#when x said

[cowboylikesubai]

when richard siken wrote "sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them" and ocean vuong wrote "i miss you more than i remember you" and taylor swift said "and i wake with your memory over me" and emily palermo wrote "i wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it" and florence + the machine said "i love you so much i'm going to let you kill me" and robert desnos wrote "i have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real" and franz kafka wrote "i can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time" and mitski said "all I need darlin' is a life in your shape" and and and

[yourtoughtlessheart]

when coco mellors wrote “everyone i know is either more successful or more interesting than me” and taylor swift said “i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser” and meg mason wrote “the idea that you might be ordinary is unbearable” and rilke “this heavy humanness” and

[mehreenkhan]

when Nasir Kazmi said “din bhar to mein duniya ke dhandon mein khoya raha/ jab divaron se dhup dhali tum yaad aae” and when Parveen Shakir said “ishq ne seekh hi li waqt ki taqseem ke ab/wo mujhe yaad to ata hai magar kaam ke baad”

[raspberrysgod]

Thinking about how Dostoyevsky wrote "I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself?"

and Ishikawa Takuboku wrote "just for once I want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow"

and Warsan Shire wrote "mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. sometimes the men - they come with keys, and sometimes, the men - they come with hammers?"

[cowboyfiles]

When Taylor Swift wrote “what’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?” and when Phoebe Bridgers said “I don’t think I love you anymore, that goldmine changed you” and when Miranda Priestly said “you chose to get ahead; you want this life, those choices are necessary; everybody wants to be us.” and when Joni Mitchell sang “a woman must have everything” and when Lou May Alcott wrote “talent isn’t genius; and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.”

[monalisa-overdrivx]

 when courtney love said “go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to” and when garbage said “bend me, break me anyway you need me all I want is you” and when lana del rey said “if he's as bad as they say then i guess im cursed” and when jun togawa said “kiss me as if you're punching me, until my lips bleed” and when mitski said “you can lean on my arm as you break my heart” and sylvia plath said “i desire the things that will destroy me in the end” and when jesse jo stark said “it's a sick attraction and I'm never gonna get enough” and when david bowie said “she’s uncertain if she likes him, but she knows she really loves him” and when pj harvey said “limp this love around” and when chris isaak said “what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you” and when the smiths said “jury, you heard every word, but before you decide would you look into those motherly eyes ”

[northjupiter]

you know when fiona apple said, “i’m a tulip in a cup — i stand no chance of growing up.” Yeah.

[heavenbarnes]

I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

[cowboylikesubai]

when clementine von radics wrote "i am afraid i will spend entire years trying not to need you" and jamie anderson wrote "grief is just love with no place to go" and megan devine said "some things cannot be fixed. they can only be carried" and fitzgerald wrote "i used to build dreams about you" and taylor swift sang "now that i know, i wish you left me wondering" and bon iver sang "i have buried you in every place i've been" and june gehringer wrote "the worst thing about love is i remember it" and and and

[yourtoughtlessheart]

gail honeyman was so right when she wrote “I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I’m not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination.”

[mehreenkhan]

When Wasi Shah said “Usay hum yaad atay hain faqat fursat ke lamhon mein, magar ye baat bhi sach hai usay fursat nahi milti”

When *unknown* wrote “Hum tasleem karte hain humain fursat nahi milti, magar jab yaad karte hain to zamana bhool jate hain”

And when *unknown* said “Zamana bhool jate hain teri ek deed ki khatir, khayalon se nikalte hain to sadian beet jati hain”

And then Saghir Siddique wrote “Sadian beet jati hain khayalon se nikalne main, magar jab yaad ati hai to ankhen bheeg jati hain”

Does anyone know who wrote those lines?

[raspberrysgod]

gregory alan lsakov wrote “ churches and trains they all look the same to me now they shoot you some place while we ache to come home somehow” …. yeah

[cainternn]

more deadpool and wolverine thoughts

[anbaisai]

Boop!

(Part 2)

[tojisun]

!! smut - minors dni; this is fuckin nastyy so look away or smthn; breeding kink :’3

mmm but simon not realizing he has breeding kink until someone brings it up

they’re out in a bar, chatting quietly even amidst the sheer volume of the weekend crowd, before johnny snorts and bumps his shoulders to simon’s in a teasing manner.

“especially LT,” johnny says, scottish accent even thicker now that he’s intoxicated. “he probably can’t wait to see his bonnie lass swollen with his kids. would probably retire jus’ for the very reason of makin’ her a momma.”

john snorts at johnny’s slurred words while kyle chokes on his drink, coughing quietly, almost politely, until john takes pity on the kid and smacks his back with measured thumps. johnny laughs, loud guffaws blending well with the buzz in the bar, but it’s not like simon noticed.

how could he focus when his mind’s feeding him images of the way you’d look heavy with a babe? or how he’d make it so that you are?

the way he’d fuck you until it takes; your pussy leaking and gaping and full of his cum. the way he’d keep you on his bed for hours, make a routine out of it until he’s repeating it for many days because he wouldn’t risk the chances. then, he can’t stop thinking about the way your body would change, building fat to cushion your belly, your sharp edges turning into soft and pudgy corners. the way you’d be so sensitive, so dependent on him.

fuck.

simon gets yanked back into the reality when he hears john chuckle, low rumbles of disbelief spilling from the puffs of his laughter. simon’s eyes flick up towards his captain and all john does is give him a pointed stare, his eyes crinkled in a surprised delight, before the older man tips his drink into his lips and finishes his bourbon.

simon’s fist closes around his glass of whiskey, and he tries his best to ignore the growing tightness of his jeans.

he can’t wait to file for a vacation leave.

[wispscribbles]

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