IF. I. SPEAK.

Lord have mercy…..

My lips are sealed. I am not saying a WORDDDDD.

God I want him I mean what who said that

I lovvvee this little comic from Ryoko Kui 's Daydream Hours ♡. I would read a whole slice of life manga about Falin and Marcille's time together at the magic academy (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

I’m laughing so hard with the enemies with benefits trope, it’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.What if she gets badly hurt during a mission, and ends up unconscious for days, and Ghost stays by her side waiting for her to wake up and when she does, instead of a heartwarming conversation they instantly start to insult each other

The amount of time it took for them to stabilize her had been... long.

Too long.

So long, in fact that they'd had to resuscitate her twice during transport and somewhere in between their (inadequate, by his standards) attempts at life-saving measures and him taking over compressions (he'd bullied his way onto the carrier, of course, much to the displeasure of the rest of the medical flight personnel and was the only one willing to continue even after they'd seriously considered calling the time of death), there was a brief moment where he'd really thought she wasn't going to make it. And for exactly 34 minutes, he'd kept thinking to himself what a goddamn shame it'd be to lose her (not for himself, but for the 1-4-1, the good of the team, obviously). Except then they'd found her pulse again, faint and barely hanging on just under skin, albeit still there – thank-fucking-Jesus – and Simon had finally allowed himself to let out a sigh of breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding the entire time.

It's been about 72 hours since she was initially transferred to the trauma center by helo (or 71 hours and 53 minutes if he wants to get really technical, not that he’s keeping track). This surly, hulking beast of a man managed to fold himself into that tiny hospital chair – has a damn crick in his neck now, stiffness in his muscles from that pathetic excuse of a recliner. And he's had to camp out as a sniper for lengthy intervals before, slept on the ground or up against a fucking tree depending on the situation without complaint, so this should be any different, but he's had to shift positions frequently just to take the edge off because it's bothering him that much; Christ, the things he does for her.

And after waiting all this damn time, he's finally rewarded with some evidence of actual consciousness – the too-thin, threadbare hospital sheets stirring with movement out of the corner of his eye. Simon rises from his seat, completely neglecting his lunch (hadn't even really been able to eat properly until recently, because his appetite was pretty much shite after the whole cardiac arrest thing) and strides over to check on whether or not she's waking up.

She blinks, groggily, eyes adjusting to her surroundings and trying to place where exactly she is before a shadow passes over her line of vision and blocks the annoying fluorescent lights. It’s – oh.

Simon's face comes into view, peering down at her with an expression that she doesn’t quite recognize. This one’s new; she doesn’t have a name for it, but if she were to hazard a guess, it seems an awful lot like concern – or at least his version of whatever that may be. She watches him quietly. Her gaze isn’t as disoriented anymore and she tracks his hand, the way it comes up to cup her jaw, warm palm sliding over her skin in an invitation to lean into his touch.

“Really glad you woke up,” he murmurs, low but still loud enough to be heard over the rhythmic beeping of the bedside monitor. And Simon, being Simon, doesn't forget to add, “There's so many reports I've been waiting for you to sign off on.”

She closes her eyes with a small smile gracing her lips. Her voice is rough from disuse, but the sarcasm behind it is a familiar sound. “Wish I'd been out for longer. Was nice not having you nag my ear off – best damn sleep I've gotten in ages, y'know.”

I want a Timkon ex-boyfriends AU in which they mutually broke up because their hero jobs always came as a priority, and they slowly but steadily neglected their love.

However, they also mutually didn't move on from their break-up. It occurred that, just a few months after they fell apart, they inevitably gravitated towards each other and tumbled into bed again. From then on, they decided that, well, they could be friends with benefits. There would be no commitment and responsibilities as it would if they dated, but they could still hold each other like they both craved. Tim could get railed through the mattress like there was no tomorrow just like he loves to, and Kon could go back to his favorite sport of ruining Tim until he couldn't even think.

They just didn't expect they would also be mutually pining for each other during the afterward cuddles.

So what I'm saying is: timkon agreeing to be fuckbuddies because they desperately want to be together but are too scared of losing each other if they date and it goes wrong, only for both of them to grow even more miserable because they can still fuck but can't go back to loving each other :(

should I like,,, post dilf today or tomorrow– 🤔😮‍💨

QUINCY!!! LOVES!!!! KISSES!!!!!!!!!

new tag game !!

show me your phone theme – includes: your lockscreen and pages of your home screen (or your favourite sections of your home screen)

i love all the widgets 🤭 they’re such a vibe ugh — my baby abel will forever be my theme for my phone fr

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happy thursday. almost the weekend wooooooo.

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Staci makes worst post ever, asked to leave her own discord server

day 4: with a pet

its a dove. birb. whoa my hand actually hurts tf..

petition for all black writers to turn off anon !!

Rewatching Uprising from the start yet yet YET again... because now I've opened the floodgates, my Tron-hunger CANNOT be sated lol

& ok for my mates who are less familiar with the franchise, lemme just say two things:

Beck is a BEAUTIFUL wonderful idiot baby boy & I do not talk enough about how much I love this absolute inspiration of a disaster hero♡

& also Tron in Rinzler suit really has always made me go fucking bonkers as gOD DAMN hell I SWEAR I will go RABID HOLY FUCK ALMIGHTYYYYYYYYY

There is absolutely no way at all I can be normal about either of them, you MUST understand that♡

Clueless Idiot Jr & Jerk Idiot Sr I love you both so muchhhhhhhh uwu♡♡♡

limbus mystery canto where dante says jeepers atleast once

Are you a monster fucker?

The Doll in their full form!

Doll lore under the cut!

The Doll is a scrapped version of the Puppet that was meant to be at another location in the past, but was revamped for the Pizza Plex. Doll is Security Protocol, hanging around anyone with enough money to afford them.

Pretty much, if The Doll is with a patron, they get vip treatment, regardless of what is being asked. Basically a (literal) glowing sign that screams 'Hey! Pay attention to this one!' to all the other workers, and eventually patrons who catch on too.

They spend most of their time simply roaming the Plex, and they're one of the few bots that can leave the main complex, as they patrol the parking lot sometimes too.

They can glow from all of their stripes, but usually they stick to the green/yellow on their arms and legs since it drives attention from their face. They're not quite *shy* but they get anxiety after-hours. They tend to disappear to an isolated space, and Moon takes over their nightshift protocols every once in a while.

They actually tend to end up in the Daycare or West Arcade when they don't have to escort, since their favorite thing is to play with kids. They love helping them, and it's a habit of them to stop by and greet Sun/Moon/DJMM when they get a free moment.

If they were in SB they'd absolutely have Music Box mechanics like their predecessors, but I like to think it'd be that the Main Stage has music going on, and it messes with the Doll's recognition features. Only when it turns off does The Doll start hunting.

For an extra thing, they'd either give Freddy a *Speed* upgrade, gaining rollerskates (The Doll would get obliterated by an Endo if you lead it downstairs) or they'd become a companion (if you find the Security Bracelet in the front entrance) and they'd fend off Moon and/or Vanny.