#or tolerate it

[fu-cough]

adrien agreste + taylor swift lyrics pt. 1

- mirrorball, illicit affairs, the archer

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(idk, i just kinda think sirius would be a litttttttle bit of a prude initially)

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Just dragon girl things <3

[chronicallydragons]

anyone else ever wish they could lie down harder? Like, I'm already horizontal, but I need more horizontal. I need to be absorbed by the floor. I think that would fix me

[afloweroutofstone]

Sorry to be a le epic Reddit atheist again, but I think it is extremely bad that many of our national leaders believe that the voices inside of their heads are coming from an omnipotent supernatural being, and that this being is telling them that they’re divinely chosen to lead.

[dellerose]

oh whoops accidentally drops this and reminds everyone spamton fucking said this while we were being teased about the chapter where we meet his former "business" partner

[arckalia]

Dragonbreath Mouthwash- “All day fire fresh!”

Good for your hygiene!

[neptunym]

these two make me ill

[rooniearts]

i think silver should be a huge loser about being sick

[c-watcher]

specific era of tma where jon is surrounded by women who hate him

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"Why did I do that?"

close up

[sadist-posting]

Unfriendly reminder that Fascists can get the fuck off my blog. This includes Trump Supporters, Conservatives, Terfs, Homophobes, Transphobes, anti-feminists, "Traditionalists," and anyone who supports the actions or government of the settler colonial genocidal ethnostate currently murdering children by the thousand. Block me or I'll block you.

[canisalbus]

✦ They said you were a bright child ✦

[chell-min]

well, i just assumed...