part 1. part 2

Okay so you guys know those projectors that kinda illuminate the whole room to make it look like space or underwater. Okay yeah think about that

Kyle and Johnny don’t make a big thing of it. That would ruin it.

A week after their museum trip the pair comes back one afternoon with a box that maybe they are too excited about, Kyle far too casual about it, Johnny grinning like he’s about to burst.

“Picked something up,” Johnny says, kicking the door shut behind them. “Thought ye might like it… seein’ how you liked the jellies and well… You’ll see…“

Simon eyes the box like it might explode. Suspicion first, but he doesn’t say no.

They set it up on the dresser while Simon pretends to flip through a book. Kyle fiddles with the settings, stars, the slowest rotation, soft blues bleeding into purples, and when Johnny finally turns off the main light, the room changes completely. The ceiling blooms into constellations, drifting and slow, like the night sky has learned to breathe.

Simon exhales, eyes following the drifts of purples and blues, the first time his shoulders have dropped all the way down that Kyle’s definitely ever seen.

That night, he leaves it on.

And the next.

And the next.

It turns out, quietly, almost embarrassingly, that it’s the best sleep he’s had in years. No sharp shadows. No stark dark. Just movement slow enough that his brain just… is quiet. Just light gentle enough that his thoughts don’t spiral.

He starts bringing the space book to bed.

At first he reads alone, propped against the headboard, stars drifting over his hands, over the black ink on white pages and photographs of Jupiter’s moons.

Then Johnny wanders in one night with a mug of tea, sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed like he belongs there. Kyle follows not long after, leaning back against the pillows, shoulder brushing Simon’s.

Simon doesn’t tell them to leave.

He reads aloud when Johnny asks "what’s so interestin’.” His voice is low, steady, careful with the words. They talk about it. About how light bends. About how long it takes signals to reach Earth. Kyle asks good questions. Johnny asks stupid ones just to hear Simon explain, and Simon… does. Patient. Engaged. Alive in a way none of them have ever seen in the field.

The stars drift. The book slowly falls away. Someone’s breathing evens out.

In the early hours of the morning, Price passes the room and stops short.

The door is cracked just enough to spill soft light into the hall. He looks in and finds them tangled together in sleep, Johnny half-sprawled, Kyle slumped comfortably against the headboard, Simon in the middle, book fallen open against his chest, projector painting galaxies over all three of them.

Price wouldn’t admit to the gentle smile that softens his face.

He reaches out, closes the door with meticulous care, and walks away like this is exactly how things are supposed to be.

Thank you, @callsign-selkie for the tag, I love doing these things.

1) Origin of Username?

- I like cigarette play, and I have an unhealthy attraction towards Kate Laswell. It started as a joke that I always intended to change, but now it’s a crucial part of this blog.

2) I will always order this food

- Spoons brownie. I could wax poetic about it; it’s so good it borders on sexual. The noises I have made biting into one of those things should get me arrested.

3) Overused Emoji

- 🫡 He’s my go to response for everything.

4) Current Favourite Book/Movie/Show.

- I’m the Trainspotting guy. Sorry, those books are viscerally disgusting, and they’re so good. I also need to read The Long Walk because my Grandmother bought me a hardcover copy for Christmas. Movie? You’re getting five, and I won’t explain. Heat, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Tombstone, Real Genius and The OG Muppets Movie. The Penguin is the show that’s been lingering on my mind for months, God bless Clancy Brown.

5) Song on Repeat?

- Soul Driver by Springsteen or Mother by Danzig.

6) Last thing you hyperfixated on?

- Top Gun has me by the nipples right now, but COD and DC are always lingering, peering over my shoulders.

7) Oddly specific things that brings you joy?

- Watching my Gran giggle like a kid at something unintentionally funny I said. How annoyed my brother gets at the simple phrase “train station”. Watching two grown-ass men break into giggles at the word cheddar. Orca’s sleepy Marlon Brando face.

8) Phone wallpaper?

- Catwoman licking Batman’s face and one of the Ghouls from Ghost.

9) Smell that makes you happy?

- Perfume/aftershave mixed with the faint smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. Mango scented lipbalm. The smell of a menthol vape in the winter cold.

10) Morning/Night/Other?

- Night. Everything’s chill, spend some time with people, then I get my mandatory alone time hours.

11) Work Profession?

- Unemployed but volunteering at a foodbank so as not to be useless.

@romanroysbf @conner-kents-leather-jacket @lialucis @nothinthebible idk if any of you have already done this lmao

Hey…you know how wolf pups stay in the den for safety….

Well, imagine werewolf!ghost who doesn’t realize why he can’t sleep properly at night, sleeping in short moments before startling awake every hour.

He has no idea why he likes to crawl into tight spaces or sleep with a blanket over his head. Just that there’s something wrong he can’t describe.

Imagine him staying at your place, and experiencing a weighted blankets for the first time. You knew werewolves liked the weight, but ghost love’s it. He caries it wrapped around him around the house, becoming oddly defensive without it.

So…you bring down the proper weighted blankets from storage. The ones that you struggle to carry, designed for supernaturally strong beings. Ghost lights up when he sees them, and if his tail were out it would be wagging.

Imagine ghost curled up in your living room smothered under what must be five hundred and some pounds of weighted blankets, half-shifted with the little tip of his tail poking out and thumping the floor.

This is what ghost was missing. Firm pressure, a dark space, warmth. Like a den, pressing down on his wolf instincts until he feels safe.

He gets the best sleep in years under those blankets.

scrolling through my inbox on the desktop website always amazes me bc suddenly there are so many asks.

Like I rarely use my laptop for Tumblr anymore bc I just use my phone cuz it’s easier. But holy shit idk why my app only shows like the most recent asks and some sporadic ones.

anyway I’m not ignoring any of them I promise. including the ones that are months old I’m just an eepy girl with lots of ideas and crazy notes in my notes app but the motivation of an overachiever with adhd… even though this hobby is for fun 🧍‍♀️

While I work on part 11, here’s a bit of backstory about Soap and Ewan

price’s got some slutty glasses. not exactly slutty, more like grandpa glasses, but he makes them look so good. specially when they keep sliding down his nose as you fuck yourself dumb by riding his cock. your fingers pushing them up so he can admire you properly.