#moving tip

[chey-fey-ma]

Hey guys important adult tip:

If you live in an apartment and want to move furniture; measure the elevator BEFORE trying to bring that oversized couch in there. If you think you can eyeball it, you can’t.

[movingtipstricks]

What To Expect When Hiring Movers

Certainly hiring professional movers will make of your move a stress-free experience…all you’ve got to do is make sure to hire the right local moving company and this means identifying and staying away from brokers. Understanding what to expect from professional movers is what this blog is all about and it’s just a 2-minute read! It’s not always easy to spot brokers…in the end, they are masters at portraying themselves as local movers, and on that note, here’s what you can expect when hiring a reputable moving company.

[starhoodies]

Requited.

[reality-detective]

Remember this if it happens to you or you may be in a position to help someone else 🤔

[reunitedinterlude]

the cake scene saga

[luciasatalina]

I tried procreate!!! Very nice to sketch in

[st-hedge]

Puts Elden bling doodles into ur hand

[kaybeemes]

a coffee shop au a friend and i came up with

[foldingfittedsheets]

No pressure, but if you’ve asked a bed question, or enjoyed my expertise on the subject of sex toys, or laughed at any of my silly stories, you could always drop me a tip on Ko-fi or Venmo if you felt so moved!

[saintstars]

get you a husband older than existence who still looks at you like you're the best part of it

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[gomzdrawfr]

"Don't cry."

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

trigger warnings: angst, childhood abuse (referenced + mentioned), canon-typical violence (referenced)

notes: this is an x reader fic, also apologies for the grammar and errors if any

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“Don’t cry.”

His voice was hollow, rough, forced out before the words had a chance to settle.

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

It wasn’t gentle, nor a plea. It wasn’t meant for comfort or to keep you from falling apart. It was rough, low, and scratched at your ears in a way that made it hard to bear.

It felt more like an order, one you weren’t sure was meant for you or for himself.

“Just… don’t.” He repeated, the words more for himself than for you. Something swirled in his eyes behind the mask, a faint glint catching the light, like shattered glass.

“Simon,” you whispered, voice cracking, but he cut you off with a sharp edge, ending the conversation before it even began.

You thought it was because of the life he led—the danger and discipline that flowed through his blood. You thought he was telling you not to cry because he needed you to be strong. After all, he was a soldier—a man who had seen more violence, death, and despair than you could ever imagine. You assumed he couldn’t stand to see weakness, the vulnerability that came with it.

But there was more.

There was always more with him.

You didn’t know what those words really meant to him, how deep they ran, how they had been carved into his very bones, how they play on repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape on those colder nights.

You didn’t know that those two words were all he had ever heard growing up, the only comfort he could muster when his mum sobbed after another bad night, when Tommy curled up in the corner of the kitchen, scared and bruised, whispering into the dark.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He had felt helpless as a boy, kneeling before his family, wanting more than anything to do something—anything—but lacking the strength or power to act. He couldn’t make the pain go away. He couldn’t make the tears disappear.

Hearing those heart-wrenching sobs, those sniffles, those whimpers—it made him feel like that little boy again: lost, powerless, useless.

But the tears always came, and they never fixed anything. Crying didn’t make the bruises disappear. It didn’t quiet the screams. It didn’t make the shouting stop. All it did was twist his stomach inside out, wring his heart until he didn’t even recognize it anymore, and made his breathing all the more suffocating, like he was drowning in someone else’s grief.

It made him feel small.

Seeing those same tears in your eyes brought him back to that place. And he didn’t know how to deal with it. How to make it better.

He hated it. He hated feeling like that small boy again, hopeless, like he was failing all over.

Because Simon loves you, he truly does, more than himself, and yet he can’t bring himself to face you in these moments. 

Turning his back away from you, his head dipped lower, as if he were willing himself out of the memory that bubbled up, out of the pain that no amount of time or distance could dull.

Tears didn’t fix the past. They didn’t heal the scars that had been left on his soul.

“Simon-”

“Don’t cry… please.”

When he turned away, when he avoided your tears, when he grew distant whenever you broke down in front of him—it wasn’t because he didn’t care.

He just didn’t know how to handle it.

[scoriarose]

She came up with a new activity

[knific]

trophy the flying buddy

[positivelypositive]

🍄

'keep going'...

...does not mean that you cannot rest.

it means that even in the face of difficulties, giving up is not the answer. rest if you must, and then pick yourself up and keep going.

you have the strength in you. keep going ✨

[crymeariveronceagain]

hey i don't know what writer needs to hear this today but you can have characters in your work who exist only to move the plot forward. you can create an oc for a fanfic who exists to ask a question at the right time and is never seen again. you can create a novel and have random characters that exist to move the story. characters are elements of narrative. not every single one has to have a whole backstory and a life fleshed out. sometimes they can just be there for a scene and then never be involved again. isn't that how life works? don't we meet people and then they vanish? aren't our lives simply moments spent to drive forward the plots of others? your character can be pointless. you character can exist in a moment. your character can take up space. your character can exist, even if you don't know their birthday and their mother's favorite song.

characters are not people. you do not have to make them into people unless you want to. you owe them nothing. use characters however you want in your story. develop them as is relevant. otherwise, it literally does not matter.

[trekkerac]

i got cycling for my legs and i got climbing for all over, now i just need a third physical activity for my weak noodle arms, which might just fall off