The Eyebrows, The Eyelashes And The Light Stubble, IM SOBBING EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS MAN IS FLAWLESS.

The eyebrows, the eyelashes and the light stubble, IM SOBBING EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS MAN IS FLAWLESS.

Samuel Roukin as the Sentinel on season 3 of Salem

“You look lonely…I can fix that..”

Blade Runner 2049 (2017) Dir. Dennis Villeneuve

Dj ghostie 👻

And alittle extra with soaps pov:

As a girl with endometriosis, I really felt this 🥲

simon riley with a f!reader who has endometriosis

cw: fluff/comfort, mentions of endometriosis symptoms, female anatomy

simon riley hates seeing you in pain. he hates seeing you sobbing in your pajamas, unable to move from the aching sensation in your stomach. that tight and cramping feeling all over your abdomen, leaving your sides sore and your body weakened. your pillow becomes wet with your tears, your eyes raw and your cheeks tearstained and sensitive to the touch.

a tear rolls down your cheek. the half drank cup of tea on your bedside going cold, and your head spinning and throbbing. you close your eyes, everything just feels too bright — and your head is spinning at the slight sunlight peeking through the curtains.

simon, despite being fully asleep for the first time in a while, woke up. he knew you were in pain, subconsciously and through sleep. he stirred awake, concern and worry plastered on his face. he cooed at you, holding you down against the mattress, his hands wandering to your sides to soothe the ache. simon always knew how to fix you, to mend you back together, even on your rough, harsh periods. his thumb wiped a tear from your eye, his other hand kneading the flesh on your stomach, rolling his fingers in circles. he massaged on your lower back and sides, kissing your cheek and burying your face in his neck. “’s alright, dove. ‘m here’.”

he pressed his forehead against yours, covering and enveloping you in a warm cuddle. he ran his fingers down your stomach, kneading your fat and muscle between his fingers, pressing kisses on your forehead. your head was spinning and all you could do was allow him to massage your pains away, and kiss you better.

he rolled you onto your side, deciding that he'd get up to go get some pain killers for your aches. with a cold glass of water in your hand, washing down the painkillers, the only thing on your mind to do left was pass out and fall asleep for hours. you thanked simon for being patient and tender with you on your worse days, for taking care of you even when you cried at him because you wanted nothing more than to be alone. and despite your wails, he always stayed. because he knew no matter how much you told him that you didn't want his help, deep down and truthfully, you did — needed it. knowing that simon would risk getting screamed at just to make sure his love was alright, if there was anything else he could do to make you feel any better, knowing that your periods were especially horrible and cruel to you.

you felt the mattress dip and you let out a relieved sigh, knowing simon would be here during your nap, to care for you. his body pressed from firmly against yours, hands warming your stomach.

you felt yourself doze off, eyes shut and your breathing steady. the pain in your stomach soothed for a few hours, until you woke up, with simon sat up and watching something on his phone. he held you, warming you up with his body, his heartbeat against your back.

simon riley would most definitely pour you a warm beverage and run you a bath, watching by your side with water in hand, telling you dumb jokes that make you giggle quietly, eyes half open.

and he'd make sure it was candle lit — not too bright, but not too dark either. the warm, foamy, bubbly water warming you, knowing that simon would make sure you felt comfortable, that he was going to attempt to hopefully soothe whatever problem you had. 🎀

The way we just collectively agreed that ghost has an elephant truck sized dick between his legs