Heh

made by yours (un)truly

lowkey surprised more people in the last of us haven’t started wielding swords or axes. wearing chain mail / leather to prevent bites from piercing the skin. carrying torches (bc fire is one of the infected’s weakness). medieval baddies would have ate the cordyceps right up

I wanted to propose some rebrands in honor of HBO Max becoming “Max”

Please consider these very serious proposals

simon riley's the man to tease you, calling you silly names that are so loving and adoring, an inside joke between the two of you.

perhaps he'll call you sugar because of that time you spilt sugar all over the ground, desperately trying to clean it all up without him knowing because you thought he'd think you were stupid...

although, simon just shook his head chucking and vacuumed it up instead, watching you pick up every grain of sugar was making him die on the insides.

hehe i just woke up look at him

I will forever love the idea of them being nerd ass boyfriends

Also, a little edit of errors reference which I did while listening to this Metaroom song:

HE’S AN ANGEL TO ME DAMMIT!!

Another day another shitghost—- just let Primo nap pls

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i wish i was a little bit smaller

wish i was a crawler

wish i had a pillbug girlfriend (i would call her)

I think you guys would appreciate this too

This is Billy trying to practice being Ghostface with Stu but you know how that goes.

imagine if luffy didn't convince zoro to join him at shell town. I fear he would have resorted to wooing him with dead/dying nasty pirates as courting gifts. 'look this guys worth 17 million. u could buy a REALLY cool sword w that. are you ready to join me yet?' (zoro unofficially joined weeks ago / has been living on the going merry but is waiting to see how far this will go)

“Some people freak out about the age difference…they think, ‘What’s this 70 year old man doing with a guy seven times his age?’ You know, I don’t care!”

quiet mornings with simon riley.

tracing over simon's scars in the early hours of the morning, the peaceful and comfortable silence as you lay with your head on his chest, a large arm wrapped around your waist. his heart thumps against your head; pitter, patter, similar to the rain hitting against the glass window, the sun hiding behind the foggy clouds.

the rain smacks against the glass, closing your eyes softly as simon runs his fingertips up and down your back in a soothing manner, his touch is full of affection and care, tender movements warming your heart. simon is relaxed; calm and at ease, smiling as he gazes down at your figure rested against him.

you trace shapes onto his skin, finding yoursel growing more hazy as he continues, his hands finding themselves in your hair, playing with it gently. his touch is like porcelain; fragile like glass, careful with care. you're both worry free as the birds chirp outside your window, singing in harmony as they do their wake-up call, yet the comfort of the sheets and his touch is enough for you to ignore the awakening calls and fall back asleep against simon.

your eyes begin to flutter closed, shutting 'til your breaths become shallow and quiet, you felt yourself slipping into a sleep, a whisper enough to paint a smile on your gorgeous face, that voice, that accent, simon. “i love you so much, baby.” he muttered out, quiet as a mouse, no more than a whisper. simon's breathing becomes softer, his snores forming a rhythm as he found himself snuggled with you.

“i love you too, simon.” a moment you'd wish to remember 'til the day you die, hopefully hand in hand with your lover, simon riley; the already dead man.