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[bi-writes]

hello 🐝!! hope ur doing well, luv!

was thinking about bff!roommate!simon loving readers food. the reader starts baking and cooking for fun and uses simon as a test subject to rate the food LOL. reader's food slowly becoming one of his comfort things and maybe him risking cooking for/with them

just pureeee fluff!!

had this idea while looking at my burnt brownies LMFAO

wish ya the best ⚡

this is so sweet. this came out much angst-ier than i intended lol.

more bff!roommate!simon (part 7/?)

cw: mature language and content, suggestive language and content, simon is big 👁️👁️, the mask doesn't come off, aNgSt and LoNgInG

it's one of the first dinners that simon spends with you in your new apartment. he has never lived in a home that he didn't hate coming back to.

when he was a child, he feared his father. when he was an adult, he feared the loneliness and the quiet; it left room for the thoughts in his head to manifest and grow claws. but now, he found himself in the back of a car after deployment without dread in his chest.

when he steps into the foyer, the apartment is warm. there is no dust on the forgotten, bare counters. there is no screaming, no crying, no hushed voices and angry eyes. there is a warm yellow glow throughout the apartment; the lights you have put up since he left cast such a comforting shadow across the inviting furniture, the pictures you've hung on the wall are happy, the books you've put away and the candles you've lit are familiar.

and there's a smell. something smells so good. he closes the door behind him and locks it, setting his bag down. he follows the sounds coming from the kitchen. there's the sound of something simmering, cutlery hitting a wooden cutting board.

when he emerges into the kitchen, something in his chest constricts. you've got your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrate on peeling some potatoes, trying to be careful not to nick the tip of your finger. there's a pot on the stove, a low fire lit as something cooks. there's more candles, a glass of wine there, a neat mess of vegetable scraps and ingredients.

he doesn't know what to call it; the taste of the word in his mouth sounds something like home.

"simon!"

and there's your smile. a bright, shimmering thing that comes over your face, relief in those gorgeous eyes and glossiness in your gaze as you hold back the excited tears you're overwhelmed with. you drop the knife you were using, hurrying around the counter to greet him, and simon grunts as your arms fling around his neck, bringing him down to your level as you hug him tight. there it is again--something tight and mean in his chest, something that feels good but something he can't say out loud.

"y-you're home--" you pull back gently. "you're back."

you smile, and simon catches the tear that escapes before it can run down your cheek.

"w-welcome home," you whisper, and you mean it, and his breath is stuck in his throat because something was waiting for him here, and it is you, and you are perfect.

"'ello, luv," he murmurs. "somethin' smells nice."

"yeah, i--" you sniffle, taking his arm and bringing him into the kitchen. simon is still fully dressed in his gear, sturdy jeans with holsters fastened around his thighs, a thick belt, a tactical vest tight around his broad torso. you pick up a tasting spoon, dipping it into the stew and holding it up to him. "tell me how it tastes. i'm...trying something new."

simon meets your eyes from under the mask before he lifts up the fabric slightly. you don't pay attention to the corrugated skin you see, the discoloration; you just smile and feed him the spoon.

he closes his eyes gently. he has been living on ready-made meals in the field and the food prepared in the mess halls. the food isn't bad--but it isn't made like this. it doesn't come with an angel feeding it, it doesn't come with an apartment filled with peace, it wasn't made with that unspoken thing that is shared between the walls of this place.

it tastes wonderful. it's warm, and it sits so nice in his stomach, and simon wants more immediately.

"still needs some time, got to get the potatoes done," you say, as if reading his mind. "it'll give you some time to wash up."

and when he comes back, you're still there. he blinks; this isn't a dream. you're still in the kitchen, asking him how he's feeling, your hair in front of your eyes as you pick up plates and bowls and more things you must have picked up when he was gone--what the fuck is going on?

who's house am i in?

what kind of fucking dream is this?

when do i wake up--when does this all get taken away from me? because i don't fuckin' deserve this--ghosts don't eat--ghosts don't get to live, and they don't get to share these memories, and they don't get to fall in lo--

"simon," you say softly, putting a small bowl into his gloved hands. his dark eyes fall, focusing on the curve of your lips and the softness of your skin and the way you feel in front of him. "ready to eat?"

yes. yes, yes, yes--

simon has been waiting all his for this feeling. the domesticity of home, the familiarity of not being alone, the serenity in something not unknown. and this would not last--he knows this deep in his bones. dead men do not get to savor these moments; he knows his demon will come to collect the time he's stolen, but for now, he will sit at the table he shares with you, drink in the warmth that you bring. he will listen to the gentleness of your voice, and he will fight tears one day in the field trying to remember exactly how you sound at this exact moment in time.

and he will try again to keep this feeling. he will pick a day that you work, a day when you are gone, and he will try and recreate the homecoming you gave him. he will fuck it up--of course he will, because simon was never taught how to love someone else like this. but somehow, he knows you won't care.

you will look at him the way you're looking at him now--simon puts the stars in the sky, the moon into orbit, gravity in motion, he brings the heat of the sun and the snow in the winter, and maybe he doesn't do this with the world you live in, but he does it with whatever lives inside of you, and it's enough for you to know that this is all that matters.

his hand along your thigh, his eyes on yours, the thing that is stuck between his teeth that he won't say but that you can feel in the air.

the thing between you that follows you, even when you go to bed that night in separate rooms. the thing that keeps you up at night knowing he is just across the hall, that he's right there, he's right fucking there--

he's right there.

so why can't i just have him?

[beels-burger-babe]

Sometimes I really wish they would just:

Levi: Mammon is the scum if the earth

Mammon: Nuh uh

Levi: The fuck you mean "nuh uh"

Or:

Levi: Mammon is the scum if the earth

Mammon: If I'm the scum of the earth, then you're the scum of the devildom

Levi: Wha-

Mammon: We ain't on earth, dumbass

This conversation happens weekly and you cannot convince me otherwise

[youngdumbamericanteen]

Remember when Mabel willingly sacrificed everything she'd planned for the Duck-Tective finale in order so save Dipper and Ford? Just sayin'.

???? Oh wow she gives up watching a TV show so that her brother and uncle don’t get eaten. How impressive. Not like her continuously making him feel bad about his interests is half of why the conflict happens in the first place.

Babes, as noted in the follow up post I made to the post you’re presumably angry about, Mabel has a lot of things going for her and I don’t hate her. She just suffers from bad writing that ends up making her really unlikable in some ways.

I would be totally willing to talk about all the things that make her cool with you, and yet you chose like…one of the worst possible instances of her being selfless as a defense. What about when she chooses to love and trust her uncle above all else, even if it means she might have to deal with another world ending event? What about when she chooses to try to be Pacifica’s friend and teach her about healthy relationships? What about when she genuinely feels bad for Robbie despite all the trouble he’s caused? Mabel is a 12 year old girl with normal flaws, she just, again, suffers from some bad writing that can really grind people’s gears. Critique the writers for that, don’t attack people who notice it.

[klirk-hammurton]

40, 31, 25 ✨

Hi Jinn, thanks for the ask lovely!

25. Fave HTSD lyrics

When all is pain, may it be

It's all we've ever known

When flame consumes, may it be

It warms our dying bones

When loss has won, may it be

It's you I'm madly fighting for

When kingdom comes, may it be

We walk right through that open door

31. I’m very mean: pick a friendship

It's a tie between the bromance of Kirk and Rob or Kirk and Lars. I love thise idiots so damn much. Watching Kirk post his stupid dorky selfies with Rob on his insta as "best bae" kills me

40. Has Metallica ever been a copy mechanism to you?

So I think @daddy-ul meant coping mechanism here and the answer is ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. Back in October I relapsed in SH and was listening to Fade To Black. It's become one of my comfort songs when I get into those dark corners in my mind.

[dunkudunk]

Hello!

Apologies if I'm bothering though I just wanna say I really enjoy your work! Your drawings are so joyful, and the way you show Moon and DJ's friendship is so cheekily wholesome! Your playful but bold colours also inspired me to experiment on digital painting again (hope that's alright).

Hope you're enjoying life, and may you have a wonderfully inspiring artistic journey! God Bless!🌻 :)

Oh my God!? Thank you!!?? 🥹🥹😭

You’re not a bother at all! You go for that digital experimentation! It’s so cool to inspire someone??

God BLESS you! God speed, my friend. Thank you so much 💕

[mamatater]

The spouse is getting curious about tumblr

[batbabydamian]

*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏

here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[jodistorian]

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need more of? The Batkids completely fucking with the Justice League and their rogues and coming up with stories for their existence.

Like I am talking about the creation of demigods sort of stories, like Loki sort of stories.

Duke has convinced all of Gotham that he's the Bat Signal brought to life and that's why he's never seen at night and why the signal literally doesn't work during the day. He's waiting giddily for the story to spread outside of the city.

The batkids have convinced half the League that Nightwing is quite literally Batman's lovechild with Justice. Hey, Constantine had a one night stand with the manifestation of a city and they've dealt with gods before, so surely it's not that surprising? Right???

I need more of the Batkids being little shits, of Alfred the-greatest-enabler Pennyworth backing them up and Bat(the-biggest-troll)man to never confirm the stories, but he doesn't deny them either.

[bi-writes]

and ex-husband!simon being so possessive that he doesn't let anyone come near you!??? I'M GOING INSANE

mmmm this is toxic but ex-husband!simon sneaking into your new apartment and taking your phone. and you haven't changed your password, it's still your anniversary, and he downloads an app onto it so he can see who your phone activity.

and you start to wonder why new guys you meet never are able to text you, or call you. your dating apps mysteriously disappear, and whenever you go out to a bar or out to eat, you feel like there's a shadow following you.

but whenever you turn around, there's nothing there.

[beels-burger-babe]

Are you planning on writing anymore poly mc?

I'll be honest.

I've been studying for my Master's degree, and it sucks up all of my energy, so any creative energy that I do have either goes into drawing or into a more recent fandom of mine.

Unfortunately this means this account has been extremely neglected for a while.

I do still have some works I want to continue (primarily Sister's Keeper and Deaf MC) but with how things are, I can't make any guarantees for when that will happen

[youngdumbamericanteen]

What the fandom deserves is a full-fledged, canon redemption arch for Mabel, perhaps in the form of a novel.

I agree! I’d love to see her improve in more follow up content! Same with Wendy, she deserves much more as well. I love all the Gravity Falls characters, and I’d love to see more of all of them, especially the ones whose development got shafted for the sake of the series not drawing on forever (which I can’t really fault Alex Hirsch for).

[klirk-hammurton]

Orange

Awe, thanks Melody! 💙💙💙

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[missygoesmeow]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

awwwww thank you ryu!!!! hehe