-> repost from my old blog cause i’ve been DILF crazy lately.
DILF!SIMON ???
truly an old, grumpy bastard. kidding. he’s a dilf without even being a dilf— which is so fucking frustrating because it forces you to imagine actually having his kids and watching him walk around with a chunky baby to bounce on his big, ink covered arm. he always tells you that all you have to do is say the word, and he’d be happy to oblige. to give you a happy baby and make up the warm, bubbly home he never had growing up. he’d put a pretty ring on your finger, too. everything and anything despite your age gap.
and god… is he making sure you fall right into his trap. he’s even at it early in the morning, lounging in the living room with nothing but his briefs on, thick thighs spread and just waiting for you to sit your soft warmth right on top of them. above the elastic waistband digging into his carved hips are those solid abs that reside under the bit of pudge he does have. your eyes trail all the way up, to his beefed up pecs and bulky scarred biceps, while he reads the morning paper and has a mug of tea without a care in the world.
“simon,” you don’t mean to say his name, honestly. it slips out with ease as it tends to, because you cant seem to wrap your head around how this metaphorical and literal mountain of a man is yours. it escapes you on instinct as your feet carry you to him, shuffling in your slippers until your knees bump into his own.
you’re falling into his lap with a kind of desperation that is so familiar to him. he knows— he always does. so a calloused hand squeezes your thigh while you press yourself into him and already begin placing kisses along the underside of his stubbly jaw. his adam’s apple bobs as he speaks.
i think it’s too late to save mourning dove but i think some good propaganda would be stupid dove nests
Omg I love stupid little dove nests 💜 also it’s not too late, the polls keep swinging back and forth so it’s possible it’ll swing back for the doves (they were in the lead this morning). Anyway, here’s a little collection of dove nests.
This is HEARTBREAKING!!!! My heart is BROKEN, quinn, quinny, quinnifer, huggy, q-ball….. please this is not your cross the bear alone, please do NOT place all of the blame on yourself, PLEASE PLEASE
I’ve been thinking of going to the library to work on stuff for a whole week so I don’t have to hole myself up in my room anymore and instead I just fall asleep all day every day even if I don’t want to. It’s making me so sad at this point lol
Here you go, @firstdragonlady , comedic book-Hayffie (including a goose) because that's how they work best for me:
I think Haymitch would enjoy introducing his feathery friend to his feathery lady. 😂
Bonus: And for an extra dose of snarky Haymitch, I love the idea that he names his geese after some variation of Effie:
“That right there is Effily. Silly little thing. Then there’s Effina and over there is the great Ephigenia. She’s the loudest one, always making noises. I can’t get her to shut up for just five minutes.”