#this is the whole shebang

[sandmonopoly]

on the life series, loops, and love @/thirdtimed // on loving, forugh farrokhzad // x // @/sodiumfreak // the only thing, sufjan stevens // @/imwiremother // gaby dunn // dogfish, mary oliver

[d-emeter]

Simon Riley who loves to watch you shower (though not in the way you think). — plus-size!fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

CW: plus-sized reader but can be read as body neutral, non-sexual nudity, simon being smitten

You're not sure when it became a habit, but you remember the first time it happened. You had announced you were going to take a shower, and Simon had sprung up, asking if he could quickly brush his teeth before you went in there. You snorted a little at that, telling him he could do it while you were showering — he'd seen you naked plenty of times before, you didn't even think twice about it. And always one to follow an order, he did as he was told.

It took you a second to notice how he had stilled his movements, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth and his eyes focused on you through the mirror as it slowly fogged up.

"Something wrong, Si?"

"N'thin, baby, jus' do y'r thing."

It became almost ritual not long after that. If Simon spotted you with a fresh set of clothes in your arms, he padded over to the bathroom behind you, not a word exchanged. He'd sit on the closed toilet seat, insisting you left the shower door open.

"Si, the whole bathroom's gonna get wet..."

"Don't matter. I'll dry it after."

And then he just... watches. In complete silence, he just gazes at you. Watching how you wash your hair (doing it twice, because someone on social media told you it was better for your hair), inhaling deeply as the scent of your shampoo fills the air. He watches how you work the conditioner in, letting it sit while you continue with the next step of your routine. He watches you scrub away with a washcloth, suds covering your skin before rinsing it all off under the hot water. He particularly enjoys what you call your 'everything showers'. If you're in the mood to shave, he wants you to put your foot up on the toilet seat, right between his thighs — he'll handle the hard to see parts, lovie, don't worry about it. He's a little confused about the concept of scrub, but you have no problem babbling an explanation as you rub it all over your body (you find a whole array of newly acquired shower products the day after — scrubs included). He's still watching when you get out, how you dab yourself dry instead of rubbing, almost hypnotized as you smear serum after serum and layer cream after cream on your face and body.

"No fuckin' wonder your skin is so soft- Y'got a whole apothecary in here."

"What, you think this happens naturally?"

—

The first time he actually joins you, he doesn't really know how to get the question out. It's a day and a half after he came back from deployment, and as much as you would have loved to smother him in affection, you knew he needed time. Time to ground himself, to stop seeing the blood on his hands even after scrubbing them raw, to go from being Ghost to being Simon. He's been holed up in the bedroom since he came home, and only moves to leave once he hears the bathroom door open. You only smile at him when he appears in the doorway, assuming he'd take his usual seat. He doesn't. Instead, he's gesturing awkwardly to the shower. You know what he means.

"Can I- D'you mind if-"

"Of course you can, Si."

You're gentle with him; coaxing him out of his clothes and mask, turning the shower on and letting it get to temperature before guiding him in with you. He's stiff as a board still, but you see the small exhale at the hot water hitting his skin. You reach for his shampoo (the one you picked out for him — you nearly broke up with him when you first saw the single 5-in-1 bottle he had in his bathroom), but he's faster, grabbing your own and handing it to you, and you know what he wants. You don't say a word as you squeeze some onto your palm, and go to reach up when you realize-

"Simon, baby, could you bend down a little? I can't reach..."

He's on his knees before you know it. His eyes close when your hands start working through his hair — it's longer than when he left. His hands find their way to your thighs. You know he doesn't need it for balance. His forehead rests against the pudge of your stomach as you rinse him out. You can still see the remnants of his eyeblack when you tilt his head up.

You take him through your whole routine. He lets you wash him before you take care of yourself — he just watches, like second nature.

You know you have your Simon back once you turn the water off.

[shaadowmilkcookie]

attempt 2 at getting a goody little two-shoes to chop down that fucking tree that i hate

[teethburied]

1.01 "The Long Bright Dark"

[mybloodyvampire]

Lol Buffy and Spike in Something Blue are really embarrassing before the spell? I'm dying for a good SLAY, you haven't got the STONES, oh I've got soooo many grrr etc, there is NO need to practically graze mortal enemy's face when making empty threats. They are lucky the spell kicked in just about then because they were about to start making out right there and then they would have been VERY VERY embarrassed

[shepherds-of-haven]

wish it was cool and acceptable to write fanfiction of your own work, especially before the original work is actually done 😂

[the-nothing-maker]

mélisande gives me gender envy

Honestly, same

[olrinarts]

hi I made a playlist for this silly AU and also put way, *way* too much effort into the cover

have a giant cat lesbian and her roller derby aesthetic vessel (full image below)

[athanza]

Me: "I have enough monsters and old men to thirst over."

Fallout:

Me: 👀

[kmpshitposter]

anxiety hangover

[lambouillet]

Narindersona, Lambsona and the land of dreams and the sleeping

[raichoose]

Ask my muse questions about their family. Parents, siblings, grandparents, children, grandchildren, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, cousins, members of a found family ...

Don't hold back!

(Remember to specify for multimuse blogs.)

[mrsoharaa]

thought of sitting down on your couch and watching a completely unrealistic "reality" love drama show with SatoSugu, both of their arms lounged comfortably behind you along the back of the cushioned furniture. you retort cunning, brash criticism from time to time with each passing scene/episode whenever something goes haywire, about how the men are repulsive and unloyal as fuck, all while Satoru leans in close to you and completely agrees with you, theatrics and all.

"That was so fucking disgraceful, what a asshole! she definitely didn't deserve that"

"Ughhhh, I know right?! he should've just came out and tell her to her face instead of pulling that shady shit! god, men ain't shit!"

and poor Suguru just glances back and forth between the two of you, enjoying the boisterous, distasteful remarks about the cheating partners in the current show you all were watching. he thinks it's silly and ridiculous, but he truly admires the full hearted admiration and passion that dwells in yours and Satoru's tone. the pure thrill and enticement in the both of your eyes filling his heart with so much love and adoration. he absolutely loves his silly, dramatic partners 💗

[zombie-bait]

God, didn't even consider how funny amc Daniel and Armand going to Lestat's concert would be once we make our way to QotD territory. Someone brought their grandpa to the MCR concert again and for some reason he knows the lead singer intimately

[amorisrat]

Nerevar and Vehk

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Cullen Row and the Mystery of the Cute Boy (dp x dc)

Cullen pulled down his hoodie further as he turned away from the store window's reflection. His cheekbone was turning a sickly sort of yellow-green, which Cullen knew meant it was healing, but he really hated having to see every time he looked at his reflection. It was just another reminder of that night.

With a sigh, Cullen put his hands further into his pockets and started walking down the streets. He had gone out mostly to show Harper he wasn't affected by what had happened the night of the Gala, though that would be a lie. Knowing the assholes had been scared shitless by Batman did not translate into himself no longer being afraid, unfortunately.

Cullen took a careful breath and let it out. He'd told Harper he was getting the eggs they were missing and that was what he was going to do. There was nothing to be afraid of really.

Something rammed into him, and Cullen let out a breathless gasp of pain as he was sent to the floor, the asphalt digging into his back. A male voice groaned a bit after, and Cullen tried to blink away the stars in his vision.

"Oh my god!" The voice said again and Cullen could hear rustling from what he assumed was the guy getting up. "I'm so sorry!"

Cullen was still doing his best trying to shake away the dizziness when an outstretched hand entered his field of vision. He looked up to find himself looking into the biggest, bluest, most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, framed by shiny black locks that fell around the boy's face.

Cullen blinked again, half-sure the cute boy was a hallucination, but nope, he was still looking at Cullen with a (cute) worried frown. Cullen could practically see the Bishie Sparkles around his face.

What in the anime bullshit was this.