rainbow money

Reminder that Simon has a grandmother who plays cards, tells inappropriate jokes at parties, and wants people to eat more cake. Also that they don’t really know the other exists (though she suspected there was a child). And he also has an uncle?? I’m so curious about the Salisbury family.

Domestic Drabbles - 4: Two Couches and A Turtle

Wow, I’ve been on a roll! Presenting part 4 of Domestic Drabbles :D

This one was inspired by real life events with my husband. Because we fight about couches. 

And shoutout to my amazing beta and support and BESTIE, @baz-n-simon :D


Simon

It wasn’t my idea to buy two sofas. There was absolutely no point when the one we have is perfectly comfortable and spacious. But Penny insisted.

Simon,” she had said, rolling her eyes at me when I questioned her at the furniture shop. “As much as I love sitting right next to you and Baz while you two snog your faces off, I really think that buying another couch would be a good idea.”

But, Penny—

No ‘buts’, Simon. We’re buying another couch.”

I didn’t argue with her further at the time, but now I wish I had.

Baz glares at me from across the room as I adjust my legs on the sofa. He’s curled up on the new couch, on the other side of the living room, in a pile of blankets that I threw on him earlier, and only his head and his book are peeking out from it. He looks like a turtle; a very irritable one.

“Honestly, Snow,” he says, snapping his book closed. “There’s room for both of us to sit over here.”

“Baz, it’s a loveseat.

“Obviously, Snow.”

“With my wings and your ten blankets, there’s no way we can comfortably sit over there. Plus” —I gesture at the space next to me— “there’s more room over here.”

Baz rolls his eyes. “That couch sits directly in front of the sun. And you know I—”

“—get sunburns. Yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand at him nonchalantly, and he scoffs and glares at me again.

“I need these blankets because I’m cold.”

“You wouldn’t be cold if you sat over here.”

Baz narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say. “Sunburns.”

He rolls his eyes again, and shifts further into his blanket pile. “I’m not moving.” His stare is challenging.

I shrug. “Fine.”

Baz cocks his eyebrow, then shakes his head and opens his book.

This is why I dislike the whole ‘two sofas’ thing. It’s a never-ending argument over who will move when we want to sit together. Baz seems to live in his blankets, and my wings are too bulky, which makes our original couch perfect. It’s comfortable and can easily fit five people. Penny’s loveseat is just too small. But Penny placed it in the darkest corner of the living room, and Baz immediately started sitting there. I scoffed at this. Typical vampire.

When the room becomes too quiet, I stare over at Baz. He seems somewhat flustered and still irritated, and he keeps grumpily pushing his hair out of his face. I grin and stand up. He glances at me and catches my eye, watching me as I walk over and stop in front of him.

“You look like a turtle.” I say, pushing a few strands of his hair behind his ear and grinning even more.

“I hope you didn’t come over here just to insult me,” he says, but he just seems flustered instead of angry. I then move over some of the blankets and sit awkwardly by his feet. I move my wings around, folding them a few different ways, but nothing seems to work.

“Here, Snow,” Baz says, sitting his book on the side table. He pulls off his blankets, props up his knee, and lets his other leg hang off the side. “Come here.”

I grin at him again. I do that a lot; grin at Baz. I move over and sit by his knee, laying down sideways against his chest and propping my feet on the edge of the loveseat. He pulls one blanket over me and one around his shoulders, then pushes my wings to lay up against the back of the couch.

“Comfortable now?” He asks, looking down.

“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. He puts his hand in my hair and pulls through it gently.

“Good,” he says. “But I’m not. So when the sun goes down, we’ll sit on the other couch.”

I look up and smile at him. “Yeah?”

His eyes are shining, as bright as grey can, and he kisses me.

Suddenly a door shuts, and Penny walks into the room. She’s staring at us intently, her eyes fierce and her mouth in a frown. She walks towards the front door and grabs her purse from the coat rack.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To get another fucking sofa.”


(1)(2)(3)(5)(6)(7)(8) - (ao3)

This is what I’m talking about when you see all these girls on here wanting to get into sex work because they think it’s as easy as lying on their backs.

I had a girl come and work in my escort agency recently and she was completely new to the business. She wanted to get into it because her friend escorts and she wanted to dabble in the flashy lifestyle.

Anyway, her expectation was to be a “platonic” escort. 🙄Her service was so restricted that she only booked like two calls in a day and needed at least 2 hours to recover from an appointment. Needless to say, she did not last very long.

Listen, ladies — this shit is not easy. Stop letting the images of luxury make you think that sex work is all sunshine and rainbows and stacks of money and Chanel bags. If you have a problem being sexual, have internalized whorephobia, or lack street smarts and are just straight up naive, you will not go far, at all. Remember this before you send a sex worker a question on here being like “I wanna make tons of money like you but I don’t want to do any of the stuff you do but pls help me anyway.” You’re minimizing the effort it takes to do our jobs. There’s a difference between trying it out after doing your research and being willing to grind with realistic goals in mind, and just winging it then becoming disappointed because you believed the bullshit stories on here and it wasn’t as flashy and easy as you thought it would be.

pages 259 261 and 262 - sometimes, I like to pretend I’m not attached to floor with a chain and the dungeon I’m in isn’t just a room with a single door set high up on the wall. I like to pretend I am free to walk around and explore, and one day while pushing my fingers between two rocks something gives and a section of stone pulls away to reveal the entrance to a hidden labyrinth. I would walk down the dark path heedless of danger, thinking anything is better than sitting in one spot for eternity. Carefully making my way through the maze I would eventually find the end and my just reward. This one says money, but I’m thinking maybe a shower and sunlight and/or freedom. And if there’s a case of mineral and vitamin rich health shakes that will stop my body from disintegrating, all the better.

howdy friends! i am completely broke which is extra terrible during the holiday season ;7; i need to replace my printer very badly and also really want to be able to buy by mom and datemate (and possibly even my friends) christmas presents!!!

as such i’m looking to take commissions for the first time in 10 million years. i specialize in character portraits ;v; here’s the link to my price sheet! [x]

and, if you’re looking for christmas presents as well, i have an etsy that specializes in cute accessories like buttons, stickers, keychains and coin purses! [x]

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