So I was just thinking about this and it might just be a habit that Godot has:
When he's tryna sleep at night, he has a hard time getting to sleep. It's either nightmares, restlessness, pictures of Mia, pictures of his old who died, swallowed up in a sea of blackness.
Sleep was too good for him. All that wanted him were nightmares and Hell.
But not with Jake. His boyfriend laid beside him, put his leather cowboy hat on the nightstand and sank into the covers with a heavy sigh.
Jake knew Godot had sleeping issues, so he didn't expect Godot to try to sleep a few hours before midnight. Usually, Godot would be up, sitting at the kitchen table at sunrise, greeting Jake with a warm cup of coffee.
He had never gone to bed.
But now he's making a try at it? Jake kept an eye on him as he slid into bed. Godot had taken his goggles off and placed them on the opposite end table. His eyes were cloaed, but it ain't matter much when he cant see much of anything anyway.
Jake closed his eyes, and a minute or two later, he feels the sheets rustle right in front of him. Godot inched forward, towards the warm body of his boyfriend, and snuggled in, his mouth brushung near Jake's chest.
What a mild surprise! Neither of the men proved to be heavy cuddlers when not having sex, and this was a nice change of pace. Jake hugged Godot and strikes his hair. It was like wrapping around and lrotecting Godot like a shell.
Godot had to be asleep by now, and Jake wants big on showing affection by cuddling or kissing all mushy-like, but he kissed the top of Godot's head and waited for an answer. He anticipated Godot suddenly coming to his senses and pushing him away, but that moment never happened. Godot fell asleep and woke up, protected in Jake's arms.
It was a dreamless yet restful sleep. Thank God for that.
Maybe someday I'll encounter a fic where Jake and Godot get out of jail, find/reconnect with each other, and live together as a happy gay couple. Both had to find work in a field other than their previous profession. And they make it work. They learn to heal together and live in relative quiet and peace for the first time in a while.
Bagel and Iced Coffee tomorrow too!!!!!!!
I’m on cutscene #2 and I’m convinced that Rauru and Sonia exist much, much, much before Calamity Ganon was even heard of.
Me: *sees Mr. Armando dressed in his best, stylish, clean dress shirt underneath a snazzy vest, everything clean pressed and expensive-looking. Hair slicked back, expsnive watch on his wrist, shoes real shiny, looks nice, smells nice, charming smile, the way he bites his lower lip when he’s smug....*
Me: *oh, yeah, boy, come on over here on Daddy’s lap, hahahah
Pride Month 2023 Day 17
Jake, a dragon-wrangling cowboy, lures dragon!Gyro and dragon!Godot out of hiding by baking a pizza and brewing coffee, respectively. While Gyro munches on the pizza and Godot finishes off the coffee, Jake puts his hat over his eyes and takes a nap, nestled in-between the two scaley beasts.
Don't Cry Over Spilled Coffee...
ʚ No. 19,21,22 ɞ
❥ PAIRING: PERVERTED!GODOT x SHY!READER
❥ GENRE: SMUT
❥ REQUESTED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE
❥ WORD COUNT: 527
❧ ~ SUMMARY: You are prosecutor Godot's assistant. Godot offers you coffee. I think you know where this goes, maybe not.
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ෆ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Nipple play, Hickeys, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.
“Prosecutor Godot?” You whispered, peaking your head out to his office. He looked up from where he was sitting, and you already felt goosebumps. “It’s already one in the morning. Shouldn’t you be at home?” He took a small sip of his coffee. “With a blend like this, how can I get tired?” His lips curved into a sneer, and he then gestured to you to join him. “Have a seat, love.”
First Date With Godot Headcanons GN! SFW
- your first date with Godot is the typical romantic night out
- he picks you up at your place (in like a taxi or via personal driver cause i'm assuming he can't drive anymore if he ever did)
- opens the car door for you cause he's a certified gentleman
- he takes you out for dinner at a pretty fancy place
- wine at the table (if you drink) or sparkling cider if you don't
- of course he's drinking coffee though
- a lot of conversations at the table (minus when the food gets there)
- wants to hear everything you have to say *godot will remember that*
- after dinner you go back to his place (not for that)
- fancy-ass apartment
- you guys just chill out for the rest of the night
- Godot shows you all his different coffee blends
- and all his different coffee pots
- and all his different coffee mugs
- he might even make a blend or two for you to try
- he drops you off at home but doesn't kiss you goodnight on the first date
- doesn't wanna be that guy
- but the second date? shiiieee
- before you go inside you express your gratitude for the night
- Godot shoots you a smirk and promises to take you out again
what do you mean godot hates phoenix??? youre lying look at this canon image
I don't know which story is darker and sicker:
- The story of Nathan Larson or
- The story of sick Nick Bates
I don't work in the fastfood industry because people do not know how to fuckin behave themselves.
men who lean down towards you to listen about what you have to say because of the height difference, but also does it because he loves seeing you get flustered by such a simple gesture.
yes, i am projecting rn .
starts talking about my emotional state with 2 degrees of abstraction instead of 7 and the sniper across the street who i pay to keep me in line fires a warning shot thru my little hoop earring
wait can someone explain what this means to me I really want to know
if i am candid about how i feel i will die like john f kennedy
That post about 30 year old coming of age stories?
I’ve been thinking about it all morning. What would the plot points be for that? What makes a 30 year old coming of age story?
Old folks sound off in the comments
This article about a woman who went on a life changing lesbian cruise.
Rather than beginnings like teenage coming of age stories, a 30's coming of age is about change.
The thing about turning 30 is that you know yourself better, and you are usually just starting to have the means to seek what you want. You have enough life experience to know what you like and don't like. You may have a little disposable income, freedom from family, or finally be treating something like depression.
It isn't like being a teenager where the coming of age is new experiences; it's coming of age in knowing what you want and changing your circumstances. You look around and think, "I want and deserve better than this, and I can do it," and you make the change.
Getting a new job. Going back to school. Dating someone new. Moving somewhere else. Going on a long trip. Trying a new hobby. Or even just dressing differently! There's so many ways this coming of age can occur.
But there are layers to this. Unlike a teenage growing up story where you're writing on a blank slate, a 30's coming of age is turning the page. You might have to do something painful. Quit your job. Break up with someone. Say goodbye to your hometown. There's change. And with that, comes apprehension for the future and grief over the past, but you work through that anyway to seek something better for yourself.
To quote the article above, one of my favorite quotes of all time: "There’s something so deliriously pleasurable in the idea of trusting myself enough to know exactly what I want.”
Oh and by the way. This doesn't just have to be the plot of a book or fic. This can be your life, too. You can always do better.
Getting older isn't bad. Turning 30 isn't the end of your life. Things can be better once you know yourself more and know what you want. Embrace it.
My new favourite game to play in TotK: 'The Floor is Lava'
