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[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

How do you think Will and Henry even met. Like how did they go from "hey let's start a business together" to "i'm going to murder you and enjoy it"

OK ive talked about this before but not in a while. I think they met at a College part Henry was forced to go to by his coursemates.

Context about Bill here is that he's always been very good at getting people to do what he wants. He's charming and confident and (in college at least) happy so people just kinda bend to his will, y'know.

The first thing Henry told him was to fuck off. And that didn't desuade Bill at all- he saw forming a relationship with him as a test of his ability to manipulate people- it's only when they were already buddies he found out how just god awful down bad he was for the guy. Like he was obsessed from day 1, it's over time that it morphs into jealousy: after the springlock incident specifically it get's spiritual.

Henry fell in love with Bill while they were working on a robotics project together in the 60s. Henry's arospec to me, though, and he's got that fragile type of masculinity where having an emotion as foreign and vunerable as love for the first time freaks him out and he bottles it HARD. Most of the time it manifests as violence (becuase that's something he's very familiar with). The fact he's in denial about being gay doesn't help.

Another thing about them is that they are, at the end of the day, incredibly fucking similar. And the closer they get the more easy it is for both of them to recognise that. This leads to them:

A. seeing each other as the only other person on their level. They're both generally strange in regards to viewing people other than themselves as sentient- so finding another guy that really GETS them shakes up some of their pre-established notions about their lives.

B. Fucking despising each other. It's like having the whole of your soul reflected back at you. It's tough, especially for two people who are allergic to self reflection. It makes Bill's fluctuating emotions worse and it makes Henry wanna kill him real bad so he doesn't have to deal with it. This aspect specifically gets more interesting the longer they're around.

Anyways enough yapping. I like them.

[fandombrainrotwithmori]

I might be cooking up something…

@ultramarinaa’s Champion lives rent free in my head. I might actually have a problem…

Anyways, look at this sweet boy (and please ignore the mess on my desk, thanks). Ain’t he pretty? I think he is. Would you believe me if I told you the hardest part is making his glasses?

This is what three hours of work, some air drying clay, and an awful lot of tiredness looks like: a cat. It is currently 1:59 am. I am a mess, but I always am.

Fun fact I planned on making him be in another position but I wholeheartedly forgot. It’s not even a joke.

OH! One more thing before I go, @thebreadmantm’s Champion sculpture fully made my brain decide to do this. Your creation is absolutely beautiful and so is your art. Looking at it makes me immeasurably happy. Go check out her blog! -Mori

[yesornopolls]

do you know a trans person in real life?

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Move aside swagless boutta get a new Wizard’s Staff that comes loaded with spells like “open locked doors” and “dismantle car”

[thebibliosphere]

I'm writing a bigger post about my experience with the new PT yesterday (my head's still full of fog), but aside from being a generally positive experience where my pain was kept to a minimum and she let me guide the intensity of the session, it was also a relief to finally be around someone who understood EDS and wasn't afraid to explicitly roll her eyes at the gatekeeping that goes on with diagnosing people.

We talked briefly about how POTS isn't officially in my health partners file because I "don't meet the criteria" (diagnosis requires a change in the heartbeat of over 30bpm. Mine presented as 29 the one time they tested me while I wasn't in a flare. lol, lmao even.)

But specifically, we were talking about how I don't always present as typically EDS either because I've grown increasingly stiff in parts of my body, and without missing a beat, she said, "Of course you are; pain stiffens the body. It's an inflammatory response."

Like it was the most obvious thing to her and not something I'd need to hedge my way around explaining lest I become An Annoying Patient.

She then went on to detail how a lot of patients referred to her by rheumatology for fibromyalgia are actually hypermobile and are likely good candidates for hEDS screening, but because they're "stiff," they're being missed. But it's not like you, a lowly PT, know better than a rheumatologist (who shouldn't really be diagnosing EDS because it's not a rheumatic disorder), so the patient goes on not getting the full extent of the help they need.

And I remember how it was taking everything in me at that moment to just not to just cry with relief because oh my god. You. You get it.

[ramvur]

did this lil trend

[doodleisdead]

Gay cat has a mental breakdown

But make it

✨Angelic✨

[catlaila]

kevin day fumbling bad bitch after bad bitch omg i would be sick to my stomach. kevin how do you live with yourself knowing you had an opportunity with jean moreau and LOST IT????

[kaleidoscopiccc]

do you think ocean was worrying about how she had to get home soon because there was school tomorrow as she boarded the cyclone? do you think constance was super excited about finally going on her favorite ride after looking forward to it the whole day and the choir just went along with it because she wanted to so bad? do you think mischa was reaching out for his phone that was falling out of his pocket as he fell to his death in one final desperate attempt to contact talia? do you think ricky wished he could scream more than he ever had before as he watched the girl sitting next to him's head fly off? do you think in his final moments noel was worrying about his mom and how she would have no one left if he died? do you think ocean was the first one to notice how something was wrong with the track and could only listen as her choirmate's screams of joy became screams of fear? do you think about how hard mr and mrs blackwood probably cried when they found out their baby girl was dead? do you think that was mischas first time on a roller coaster? do you think about how ricky died the youngest of them all, having turned 17 only 3 months earlier? do you think constance was gripping the hem of her skirt, like she does in the show, as the cart was flying off the tracks out of pure adrenaline? do you think penny had brought ezra with her and he was on the ground, watching the ride his sister was on break and kill everyone in it? do you think he was desperately trying to tell the medics that the unidentified body was his sister and they brushed him off because of his age? do you think constance was laughing as she fell to her death, more focused on the beautiful sunset and memories than she was on her imminent doom? do you think about how because of the canadian school schedule, that was literally only their second week of senior year? do you think constances baby brother was scared when his big sister just stopped coming home one day? do you think about how mischa's final text to talia was probably a good night text and she slept through the love of her life's death, only to see no new messages from him when she woke up and "rest in peace" comments all over his social medias? do you think ocean was stressing about a quiz they had at school the next day in the moments before the cart derailed? do you think rickys cats felt his absence after he died and just knew something bad had happened to him? do you think, as he bled out, mischa was smiling because he would finally get to be with his mom?

[bugswarm]

Stealing this idea from the last post I reblogged since it was from the pre-poll days

As always, reblog this so we can get better data

[cosmicwhoreo]

hear me out-

[lil-brrat]

You ever wonder about the way my pussy would look spreading and stretching around your cock???

[mediumgayitalian]

Will wakes up sometime around two, stumbling over to Arts & Crafts. He looks so incredibly, adorably sleepy, face creased with pillow marks and hair sticking out everywhere even worse than usual, that Nico can’t help his smile.

“Morning,” he says quietly, shifting over in the bench to make room. “Or, well, afternoon.”

“Mmfh,” Will responds. He sways on his feet, eyes still closed, so Nico has reach back and take his hand, guiding him to the seat Nico cleared for him.

“Still sleepy?”

Instead of answering, Will slumps onto his shoulder. Nico tenses for a moment, but quickly relaxes — Will is out of it. He’s a heavy weight on Nico’s side, and his breath comes out in little puffs; he’s halfway to snoring. He sets aside the clay sculpture he was making, wiping off his hands, and shifts slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable, sliding his hands in Will’s hair. After a quick glance to double check that no one’s around, he cards through the matted curls, carefully untangling the birds nest that sits currently upon his head.

“Night shift was long?”

Will groans, nuzzling deeper into Nico’s neck. Nico huffs, allowing it, turning his half-limp body so he’s practically sitting on top of him. It’s kind of a nice weight, actually. And Will is warm, slumped and half-sprawled in his lap like a freckly blanket.

“Got thrown up on three times.”

It takes Nico a second to decipher the words, mumbled as they are. His finger gets caught in a strand of Will’s hair as he winces, tugging a touch too hard. Will shivers.

“Oof.”

“Mhm. Shouldn’t complain, though. Not Cecil’s fault.” He pauses. “Well, it’s a little his fault. I told him not to mess with Billie’s garden.”

Nico smiles. “You know, it’s not the first time a Hermes kid has been poisoned for their dumbassery. You could’ve left his cabin to handle him.”

“They would do a horrible job. They might actually make him worse.”

“Yep.”

“…I can’t leave him to suffer, Neeks.”

“Hero complex,” Nico teases. “Sounds like a natural consequence to me.”

“Shhhh. I’m sleeping.”

“It’s two thirty in the afternoon, Solace.”

“Pot, kettle, et cetera.”

Nico smiles. “Only dorky people say et cetera when they’re half asleep.” He shifts, accepting that he has a lapful of head medic, now, no refunds or exchanges. It’s still, somehow, very comfortable — he feels as if he’s laying in a sun patch, under a warm, heavy blanket. Plus, Will smells like strawberries and lavender and his sandalwood shampoo. Nico could get used to it.

He does, however, subtly raise a couple skeleton to stand guard outside the gazebo — no need to get anyone gossiping. As cute as a sleepy Solace is, Nico can and will shove him to the ground the second anyone gets too close. He has a Reputation.

(He is a liar.)

“Did I miss the strawberry coffee cake this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Aw.”

Nico hums, untangling the last of his hair. Without anything for his hands to do, he slides them under Will’s hoodie, resting them in his stomach, ignoring his whining and exaggerated shiver at Nico’s ice-cold hands.

If Nico is going to function as his personal bean-bag chair, Will is going to function as his space heater. Fair’s fair.

“Saved a piece for you, though.”

He feels Will’s grin more than sees it, twisted up as they are. He feels his happy little wiggle, too, arms flailing before wrapping around Nico’s waist, thighs shifting before re-bracketing his hips.

“You’re my actual favourite.”

“Hm. I think you say that to all the boys you save you strawberry cake and let you nap on them.”

“Nah.” Will’s breathing starts to slow, body stilling as he rests his head right about Nico’s heart. He can feel his puffs of breath in his collarbone, tickling the skin under his thin t-shirt. “Just you.”

Nico flushes, more pleased than he’s willing to admit, and rests his chin on his head, watching over the strawberry fields. He checks that Will is actually asleep, and when he is, he presses a quick, darting kiss to his still-creased cheek, and smiles.

“You’re my favourite, too.”

[flowersforfrancis]

Yes. Don’t we all?

[capseycartwright]

even though christopher isn’t quite talking to his dad yet do you think he woke up today and realised eddie would be alone on july 4 and so he texts buck and is like. hey can you look after my dad tonight he really hates fireworks. and buck is on the way to eddies anyway and he chokes up a bit when he reads the text message but he promises chris he’ll look after eddie and when he gets to eddies house buck shows him christophers message and eddie cries his poor wee heart out because even when he’s mad, his son loves him so much. and buck turns on a dumb kids film and cranks the sound and they build a blanket fort and buck sends the picture to christopher and reassures him that eddie is ok and he’s wearing earplugs and the fireworks aren’t too bad that year. do you ever think about that.