Can't Stop Thinking Of Domestic Ghost Learning How To Crochet After He Sees You Practicing, Large Scarred,

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

Question for the next part

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

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

all i want is to be skinny and play sims 4. why os life so hard ngl 😭

Jason Code I

aka when what he says isn’t what he means

“You’re alright?” = he’s not asking if you’re okay he’s asking whats wrong

“You wanna come?” = please go with me

“I’m fine” = i’m irritated

“I’m okay” = ptsd triggered

“You’re good” = i’m here

“Whatever” = yeah, that’s completely fine

Worst (amazing omg) financial decisions were made today

(I don’t have a vinyl player…. :/)

To all new Ghost fans

Because I feel like a dad.

It's perfectly fine if you got into Ghost because of TikTok.

It's perfectly fine if your favorite song is Mary on a Cross.

It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Ghouls apart.

It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Papas apart.

It's perfectly fine if you're a bit lost and confused about the lore. We all are.

It's perfectly fine not to know everyone's identities.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to know everyone's identities.

It's perfectly fine if you can't get/afford any merch.

It's perfectly fine if you can't afford to go to a ritual.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to go to a ritual.

It's perfectly fine to interact with other Ghesties. Don't be scared of us. The majority of us are chill.

It's perfectly fine to ask for song recommendations.

It's perfectly fine to have your own theories and headcanons, as weird and unhinged as they might be. It's Ghost. They do weird shit, too.

It's perfectly fine to discover new artists through Ghost.

It's perfectly fine to be confused about things. Everyone is.

Ghost is supposed to be fun. So have fun, damn it.

- Jez

Having ur main emotional response be crying is so embarrassing like ill be trying to explain why im mad or ill try having a serious convo abt smthn that upsets me and ill start crying like a baby and i have to like turn around and go “i am not crying 4 pity or to emotionally manipulate u im crying cuz im a little bitch, give me a sec”

When the big evil scary monster pauses and starts to observe you out of curiosity, gently grabbing your chin and turning it side to side to look at you. Soon moving down to your hands to observe how small they are against its own.