Rain Mocking His Run 😭

I love it when the two bands I like release new songs at the same time, best of both worlds I guess

No girl should ever be ashamed of her body type, all girls of all body types are so pretty it’s breathtaking and those are facts.

It breaks my heart knowing there is people out there whose hearts are filled with pain and doubt; people who feel like they are not good enough, worthless and unnecessary. Darling, you are so needed and so loved. I hope your doubts will vanish soon, like tears being wiped from your face, and you will finally feel how worthy you have always been. I truly love you.

everyone’s grandparents seem to have really cute stories of how they met, and like my grandparents met when my grandma was running away from police during a protest and she jumped on the back of my grandads motorcycle and just screamed “DRIVE FUCKING DRIVE”

hello to the anon who sent this-

i love you and this idea I just can NOT THINK of who to write as ‘hero’

(i have.. ideas… because i can turn around and make em scummy..)

I was originally looking for a reference on Pinterest but I saw this and went, “Oh, hey, that’s the daily König sketch, yup.”

Husband Ghost who is obsessed with his wife. He refuses to tell her no, whatever his wife wants, she gets. Anything she even mentions wanting ends up in their shared home. She mentions a beautiful cookware set, she finds it in the cabinets later that week. She complains that her nails are grown out, later her nail tech calls and says that Ghost has paid for a years worth of nail appointments (with tip). Anything to make his wife smile

When Ghost is home his wife doesn't have to lift a finger. He loves the idea of a "traditional marriage" but he's actually a traditional man. He comes home and and does any repairs you need on the house. He's going to buy groceries, doing car maintenance, landscaping the lawn, doing the laundry. Anything his little wifey needs.

Any hobbies she has are always encouraged and paid for by Ghost. Constantly sending packages full of cooking supplies, yarn, stationary, and paints to the house while he's gone. He always wears the things she makes for him. They are bundled in blankets she knitted while eating brownies she baked. All while you are going through the scrapbook you had made while he was on deployment.

He refuses to argue with his wife. A firm believer in "happy wife, happy life". Anything his wifey doesn't like or want to do doesn't happen. She doesn't like his tie, he's changing. She doesn't feel like going out, he's helping her out of her dress and making them hot cocoa. Nothing she can do can upset him. He's so in love with her that anything she does is perfect to him.

Monster! 141 x Human Neighbor Reader

A small snip i needed to get off my chest.

Heavily inspired by @docdudo and @qwimblenorrisstan

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, fluff

You're neighbors, task force 141, are a really nice hybrid couples. They never really disturb you or even bigoted towards you, since you are a human (one of the many few that are left).

Anyways, one day there is a knock on your door, you open it and there is Wraith! Simon.

He looks like he hasn't slept in a while, there are stains on his clothing.

"Can I help you-"

"You're human right? Not a selkie?".

You looked and him with a puzzled looked, "as far... as I know".

Simon sighed, "Come with me".

Which leads you were you are now, inside this massive home, where hell you couldn't even climb up on the sofa without help.

There are loud groaning and shushing, and a very unhappy baby cry.

You see Dragonborn! Price outside on the balcony smoking.

Harpy! Gaz rocking a very human baby back and forth, trying to calm it.

And Werewolf! Soap waving a toy in the baby's face.

Werewolf! Soap is the first one to notice your small appearance, your recognizable scent fills the room.

Harpy! Gaz sighs in relief seeing your form, "thank you so much for coming by, we've tried everything- she just won't settle down".

In his arms (?) Is a baby girl, looked about fourish months.

Wraith! Simon speaks up, "we know it's probably not your thing. But you're human and she is humam- can you please help".

You looked around awkwardly, "I can try my best".

You checked her diaper, clean. Tried feeding her, she wasn't hungry. But it was the way she was sucking the bottle that made you notice something in her mouth.

The boys watched your every move, Werewolf! Soap watching you interact with "his pup" and Dragonborn! Price keeping a close eye on your every move.

"Um i found the issue- she is teething-".

Werewolf! Soap let out a long 'oh', immediately rushing to the freezer and pulling out a small dogtoy?.

You shaked your head, "no she needs acual teething products- like, human or soft teeth based ones".

You pull out your phone showing the boys small business that cater for humans.

"You can also buy human clothing on here too, some... hybrid clothing doesn't actually cover what human clothing has- like insulation, breathable-".

Harpy! Gaz and Wraith! Simon were listening intently, thinking about your opinions as a human.

Meanwhile Werewolf! Soap and Dragonborn! Price immediately are thinning about adding you to their pack.

Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

>>>>>

Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

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