Remember that day you made a few days ago ? The one with the red shirt (reader and Simon love language is to buy goofy shirts)? Well👀👀👀 I do. I remember 👁️👄👁️ and since I can't sleep I decided to finish a drawing, so here you go <3
One day I'll learn to do backgrounds but the day hasn't come yet jjdksk
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I’m glad you remembered it because I love that shirt so much. Everything about this is so canon in the roommate series Simon would lose his mind seeing you in his shirt and then when you tease him like that? Well let’s hope you’re prepared for the consequences ☺️😈
Also the slide where he says “run”, and the fact that he looks lowkey intimidating is accurate because as much as he tries not to look that way towards you sometimes it comes out when you tease each other (don’t worry though you’re never bothered by it because you know he’s joking)
Edit: yes one of their love languages is give each other the worst/goofiest shirts they find. It’s almost a competition now and Simon is winning since he’ll sometimes bring goofy shirts from the countries he’s been in while on work
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“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
“I can work with that,” said the witch.
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“long hair on guys doesn’t make them less masculine. think keanu reeves, jason momoa, danny trejo, or the guy at your local dive bar who rides a motorcycle”
*the crowd nods*
“so long hair doesn’t necessarily determine masculinity”
*the crowd, more hesitant, still nodding*
“butches can have long hair—“
*GUNSHOT*
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