#and he's not even real

[mayyourbaconburn]

Welcome home.

Just a bit of art for my Simon x Reader sequel fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/51610366/chapters/130454296

[icallhimjoey]

not really a director's cut but could you please show us your favorite little moments from your bookstore!joey?

OH MAN are you ready to fall in love ???????

here we go

from Like A Poem part 2, where he picked up a book of which he'd seen the film already the day before and came in to tell us he finished it already: It was only the next day, the third day in a row of seeing him, when he had come in just before you were about to close. You had just tipped a full mug of tea over yourself, and were using a rag to feverishly blot it out of your white top when the bell from the door had startled you. It was Joe, and he seemed in a rush. He hadn’t let go of the door-handle and just hovered in the entrance, his weight mostly on the leg that had stepped the furthest into your store. You had seen other people behind him, waiting for him out on the pavement. “You were right. It was better than the film.”

from Like A Poem part 3, where we've not seen Joe come in for a while and then he suddenly rushes in and buys a book without even checking what it is: “I’ll have this one.” Joe hadn’t even seen what he had given you and he looked at you like a giddy schoolboy. He seemed a little out of breath, not quite panting, but his breathing was loud through flared nostrils. A little confused, you took it from his hands and checked to see what it was. “Oh, um, I think you’ve bought this one already, when you-” you were cut off by Joe quickly picking up another random book. “This one, then.” His grin seemed a bit wild to you, and you saw his neck was flushed. You squinted at Joe, your brow furrowed slightly. He deserved suspicion for his actions, but you told yourself again; Joe was merely a paying customer and so you refrained yourself from questioning him and rung him up. When handing over Joe’s purchase along with his receipt, he had taken the book and had held it high above is head in his right arm like a trophy he had just won as he had walked out. 

from Like A Poem part 4, where Joe finds the store closed and finds us crying inside and recreates the first time you met: Joe knew from the moment he laid eyes on your face that it couldn’t have been just a book. Something was wrong, and every fiber in Joe’s being screamed at him to fix it. You didn’t know what to do, but when Joe nodded his head towards the door, you made your way over to unlock it. Joe was allowed in, you decided. “You’re closed.” Joe said when you opened the door for him. You nodded; glad it wasn’t a question that needed an answer from you. Joe felt his chest tighten when he heard how erratic your breathing was. “I was looking for a mensroom.” Joe reminded you of the first time he’d walked into the store months ago. You couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth a little, your eyes still wet. “We have-” your stuttered breath interrupted your speech. “We have one in the back.” You replied the way you’d done back then and stepped aside to let Joe in, locking the door back up behind him.

from Like A Poem part 5, where Joe doesn't know the best way to comfort us and offers us his hand to hold: He moved his lower arm to splay over the armrests, wrist up and palm open. You looked at it for a second, blinking tears into your eyelashes. Joe then impatiently tapped his knuckles against the leather twice as his fingers stretched out more, motioning for you to grab hold of them. And so you did. You slowly slotted your fingers together, and Joe closed his hand around yours, squeezing it tightly. It helped. Joe soothingly started rubbing his thumb slowly over yours and turned his attention back to the page he was reading. After a while, when he felt all tension had slowly faded from your hand, Joe let go of his grip to let his fingers play with yours. He traced the lines in your palm, twirled his fingertips around yours and drew lines down the lengths of them, all the way down to your wrist and back up. You let you head rest against the back of your chair and gazed at your hands slow dancing around each other. It was hypnotizing and reduced the anxiety you felt in the pit of your stomach.

from A Lot Like Love part 2, where Joe has kissed us three times: The third time Joe had kissed you was in front of Anne and a couple of browsing customers. Joe had seen an order sheet for new releases and had been really excited for a particular book he’d heard about. He had wanted to pre-order it online but had last minute decided he’d just get it from your store when you’d get it in. The day it had arrived, you had kept the copies back on purpose, and Joe had walked in and stalked his way over to the display where you’d normally put the new releases out. You’d seen him search for it, double checking for fear he had missed it by accident. But it wasn’t there. He had pouted when he couldn’t find what he was looking for, and then he’d looked at you with quizzing eyes. But you’d been ready for those eyes, leaning your elbows on the counter, holding your head up on one hand and a copy of the book he was looking for in the other. Out of pure excitement, Joe had grabbed you by the face with his elbows sticking out widely and had planted a big smacker right onto your lips with a loud comical kissing sound. They were followed by excited giddy squeals and giggles as he had launched his body at an armchair to immediately start reading.  

from A Lot Like Love part 4, where we've just seen the pic that was taken of us and Joe takes us home: And so, you’d gotten dressed, smoothed your hair and both headed out the door quietly as to not wake up Joe’s flat mate. On your way to the bus stop you had refused to hold Joe’s hand after he’d offered it to you, instead crossing your arms over your chest as you braced the cold dark of night. It’s not that you didn’t want to hold his hand, it’s that you were now too aware of possible ramifications of it all. Joe had in turn stopped a taxi and had climbed in with you, and you had wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, that taking the bus really was fine, but when you were both sat in the backseat, Joe had reached for your hand to hold and you realized that it was something Joe needed and not necessarily something he was doing for you.  

from A Lot Like Love part 4, where we fall asleep in the store and Joe tells us he loves us for the first time: You woke up a couple of hours later, aching from having been sat in the same position for too long. Joe was fast asleep, and you were sure he was actively hurting his neck the way his head was slumped to the side. But he looked so peaceful. Almost too peaceful to wake him up to drag him up the stairs and into bed with you. You used a finger to touch his face, tracing the lines of it which slowly tickled him awake. “You’re so pretty," you whispered sincerely when you saw Joe’s eyelids start to flutter, and you hoped he was awake enough to remember your words because you thought them a lot, but had not properly told Joe before and you wanted him to know. “I love you,” Joe whispered back with his eyes still closed, and your eyes widened at the shock of his confession. “No, you don’t.” you were quick to argue, your voice still a whisper. Surely Joe was still dreaming, drunk on sleep, mind still hazy and he’d mistaken the warmth he felt radiate from you for something it wasn’t. That’s what you had to chalk it up to. You love the store, you thought. You love spending time with me. But then Joe’s arms tightened around you, and he said, “Okay. Then I don’t." 

and lastly, from A Lot Like Love part 5, where Joe tells us about the first few times he knew he loved us: “I’m going to say more scary words. Embrace yourself.” Joe said with a slight smile, and it instantly released more nervous, frantic butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “The first time I loved you was when you silently placed a cup of coffee next to me. I had just started wondering if I was overstaying my welcome, and then you just gave me a hot drink.” You silently blinked at Joe. “The second time I loved you was when I was talking about you with your grandfather, and we looked at you and your mother hard a work for a little while.” As you listened to Joe, the hot chocolate inside your chest was bubbling, threatening to tip over into the rest of your body and seep out of it, into the bed. Joe wasn’t done yet, though. “The third time I loved you was when you called me Mr Quinn and gave me your phone number. I stuck that piece of paper in my wallet, and I’ve still got it in there. And the fourth time I loved you was when we had the photoshoot here and we were out front and I could see you in the breakroom, working behind your laptop and singing along to my playlist, just in your own world, undisturbed by whatever we had going on.” Joe reminisced, looking up at the ceiling as he vividly remembered the sight of you. “After that… all the times I’ve loved you sort of pile together into a big, sticky ball that bounces around my body when I look at you.”

[transhawks]

me after five minutes on tinder: yeah, no, I'm straight. Like I just barely like men. I don't find them attractive. I have to work to like men.

me seeing dabi: see this is why I keep calling myself bisexual.

[astronomical-bagel]

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[ghcstcd]

Sockeye salmon, if he was just a little buddy

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[proselles]

alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.

he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.

the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.

[nashvillethotchicken]

If we really think about it, this all started with megan dropping Hiss. Hiss was never a Nicki diss, it was a drake/those who've been capping for Mr. Peterson diss first and foremost. Nicki made it about her The only line that could have gone to nicki was the Megan's line bar and she showed her whole ass on that one, but every other bar applied to drake , who'd been dissing megan for years and going up for Tory once he found out he shot her.

Like all of these are about Drake, especially the bbl and cosplay gangster stuff. She was the first person to wack drake for his botched body and his allegiance to the corny culture vulture community. You notice how every other diss to drake has been mentioning what megan said in hiss? She really threw the first diss at drakewall like please give her her flowers

[chloesimaginationthings]

How Jeff really dies in FNAF into the pit…

[franeridart]

more dragon

[sohya]

every time my friend comments about me liking souya and how he's a minor it makes me want to rip my hair out idk

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[8-0mph]

The Dead One

[vriskarlmarx]

the thing about latinoamérica is that it's the most beautiful wonderful place on earth. there's a spinal cord of mountains running through, and at their feet you have everything from deserts to forests to jungles to glaciers. the lungs of the world are here, and so are the eyes into the sky. there are animals like axolotls and vicuñas and llamas and condors and jaguars. and the people are the most clever, the most resilient people in the world. you have cultures that are thousands of years old that have been resisting colonization for hundreds of years and in several cases successfully fighting back and even gaining territory. you have people who have lost their loved ones decades and decades ago who are still fighting for justice. you have a rich history of solidarity and struggle and you can sit with people in a circle passing a mate around and they will tell you of all the times they put everything on the line for a better world. there is an entire island that inspired revolutions around the world and that has been resisting a blockade for 60 years. there are communities building autonomous, revolutionary structures right now. and really it's not a surprise that there's so much grit and strength here because it would be inconceivable to be born and to live in this beautiful place without fighting for it.