#can sit on it comfortably

[giddlygoat]

i remembered this post existed and frantically drew this at 1 am last night

#hi. i had a horrible day at work lol like my “bad things that can happen” bingo is COMPLETELY filled out <3 #so here’s my comfort divorced married couple. sits politely and smiles #the stanley parable #stanley tsp #the narrator tsp #stannarrator #im tagging the ship bc i drew this with it in mind so ?? i guess it counts #giddly’s art #tsp #stanley #the narrator #i completely bullshat the perspective btw i don’t care lol

[xenomorphicdna]

This is an on the string propaganda post

Brought to you, by me (with love)

It's time for machine comforts. Comforts we can't understand, or experience. Let them be happy, let them be at peace with their body.

Does a breath of cool water feel nice on their systems? When it's quiet do they listen to their own heart and feel the electricity pulsing? Does it remind them that they are alive and a part of this world? Do they have dreams? Hopes and projects they wish to work on, hobbies?

Why get off the string into the harsh and deadly world, fighting for survival and losing everything they've ever known to love about themselves?

What about the safety of their bodies? How scary would it be for a machine with thousands, maybe millions of throughs to suddenly have just a handful. The horror of everything going silent.

They have hundreds of eyes to see the world for all its beauty, they capture moments that would otherwise go unseen. Why blind themselves of such things?

#they are alive with ALL of themselves #people make puppets way too important. can we spare some love for the giant box in the recursive transfrom array? #can we give a little love to the neuron flies that dance and carry the thoughts of the iterator #and the memory conflux...they'd never forget anything..not your birthday or your favourite colour or the things you care about #the general system bus playing a song.. something unique just to them.. you can sit and listen to them think #and overseers that you can always show your art to..and they can do a lil spin and display a heart to show the appreciation #Could you lay on the ground on top of an iterator and feel the hum of the structure? could you watch the stars together? #and even after the ancients are gone could they light up rooms and make patterns of glowing windows on the side of the buildings? #really big machines can be happy being really big machines #let them have their comforts and joys we could never understand #love iterators <3 so fascinating #rain world #iterator #rain world oc #iterator oc #oc veil of dreams #drawins

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

#I AM SO SORRY I DREW YAKUMO AGAIN ADFSJEIADKS LOOK OK so xenole gives me the tiny crying yakumo. #says DO WHATEVER YOU WANT and THUS i get to thinking #my immediate thought was #i'm going to make oli breast boobily while comforting him #bc i was determined to draw xenole's fave this time. i swore it to myself. i WILL stop being so self indulgent #but the chibi on chibi comforting scene didn't sit right with me. it was too straightforward. not something i would draw normally #it was hhhh as u say.... not on brand.? it did not inspire me. idea benched.... #so days pass and i'm still pondering ideas on what to do to the sad spaghetti. #configurations of clan members danced in my head. some defending yaku. some comforting. some bullying #the ideas usually involved at least oli or kuya bc once again. xenole bias #then while i'm in the shower i got frustrated with my lack of ideas and thought #i'll jujst eat.him. just. chew on him. i'm tired of him #AND THE IMAGE OF KUYA EATING YAKUMO FOR BREAKFAST POPPED INTO MY MIND #originally it was going to be kuya eating yakuflakes and oli giving him serious side eye but then the brain went #WHAT IF IT'S YAKUMO WATCHING KUYA EAT YAKUMO. THAT IS FUNNY. IT MUMST HAPPEEN #BUT I REFUSED at first. i was angry at myself. this is not a competition to see how you can STILL sHOVE YAKUMO into a drawing. #plus the composition would shrink xenole's chibi down! i would take over so much space by comparison! THE DISRESPECT! TO THE COLLAB PROCESS #but once i get fixated on smth...well. i ended up doing the idea and just praying xenole wouldnt eviscerate me for it #i'm sorry my liege. my grip on the reins was weak. the goofy clown horses went stampeding #so idk now it's the two of em having a peaceful breakfast in kuya's cabin but only kuya is at peace and yakumo's this close to a breakdown #i feel like there should be something in the space between them. a speech bubble or something . something mean is being said #kuya #yakumo #yakuya

[carlyraejepsans]

Out of curiosity what instantly ruins a soriel fic for you? I promise this isn't for my own fic 😁

Sans remembering resets. Not even a Soriel specific thing, I catch one whiff of it in any UT fic and it immediately kills any interest I might have had in it. Same with Sans being suicidal (he is not. lmfao)

But let's see, Soriel specific... hm. It's hard to explain what it is that they do wrong specifically. But there's a brand of h/c fics with sans being the comforted where you can tell the author has not taken into account everything that is also wrong with Toriel. She's just there to offer comfort, which I'd argue is something Sans would do more often with how evasive and private he is about his own issues (and how we have literal in canon examples of him comforting her instead, even before they officially met each other)

#not saying that toriel can never comfort him in turn it's just. the way a lot of ppl write it doesn't sit right with me #he's not cryptic enough. too open too outwardly emotional. toriel too motherly #like even when he's allowing himself to be vulnerable around other ppl he should always maintain 1) a leg over the conversation at all time #and 2) a way to weasel back to a safer topic and drop everything if he wants out #anyway toriel wouldn't coddle him as a way to offer comfort. she'd get on his level. she'd relate. she'd joke and then sit with that grief #side by side with her own in silence. fuck now i want to write more soriel again. ughhhhh #answered asks #biscia hater moment

[ghouljams]

Please, dearest parental figure, can we get a snippet of moon and soap after she has decided to come plop in his lap? I love the feral cat metaphor so much.

(Totally don’t have to if you’re not in the mood for it of course)

Yeah let's do some Soap POV cuz I love writing for the boys.

The living room is dim save for the flickering light from the television. Soap leans against the arm of the couch to avoid getting caught in the lovey dovey vibes emanating from the other side of the couch. Ghost takes up enough space on his own without Goose cuddled up next to him. If he cranes his neck he can see you popping popcorn in the kitchen, you lean against the counter in a way he thinks might be unbecoming of someone pretending to be a nun. It's more interesting than the movie anyway. He watches you with his hand against his cheek, and wonders if you're ever going to get it through your head that he's serious about you.

For fuck's sake there's only so much room a man can leave for Jesus before he starts assuming you don't want anything to do with him. Or, nothing with any feeling to it. It's all good fun sneaking around but at some point a fella has to wonder if you're just in it for that, fun.

You're so pretty. You're so damn pretty. Fearless, stubborn, always thinking you know best and so fucking- God. He must be crazy to love you like this. You certainly aren't as consumed by it all as he is. Prickly little- You take the bag from the microwave and dump it in the previously full bowl, stealing a few pieces for yourself. Soap doesn't bother to hide his staring when you catch his eye, he smiles, and watches your expression soften a little before you can catch it.

You make your way back to the living room and hold the bowl out to Goose, who takes it graciously, never taking her eyes off the movie as she grabs a handful of popcorn. Soap assumes you'll take your seat in the armchair again, cozy yourself up with one of the blankets. Maybe you'll even fall asleep, then he could have a reason to ask you to stay the night.

The wheels are turning in his brain, churning out plans and casual asks, when you sit on his lap. Every muscle in his body tenses, too afraid you'll move to even breathe. Move you do, settling a hand on his knee to find a comfortable spot and driving an anxious affectionate stake even further into his heart. You mumble something and start to stand again, Soap can't let that happen.

It's a gamble pulling you to lean back against his chest, spreading his legs a little wider to give you room as you tense under his hold. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Goose move her legs over Ghost's lap, his hand holding the outside of her thigh to give more room. Damn good friends, Soap thinks to himself. You're another issue, settled in his lap, legs neatly between his, and still as tense as a man waiting to be executed.

"Sorry, I'm not," you mumble, a hand on his thigh, a threat that you might try to get up again, "I'm not good at this sort of thing."

"Couldn't give a rat's ass," Soap tells you, quiet as he can manage. He can't make you relax but he can certainly make you more comfortable. He can settle your head against his shoulder, box you a little closer to the arm of the couch, rest his hand on your knee and rub his thumb against the cotton of your pants until you go boneless against him with a soft sigh. You certainly don't feel bad at this, whatever this is. Cuddling, God you're so- Overthinker, he's adding it to the list. Fearless, stubborn, smart-ass, overthinker.

You press your face a little closer to his neck, grip his shirt between your fingers. Cuddly little thing. Soap turns the kiss your forehead, wraps his arm around your shoulders instead of just letting you rest against it. Just like that, he thinks, isn't that nice? All cuddled up like a proper sweetheart.

Just for him. You don't have to be sweet for anyone else, and he sure as hell isn't going to ask you to be. But maybe once in a while you can be sweet for him.

You pull back and Soap's arms tense around you before he feels you touch his jaw. Gentle fingers that draw his attention down so you can kiss him, soft and slow. Christ if he could marry you on the spot he would. Goose can notarize, Ghost can witness, all he needs is a priest. Where the hell is Gaz when he needs him?

"Comfortable?" He asks when you pull away and tuck your head under his chin.

"No." You don't make a move to leave his lap, but Soap didn't think you would. Getting a proper yes out of you is like pulling teeth. He doesn't mind though. You're cute when you try to lie to him.

#oc: moon #cowboy!Soap #oh boy oh boy she is never getting up #i think Moon falls asleep like 5 minutes later and Soap just screams internally the rest of the movie #hes big and warm and comfortable i wanna fall asleep on him too #he carries her to bed and just!!! hopes he can wake up to her in the morning #Moon is mortified that she fell asleep #but as soon as Soap sits down shes perched on his knee #she grabs his arm and presses close when he stands in the kitchen #she ducks under his arm to hug him close when she spots him in public #drags him down by his dog tags to kiss him #insatiable thats what Moon is #johnny soap mactavish x oc #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x oc #soap x reader #f!oc #f!reader #soap mwii

[yugiohz]

the guys who go on car “dates” think they already have you wrapped around their finger

#again… the least you can do is sit somewhere comfortable #like we can get coffee and sit or stroll through a park #I’m not sitting in your car we can even face each other there

[canisalbus]

How do you find pose references for all those gorgeous and cute and aaaaaaa drawings. H o w. Where. (<-from someone struggling to draw characters interacting)

(if you don't use references, take it as a compliment to your godly anatomy and posing skills)

I don't really use references for poses that much. I'm not sure how to explain this without sounding weird but when I'm about to draw something, I visualize it in my mind, and when it's character art I sort of see them as 3D models that can be posed and rotated. And I just sort of try to replicate that on paper, sometimes it's easy and sometimes it doesn't work out at all (a good reminder that when you browse someone's art, you usually only see the pieces that the artist is at least passably proud of, not the piles of failed projects that went nowhere).

#when I use references it's usually for very specific poses and gestures that I'm not familiar with #if I were to draw someone shooting a crossbow or tap dancing or weaving on a loom #I'd have to look up references because you can only do those actions in a particular way or it doesn't look right #and I have no clear visual memory of what that action looks like #but if it's a common general casual everyday pose like a guy sitting or lying down in a way or another #you can draw that in so many different ways you can just position them however you want and it will look believable #and a lot of my poses are general everyday poses #I dunno that's how it works for me #definitely use references if you're unsure or drawing something you've never drawn before #but once you get sorta comfortable I personally feel like it's a lot more fun and interesting to draw from memory and imagination #this got rambly and I'm sorry I couldn't direct you to a pose reference databank of some kind I know they exist but I've never used them #answered #anonymous

[calamitys-child]

My purpose and singular mission in life is to make sure queer and/or neurodivergent kids know that sometimes it really is their parents who are stupid and other adults are on their side. This, unfortunately, does not make me popular with their parents. Gonnae keep doing it though.

#kid was very overwhelmed by the theatre environment and panicking and didnt want to see the show cause it looked scary #and the mum was trying to get me to tell the kid its not scary (no i dont lie to kids i told her there are lots of funny bits but a couple #of maybe scary bits too) #and I told her hey listen the bravest thing you can do is tell people you arent comfortable somewhere. youve done so well to do that #and i gave her a program so she can learn more and make an informed decision if she wants to come another time #and i asked her what her favourite things are and she said science and animals and i told her to try the museum its super fun #and her mum was all 'ugh shes a nightmare she's ~on the spectrum~' #and i went yeah me too. and told the kid this isnt for everyone and she did well to tell me and i hope she likes the museum #and like. her mum yelling at her was making everything worse. talking to her like a person with agency? #got her from full panic attack to actively smiling at me in under 5 minutes #sometimes your parents or guardians are in fact being stupid or rude! neurodivergent adults exist! other people see you and hear what you're #saying and won't be mad! #anyway. now IM very overwhelmed but i really hope that kid remembers this and i hope she has a great day #im going to get a coffee and sit under a tree for a while

[nat-1-whump]

We need to give winged whumpees more love. Consider:

As hurt, we've got...

Sick Whumpee struggles to sleep because their wings make lying down tricky. This makes them extra miserable when they're already sick, tired, and desperately need to sleep but just can't get comfortable.

When Whumpee gets badly injured on the field, it takes the whole team to pin them down so they don't thrash around and make it worse while Caretaker tries to treat them. They've got people holding their legs, arms, and wings, and as much as Whumpee screams and writhes in pain, they don't let go. While they try to pull their wing from their teammate's grip, Whumpee accidentally dislocates it.

Whumper restrains Whumpee and rips their feathers out, one by one... Or all at once, if they are so inclined.

Whumpee gets caught in some kind of trap that covers their wings in gunk, effectively pinning them to the ground as they desperately try to escape from Whumper.

Sick with a horrible fever, Whumpee feels freezing cold no matter how much they're actually burning up. They keep trying to wrap their wings around themself for warmth, but Caretaker keeps stopping them by spreads their wings out. Whumpee groans as they try to pull their wings back. Caretaker whispers an apology, but they still can't let Whumpee risk making their fever worse.

Whumpee gets knocked out in midair, plummeting to the ground completely helpless. Or slamming into every tree branch, rooftop, or clothes line on the way down.

And as comfort, there's...

Caretaker gives Whumpee a warm bath and massages the dried blood out of their feathers. By the time they're done, Whumpee is fast asleep.

Caretaker repositions the pillows and blankets on Whumpee's bed into a sort of nest, trying to help Whumpee get as comfortable as they can. Afterwards, they bundle Whumpee in a blanket, wrapping Whumpee in their own wings first to make the blanket fit around them better and provide some extra warmth.

After Whumpee gets badly injured, Caretaker bandages up their wings, trying to soothe them whenever they cry out from the pain. Unable to fly, Whumpee gets increasingly impatient with themself over the following days. Caretaker notices their frustration and gently encourages them to take it easy and let their wings rest.

Whumpee uses their wings as a blanket for both themself and Caretaker as they snuggle together on the couch.

When Whumpee can barely walk due to their injuries, the weight of their wings only adds to the struggle. Though they encourage Whumpee to stay in bed and rest as much as possible, Caretaker is happy to wrap their arm around Whumpee's waist and help them around the house. Whumpee rests a wing on Caretaker's shoulders as they make their way to the kitchen for some warm food.

Caretaker asks Whumpee to hold still so they can draw their wings in their sketchbook. They say it's so Whumpee can see what their wings look like without trying to bend backwards in a mirror, but there's a silent understanding between the two that it's because they're both craving some time together. Whumpee starts to feel stiff from holding their wings out, but they can't help but smile a bit at the way Caretaker leans closer to watch the light move across their feathers. Though Whumpee had never seen their wings as anything particularly beautiful, they set off a sort of sparkle in Caretaker's eyes.

And maybe some wing-related dialogue, such as...

Whumper grinned, picking up a pair of wire cutters. The tool glinted in the flickering torch light. "Well, you've gone and flown a little too close to the sun, didn't you, Whumpee? Not to worry, though. You'll never fly again, when I'm through with you."

"Oh, why won't you sing for me, my beautiful songbird?" Whumper drawled as they ran a finger along Whumpee's throat. Whumpee only glared back. If it weren't for the muzzle, they would have spat on Whumper's shoes. They squirmed in their restraints, leather straps binding their wings close to their back.

"Oh, you poor thing... What happened to your wings? C'mere, let me look at them..." Caretaker pulled Whumpee into an embrace, grabbing their wings with gentle hands. Their breath hitched as they noticed that, under the tattered feathers, Whumpee's injuries were even worse than they thought.

Caretaker slapped sick Whumpee's cheek, trying to wake them up. "Hey, Whumpee, um. Listen, y-you're fever's getting worse and I just need to know... Whatever you are, do you go to a doctor or a vet?" They weren't exactly prepared for this winged stranger to show up on their doorstep half-dead. While they might have normally found their dilemma a bit comedic, right now it was hard to laugh. Whumpee desperately needed medical help, but they had no idea where to take them.

"Ngh-stop! Let go of my wings, or so help me I'll---" Whumpee's protests turned into a scream as Caretaker poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against their gaping wound. Whumpee passed out from the pain, falling limp with tears still streaming down their face. As their vision faded, they heard Caretaker's whispered apologies.

"Six months for the feathers to grow back?!" Whumpee's lower lip started to quiver. "B-but... I can't fly..." They took a wing in their hands, running their fingers along the bare, bloody skin where their feathers had been ripped out. Caretaker reached out to put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder, but Whumpee flinched back. A tear rolled down their cheek, stinging them as it landed right on an open cut on their wing. "Nonononono, th-there's gotta be something you can do! Anything! Please... I want my feathers back."

Just... Wings. Yeah.

#There's also amputation whump but I'm not sure I can write that so uh. Use your imagination. #I'm imagining feathery bird wings but I think most of these could work with other wings too. #another post that's been sitting in my drafts for months lol #wings #winged whumpee #aspen's hurt/comfort #writing prompts #writeblr #fantasy writing #fantasy writing prompts #fantasy hurt/comfort #whumpblr #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompts #fantasy whump #magical whump #whump prompt #whump community #whump #whump writing #aspen's writing ideas #tw whump #tw restraints #tw dehumanization #tw torture #tw blood #long post

[sysig]

Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #<Sticking to my tag so they're all together ♥ #Dexter Favin #Max Vyer #But really that's ZEX in there! What's left of him anyway ;; #ZEX #Hhhhhhh it was so goooood and saaaaad <3 <3 #Helix is a tragedy - on repeat in my mind ad infinitum #I made most of these upon initially reading - and then I had to sit on them through all of October!! Can you imagine the impatience?? #I've been absolutely chomping at the bit for these hhhhh feelings!!! So many!!! Max's eyes and ZEX being behind his single remaining ;; #Dex wanting him to be safe and knowing he used to and now he can't offer it anymore I jifdsahfdjsaf #Have I mentioned I love them lately I love them <3 <3 All of them! Dex and Max and ZEX! And DAX I'm sure ZEX misses him so badly #In a way it was good that I had a bit more time to set it down and come back - I reread it very recently hehe <3 #I still get teary at some scenes ah </3 It's so beautifully sad #But it also gave me some time to finish ZEX starting to shape the word ''Max'' and then back off it ahhhh it hurts!! #The rest were at least all lined at the time - came back in to tone some recently but they were all ''finished'' October 1st ah #Especially of Dex waking ZEX to call him by his title hhh they both just want peace so badly but it looks so different to both of them #Lingering on his scar and then carding through his hair <3 Comfort and softness and it's all not enough #His scar is quite fun to draw as well ah - scars tend to be like that haha ♪ The stitches and discolouration give it a unique look! #And the way his hair pulls back from it ah #I had a lot of fun with his hair hiding his bandaged eye as well - just barely peeking out always just enough of a reminder #And all his lying-down poses - his hair is fun to pose like that as well #One of the original Landel doodles of ZEX talking about what Hell would look like for a VUX really struck me as well #Dex can't help him in so many ways ehn </3 He wants to! But he wants Max and he just can't have him anymore #Hhhh it was such a good read <3 <3 <3 Thank you again to Zarla it really made and still makes me happy to read it ahhh ♥♪ #Now that I've (finally!) gotten my thoughts out I can read the other!! Yay!!

[dylanconrique]

remember when titus said he imagined jackson finding out about tim and lucy dating after waking up in the morning to find tim standing shirtless in their kitchen making coffee?? why couldn't we have had that????

#*carly catalogs #I'M SO SAD THAT THIS CAN NEVER BE A REALITY ANYMORE #CAN YOU IMAGINE IF HE WERE ALIVE WHEN THEY STARTED SECRETLY DATING?????? #he would've reassured lucy over and over that he wouldn't tell a soul about them (cause you know she'd be kinda panicked about it) #BUT THAT COMES WITH A PRICE #THE PRICE BEING JACKSON RELENTLESSLY TEASING AND POKING FUN OF THEM BEHIND CLOSED DOORS #ESPECIALLY WHEN TIM COMES OVER TOO HE'D GET SO COMFORTABLE WITH ROASTING HIM ANYTIME HE'S AT THE APARTMENT #TITUS I RESPECT YOU AND YOUR DECISION FOR LEAVING BUT IT WAS TOO SOON 😭😭😭😭😭 #the brotherly bond we could have gotten between tim and jackson.... lost to me forever...... #brb i need to sit in the shower and cry over this #the rookie #jackson west #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well

[comfortfrogblog]

“everyone is capable of experiencing goodness and joy. not me th-“ *EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

#OH BUT YOU ARE!!!!! YOU ARE!!! i literally prommy #i do NOT prommy if i dont mean it👍 #it fluctuates and it wont always be there bc thats how life and adversity is but it’s THERE!!! #it’s there in the cracks and crevices of your silly little life #it’s in the girl at the mall who looked you in the eyes and smiled #it’s in the baby that stares at you like you hold all the warmth and love in the universe #it’s in the tiny victories like ‘i drank water today’ ‘i woke up today’ ‘i was okay with myself today’ #it’s in the laughter experienced by people around you even if you dont feel like you can participate where you’re at #it’s in your favorite songs and your favorite color and your favorite food and your favorite animal and your favorite blanket and #and it’s in your favorite hobby your favorite outfit your favorite type of bug your favorite tree #and it’s in that safe place you have whether that is the corner of your room or your bed or the bathroom or your floor or wherever it is #the goodness sits there and it sinks in and it doesn’t go away even when you forget it’s there because of all the bad things overshadowing i #it #the goodness sinks its claws into you and sometimes you cannot help but be in awe #maybe you do not feel it right now #but it is there #and i promise that someday you will find it wherever it is resting #cathy says words #comfort #important

[intotheelliwoods]

Oh here is a fun poll idea.. polls are fun alright.

#2 arms left #if you are too tiny to hold little leo #you can just comfortably sit next to him for a bit :) #nap even #if you are too big to get held by big leo #you can also just chill next to him #perhaps go under his arm even #ough cant edit polls lets hope I dont feel like adding anything else to this awbaoudnsjdkf

[copepodkisser5000]

this is for my selfshippers with insomnia; and/or a hyperactive mind, intrusive thoughts, all the other bad things too that can keep a person from resting...

you f/o holds you during the long, horrible, sleepless nights. when you feel so alone, kept awake by all the noise in your brain, they're there for you, all night long.

they're there to remind you to take your medication for it, if you have it. they help you form a healthy routine with it, they want to see you feeling better. they might even train you to have a positive association- maybe you get a kiss every time you remember?

and when you do get to sleep, and when you dream of your f/o, it'll be all the more sweet.

#inspired by how i started taking meds for my o/c/d which ended up helping me sleep better! much less intrusive thoughts and bad obsessions! #only good ones 😉 hehe #and my guy (in plushie form) sits next to where i keep them in bed and he does help me remember them! #i sleep every night now! i'm just waiting on having dreams about him... come on subconscious you can do it... 🤞 #it's a great time to be in love. feels like my brain had all this awful clutter and now there's more room for my special little freak!!! 💚 #I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS HIGHLY SPECIFIC I THINK IT MIGHT BE... :0 #f/o positivity #self shipping #f/o comfort #self ship comfort

[bonebabbles]

It's always enjoyable when you do a rewrite project, and happen to see something that feels like it's funny or ironic with a detail of yours in mind. BB!Thunder Storm is missing that hind paw so it's fun to imagine him letting out a little chuckle at his canon equivalent.

#I can imagine him giving a little chuckle and then being reminded of the prosthetic that his dad forced him to wear #for that short time he was training under him before starting his clan #Thinking about how terrible and awkward it felt to have a clunky peg strapped onto his limb. How he felt so side-heavy #How he had to adjust his whole gait for it. The way that it would make noise in the leaf litter unintentionally #And then the chuckle gives way to that little big of frustration and resentment thinking about what he went through. #But he'd come back to the current era where he can sit the way that's most comfortable #And give the flank unburdened by the leather prosthesis straps a couple of grateful licks

[spencersliv]

#all american #spelivia #spencer james #olivia baker #spencer x olivia #speliviaedit #aaedit #olivia x spencer #daniel ezra #samantha logan #the comfort and warmth she gave him at his worst #to say you can just sit next to me until its better #AND NOW HES GOING TO THE NFL