helping with all of these questions!

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bestie, can you read context clues?

It is clear I am talking about China and Japan in the context of queer media not in the great geopolitical sense. Also how could I not know a country that shares a border with my own? (China that is. I am Indian)

Queer art = important and valued. I didn't say otherwise. I said so much of queer art, as you have coined it, is very intense, plenty with a sad ending. BLs on the other hand have had a soft story with a happy ending.

I am comparing the West vs Asian shows. The narrative, my whole life, on the internet and real life, has been the West are the forward and open ones. It's bleak to see the open ones end up dead more times than they don't. BLs have existed since the 80's. And the modern version, that Thailand is banking on around 2016 -2018. And in general they have been cute and happy. Sue me if fantasizing about a happy ending for my people is a bad thing.

You said,

first of all because BL itself isn't really about representation

Exactly. And also you are wrong. BLs have shown queer issues as long as BLs have existed. It is built into the narrative. Bad Buddy, The Eclipse, Not Me are some popular ones. BLs are less about rep and more about normalization. Queer people getting the same stories as straight people. Love Simon was hauled as a huge step for queer rep in America. It came out in 2018. Since I only know of Heartstopper, First Kill and Love, Victor who are happy. 2 of which have been cancelled. While Thailand and Japan have grown exponentially in the same time.

second of all because queer art doesn't have to be and shouldn't become palatable to the straight eye in order to be considered valuable.

Does the 'Queer Gaze' really matter when you don't get happy endings? As a queer person I'd rather watch a stupid story with mediocre acting but a happy ending than some high art piece with a sad ending.

Besides what even is the Queer Eye? I would imagine it is something that makes queer people feel seen and I, and many others feel seen in BLs. (Of course, this isn't something someone who hasn't watched more than a few BLs would understand)

As someone young I can't speak for what the queer gaze has meant to older queers. And I don't.

it's cool to find positive and "healthy" (i distrust the use of that word as well) gay content but the reply above has a very weird argument to make.

A) What weird argument? B) Plenty of BL isn't positive or healthy. There are complex characters and story. The point isn't to earn goodness, it's to earn empathy. That queer people can share the same narrative as straight people.

BL might have started at straight white women. It no longer is that. Queer people enjoy BLs. Queer people act in BLs. Queer people are behind the scenes in BLs. Isn't that what we want? It makes queer people feel comfortable. Isn't that the point?

BLs are so beautiful, so fascinating, so enduring, interesting, exciting, a proper form of media and guess what?? It's queer shows about queer people doing the craziest shit while the plot necessarily isn't all about homophobia. It's hurts to receive hate for defending the genre, people are so batshit disrespectful nowdays