#it’s called coping

[kisses-from-crows]

i love finding a character with the same trauma as me, makes me wanna just stuff em’ in a jar and shake it

[skijumping-fam]

i was so mad with horngacher and everything today that i had to crochet a small emotional support octopus for myself

[omegaling]

[localmothcryptid]

my computer for the 14th time today: moooonkie kid!

Me, gross sobbing in my bed, shoving goldfish into my mouth: FAMILIAR TALES—hic—NEW ADVENTURES

[cactusapple]

having a rough day so guess what. i made another fucking elf

[pansy2005]

if you see me rebloggibg frerard posts at 10pm on a monday. mind your business

[callmelittlesanshine]

“Date myself” nah I’m gonna be my own best friend (totally not because I don’t know how to make friends)

[weltonreject]

forgot I really like the taste of guinness and accidentally drank a pint in <15 minutes

[k9biteforce]

boss makes a dollar i make a dime that’s why i sit and aggressively pick at my face in the devastatingly lit employee bathroom and pray to god none of my coworkers notice on company time

[starsofang]

Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.

At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.

Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.

He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.

In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.

To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.

And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.

The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.

He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine’. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.

And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.

You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

people are texting my mum all these messages saying they’re thinking about us today and stuff. meanwhile we are talking about pole dancing

[aubreyhepbum]

Not chewing glass over my work crush but perhaps drowning in honey

[erebus0dora]

there's no wonder i am chasing the concept of returning the favour, i guess..?

[adding alternative edit + initial sketch below the cut bc i kinda think about blood a lot, but i need to find a better way to introduce it...]

[reds-skull]

My mom named one of the street cats she feeds Tommy, so I thought to myself, "what if..."

[maajul444]

[srfiv]

i'll give old simon more than a sketch sometime... maybe...