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picky eater foap

saw an insta reel

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Nah cause I sold this cool fishing table or something, idk someone gave it to me and it was new and I don't go fishing so 🤷🏻‍♀️, and the guy that came to pick it up was screaming John Price, blue eyes, beard and everything, ex military, said he served in Iraq or Afghanistan? I don't remember, I was too busy checking him out and day dreaming the whole elevator ride 😭

Anyway, he was on time, very polite, and he paid what I was asking for without a fuss. What a gentleman, I gave him 5 stars.

I hope he didn't think I was a creep because I swear I'm not, I was just admiring, but I'm not gonna lie if I was a creep I would've probably asked him if he wanted to exchange the fishing thing for a shag in the storage unit, I have a brand new mattress there I haven't sold.

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Today is Kyojuro's birthday!🎉🥳

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Me and my husband Simon Riley in an alternate universe, he has to go on a crusade to kill a dragon ☹️

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✨ boyfriends ✨

He's about to rain down a million smooches

Thank you so much to @tacticallyunsoundjohnnyboy for commissioning me to draw my favourite husbands 🫶

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Omg! I love this!!😂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Umm, okay. Kind of a fucked up thought but I’m thinking about Simon’s 6’4” ass using public transit when it’s packed. Sits next to a bird, he’s trying to relax so he doesn’t have any ill intentions. Manspreads because otherwise he’s gonna trip people up. But the bird next to him? You’re not having any of it. Put your hand on his thigh, and his face goes pale under the mask. Looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh, what, is this making you uncomfortable?” in the most patronising voice possible.

Simon immediately goes into a silent crisis. Heart rate spikes like he’s under sniper fire. His brain is throwing up red alerts, but his body? Frozen. His training doesn’t cover this. Not the warmth of your palm seeping into his thigh, not the casual dominance of your tone, and certainly not the way you look at him like you know exactly what you’re doing. He doesn't know if you’re flirting, humiliating him, asserting dominance, or all three, and that’s exactly what fries his system. There’s a perverse part of him that likes being caught off guard like this, being rendered speechless by someone who doesn't fear him.

And maybe he hasn’t answered for a minute, so you prod further. “Well?” You could be asking him anything, really: is he gonna move, is he gonna stop you, is he gonna be a good boy. And your hand moves higher instinctually. He tenses, alarm bells blaring in his head.

Then—he speaks. “Wha— I, uh, I don’t, uh—”

He fucking stutters. Simon “Ghost” Riley—ghost story of the battlefield, monster in black, legend with a thousand confirmed kills—stutters like a schoolboy caught looking at porn in the library. All because a bird decided to have a little fun with him on the tram.

And as though that wasn’t enough, his dick decides to add insult to injury. Saw danger, and said, “Cool. Time to stand at attention.” He doesn’t know whether to adjust his pants or propose.

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Aw! ☹️

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Gotta be more specific next time 🥲

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Well, I will now 🫠

You ever think abt Ghost casually adjusting his dick in his jeans bc I do

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So hot! 🥵

LTs HELPING HAND

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I'm running in circles, pulling my hair and shrieking. I haven't even watched House of the Dragon 😅

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Just finished today's episode of the last of us, I just want to say, Pedrito my love! 😭

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Spent the day at the beach, made barbecue and everything and then we went to the water and the stinkiest coconut washed ashore, I kid you not, that thing smelled like shit, I couldn't stop gagging, I felt like I had that smell impregnated in my skin. People looked at me like I had shit myself and the ride back home was awful, the whole car smelled. I showered and I scrubbed, scrubbed myself, I smell better and I feel much better too.

Is this how God punished me for my sins? By ruining what had been a perfect day by tossing a rotten coconut my way? Forgive me God, but you made me this way! 😭

Anyway I hope y'all had a nice day!🫶🏻 Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Aw! 🥹

Whenever Simon gets sick or injured, it's a canon event. For Beanie, that is.

'Cause Princess Daddy isn't supposed to get sick. Or get booboos. Ever. So when he does, not only is the whole world ending, but Queen Beanie is also thoroughly disappointed in her beloved papa.

Of course, you've told her countless times and in so many words that Daddy will be fine. No, he's not gonna die, and sure thing, she can sleep in his spot in the bed if he does, but it's not gonna happen. Regardless, your baby has a mind of her own and lets her imagination run wild, but if there's one thing you know your daughter will do well, though, it's help take care of her daddy.

"Doctor Queen Beanie reporting for duty!"

And even though he feels like shit, Simon can't help but be fall in love all over again with his little girl. She's there with you every step of the way, helping whenever she can, keeping him company, covering him in bandaids (pink might as well be his favorite bloody color at this point), feeding him even though he doesn't really need the help ("No tactical treats 'til you're all better, daddy!"), kissing his forehead because she believes they'll heal all the booboos (and because she watched too much Sleeping Beauty and Snow White), and just... being there. Just being Beanie and reminding him every day of his blessings in you two.

You can't help but be proud of your little girl.

Especially when she tells Simon that if this happens again, it's off to the timeout corner for him. You laugh, and Simon rolls his eyes.

"Won't happen again, sweetheart."

Atta girl, Beanie.