#Snarky and Clutch|The BrOtp

[pftones3482]

Our boi Perry

Why I like them: he's the epitome of my favorite character stereotype; snarky, with an absolute heart of gold. Loves his kids so damn much

Why I don't like them: I genuinely don't think there's anything I dislike about him.

Favorite episode: Where's Perry (Both Parts). I just fucking love when the show writers remember that yeah, Perry actually loves his kids and loves being with them. The fact that he carries a photo of the boys around in his hat KILLS me. He's just so soft in this episode, but we also see his prime agent skills. Runner up is Sidetracked.

Favorite season/movie: I think I like him most in season 3. That's where the bulk of his personality really started to shine.

Favorite line: He's a platypus, he doesn't talk (but the part where he mocks Candace after she tosses him out of the house in Oh There You Are Perry) (or the part where Monogram is giving him an assignment but he's just. Fucking doodling Monogram in his notepad) (oh also the little tiny smile he gives Phineas and Ferb in CATU after he's saved them all from the asteroid field)

Favorite outfit: Whatever he had going on in Vannessassary Roughness

OTP: No <3

Brotp: This is evident if you read my fics, but Perry and Candace. I wish they had gotten more interaction in the show. Runner up is ofc Perry and Pinky (Perry and the boys is too easy, had to pick the alternatives here)

Headcanon: Again, if you read my fics, this one's obvious, but I hc that he is Pinky's emergency contact and vice versa, and they look out for each other's kids when one of them has to leave for an extended period of time. Secondary hc (that's not technically a hc cause it's confirmed) is that he's aro/ace

Unpopular opinion: My unpopular opinion will upset the shippers, if that tells you enough

A wish: I really want another Perry and Pinky focused episode in the new seasons. Or a Perry and Candace centric one.

An oh god please don't ever happen: pleasenoperryshmirtzplease

Five words to best describe them: It's right in the song; semi-aquatic, egg laying mammal (of action)

My nickname for them: Can we all agree this is a weird question lmao? I don't have one

Coming in clutch with the asks, as always my friend. Bless <3

[tarnishedhalo]

Favorite pizza toppings? List the top five in order.

A Different Kind of Dev || Accepting

Maybe it’s because Baz’s making small talk, which is really impressive. Getting him to talk at all is like trying to climb Everest with board-shorts and flip flops, an act of futility. Now he could blame the amount of fireball that they’ve consumed over the evening, which he absolutely intends to have his sister cleanse from his system; that much cinnamon is not good for anyone, but especially for someone who isn’t even sure he likes it. He prefers single malt, aged at least ten years, but preferably closer to twenty, twenty-five. But the question isn’t about booze, it’s about food. And Riley is nothing if not a New Yorker. More than that, he’s dyed-in-the-wool a Brooklyn boy. He knows a good pie when he sees it, makes an even better one but nothing can beat his favourite... “First it should be from Grimaldi’s or Julian’s, which to be fair is the same lady that founded them but you know. Brooklyn style crust... which is sorta between thin crust and hand-tossed. Bottom’s dusted with cornmeal. Half mozz, half provolone, light on the sauce. As for toppings? Hell. Okay so... pepperoni, first and foremost. bell pepper, mushroom, black olives, Garlic if I ain’t on a date, basil if I am.” His mouth waters just thinking about it and he can’t help but pull out his cell-phone and calls Julian’s, which had won an award for best pizza in the entire US. “Wha’dda’bout you? You good with those? Want something different? Maybe sausage and onions, extra helping of cheese?”   

[brooklynislandgirl]

Moodboard - duck and mouse

Backbeat, the word is on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall

[drowthelynes]

For the character thingie: ZUKO, Yuri Plisetsky, gamzee, eren jagegaggrr

ILY THANKS

(also listen for the hotness level thing,,,, it’s mostly aesth appreciation but even then, the only men i would ever be attracted to are always 929386% fictional so :P)

Zuko 

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | my pride and joy and everything that is #lit in this world (haha, haha, lit geddit ok nvm sorry lol)hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (kinda gryff too, but i firmly believe he’s a puff at his core)best quality: his loyalty and (holy shit so much) dedication to people and things he cares about, his drive for self-improvement, his mad mimicry skillz, his “dramangst” tendencies (acc it’s not a good thing, but the context for it pertaining to his character development makes my heart literally shrivel up and cry so….)worst quality: his tendency to get carried away with literally anything (it may have lessened when he grew up and went through all that tear-jerking emotional maturation but still. JUST CHILL FOR SOME TIME MAN U DONT GOTTA KEEP PROVING YOURSELF TO EVERYONE FOR EVERYTHING)and???? ya dassit. oh and maybe how he always expresses whatever emotion he cant figure out,,, in anger. i mean, Iroh, dude. i don’t deny zuko was hurting ofc - but even later on it’s just a thing. him getting angry when he can’t figure some feelsy shit out or is lying to himself, not everyone is all understanding like iroh after all so they end up getting kinda hurt (for eg. MAI),(can you tell im projecting here oops)ship them with: WHO D’YA THINK - this brilliant snarky gorgeous idiot with a boomerang aka Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe,,,,,,,,,otherwise i kinda like zukaang and maiko too hahabrotp them with: ayyyy katara, yue, aang, maybe jet!needs to stay away from: hm ozai. durh.misc. thoughts: my heart literally swells whenever i see or hear of him,,,,, *his relationship and dynamic with azula never fails to do my chest a hurt (so i just imagine a lot of fluffy sibling stuff for them to make up)*i basically cry at him interacting with anyone ok he is that precious to me, *UNPOPULAR OPINION: BOOK 1 ZUKO IS HOT, *i relate to him (as well as sokka) a lot, but if we actually met irl, i can guarantee i’d either have a terrible impression of him or like, go ‘hmm seems cool but what is up with the stick in his ass’ - ofc, if we were friends, then this would all be moot.*fem(or just fem-inclined) zuko currently has my bleeding heart clutched in their fiery hand and i’m just thanking them profusely for it (also. they short. like. tiny. chooootu sa. very small.)

Yuri Plisetsky (Yurio)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin (with some puff characteristics) | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: his obsession with animal prints (why child why), HIS AMBITION AND RELENTLESS DRIVE TO LEARN AND IMPROVE HIMSELF (skating and otherwise ok), his ability to withstand humongous amounts of bullshitworst quality: his drive can very easily turn into holding himself to impossible standards (jesus why is he so similar to zuko whatthefuck), ship them with: beka!! but i like them being friends for a long time first ok, like yea sure even after he’s of age and like way past the age or whatever. slow burn bff-to-lover yurabek is the Wholesome Organic Shit™brotp them with: yuuri katsudonki:’), phichit can you imagine the hilarity, beka ofc,needs to stay away from: uh…? idk probably JJ bc yea sure they’re more civil towards each other later on but… they just don’t get along lmaomisc. thoughts: i know the whole running joke abt ‘haaaw poor yura the embarrassed kid third wheeling for the sapfest that is viktor and yuuri’ but honestly??? i feel so much for him lmao*bc even at his biggest moments of victory, he has always been sidelined by Nikiforov and Katsuki: Romantic Bliss At GPF (im only like bitter on his behalf bc otw yall know i love viktuuri ok)*DARK KUBO-SENSEI SHOW ME MORE OF YURA’S HISTORY AND RELATION WITH VIKTOR*i think of him curled up in a gigantic duvet drinking horrifically bitter hot chocolate, beka in shorts and a ratty hoodie beside him sipping on fancyass sweet cold coffee, skyping the nishigori fam (yuuko promptly congratulates yura on his boyf and he just. literally. does a ‘I CANT HEAR YOU- SHUSH BEKA SHE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING’ what a dork) - i am content.*i still want an episode focusing solely on yurio with ALL his guardians - ft. viktor/yuuri as oogie loving parents, HIS GRANDPA PLS, lilia who i love, and yakov who just needs some rest

Gamzee Makara

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | i’d die for themhotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (i…… didn’t wanna give in to the ‘Weed House!!!!!!!!!!!’ cliche, but honestly,,,,,, personality wise also i cant imagine them anywhere else - they’re not that hardworking tho oops, at least not in the conventional way)best quality: the way their can see smth beautiful and worthy in everything, i know it follows the ‘haha stoner’ trope in the comic but srsly,,, their quiet droopy comforting love for people they care about, their fashion sense broooo,worst quality: got subjected to the comic (which was obvs not their fault but yea. worst™ thing to happen to them,) the fanaticism ship them with: TAAAVROS }:0) gamtav is the purest thing brotp them with: karkat obviously, pale gamkar is :’) and alsooo jane (baking buddies!) roxy and dave (baked buddies if ykwim :)) needs to stay away from: haha. cal. cal should just stay away from everybody lmao (and like. caliborn, if extending from that.)misc. thoughts: ok so. they’re agender ok. there are just some characters who are just inherently flung out of the gender binary for me, gamz is one of them (actually a lot of the homestuck characters, esp the aliens)*i’m not even gonna go into how unfairly they were treated throughout - even till the end!!! tf huss i’m fuckingfg coming for you (and for not giving us more rosemary development or a canon davekat kiss even tho it ain’t my main ship OK WOW IMMA STOP NOW BEFORE I - yeah.)*anyway they got out the goddamn corpse fridge and managed to meet goatdad, had some weird redemption/reunion with jane which involved an explosion in the kitchen, had a feelsjam with tavsprite and strangely, kanaya, and etc etc etc *you read the fifth-iteration series. yeah that. all of that. everything in that.*they and GHB would get along better than kurloz and GHB do which is weird bc GHB is literally alternian!kurloz lol (in fact gamzee just. doesnt get along with his bro very well.)*they have a sweet tooth that would give anyone diabetes (john is disgusted. jane understands.)

Eren Jaeger (lov how u spelt his name lolll)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor (i mean ,,,, anything else? nah lmao he is the Perfect Gryff) | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: him being sO,,,, AR I E S, him controlling such an eatable titan (one of my highest aesth crushes, shit), him being such a passionate hothead (toldja, aries), his chemistry with various characters!worst quality: his,,, passionate hotheadness - it comes with an unshakeable side effect of loyalty - he will end up sacrificial crucial things and people just for his friends…. bigger… pi c. tu….re eren…..meri jaan,,,,,ship them with: ehehe, ehehehhehe, ehehehhehehhehe - JEAN KIRSTEIN (i blame and am gr8ful to my friend who introduced me to them), marco bodt (but mostly erejeanmarco…. eremarco is pure thooo), annie leonhart (lol angst ship x’0)brotp them with: oh god, reiner, sasha (my wife), connie (my gr8 friend), marco again, m i k a s a a n d a r m i n, needs to stay away from: hm,,,, idk……….. def bertholt, ?annie as well but….., ok yeah dassit,misc. thoughts:  i Dont Understand E//R//e//R//i wtf??????, eremarcojean is so fucking wholesome and pure and illuminating, erejean’s The Shit srsly (and jean’s not abusive dammit), ya….eren is hinted to be adopted, and of his ancestry originating in Turkey, and that ….. main character’s poc,,,,,,,,but also? he’s always presented as white and german,,, ://// and the show itself has some ,,, themes i’m not ,,comfy with (titans…. you see), and ya….fuck im saying ‘ya…’ a lot pls excuse meeren is a naive motherfucka sometimes,,,,,,, but he is best example for determination,uh yeah dassit p much ehehe,,,,,,,,

[tarnishedhalo]

-reaches out and puts a finger on Beth's arm while continuing to eat his mountain sized bowl of lucky charms-

"Don't make me have to separate you."

[tarnishedhalo]

♣ - Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

The Fight in the Dog || Accepting {also, @ruginite for reasons}

When Riley was a teenager he gave as good as he got, more than once stepping up or stepping in to help someone a little less favoured than he was; mostly his sister, but sometimes a girl who just afraid, a kid getting picked on in the locker room for being different, and just sometimes himself for being a little too Haole for his own good. Maybe it was because of all the years he'd watched helplessly as Beth's mother suffered his father's wrath. For the years after she left that that unslaked rage turned on him and his sister. The reasons didn't really matter, maybe he'd always carried the seeds of anger and destruction in his veins. Later, the Air Force tempered that with discipline. He never really expected to be a doctor like his father or his sister. But he learned how to patch someone up well enough that they could get by, and he was perfectly content to be jumping out of plains and loaded for bear to do just that.

After the Accident though... It's hard to keep everything bottled up. Especially when the victims are kids, are helpless people who maybe deserve better, and it reminds him every time just how much like his father he can be. At the same time, there's something cathartic about beating someone into the ground, the rush of blood over his hands, the ache and the agony that have nothing to do with the pins in his spine or the nerve damage extending down toward the amputation. At over six feet and over two hundred pounds and all of that full of New York Irish spite, Riley tends not to have to worry about being anything less than the last one standing. And when all else fails...well, that's where Beth comes in, right?

Every once in a while though other things bleed through. Other things he can't exactly put his finger on. Guilt. Remorse. Slight sobriety. An emptiness that sits hollow in his chest. He hates those feelings most of all. Like now. Sitting on the floor, his real leg stretched out before him, the fake one bent at the knee and drawn up close. Back against the fridge, head hanging down. He doesn't look. He merely hands the other man a bag of frozen peas. Ignores the wreck the kitchen's in, things that'll get put right when he can find the motivation. A half chuckle rumbles low in his throat. "I'd say...you should see the other guy... but....you know." It isn't an apology. Least not in any shape or form that someone who wasn't Baz would recognise. ~*~

Riley's a beast, and he knows it. Delights in it in a lot of ways. It's only in the denouement that he can see just how bad things are, how fucked up he's been, and only when the 'other guy' is someone that's close enough to him that he can make himself care.

[brooklynislandgirl]

A Walk In The Woods || Accepting @rugini​

pine 🌲 - what’s something you’ve had since you were a child?

“Never been a kid,” Riley says and gulps down the whiskey in his glass. “They grow us in test tubes like we are.”  It isn’t true, he’s fucking with Baz because he can, because he’s uncomfortable with the question. The only thing he has from before he was two is his accent, and a picture of his mother. Well, and his sister. But that hardly counts, does it? She’s a person and not a thing. And almost everything that he had before he was sixteen is still in the jungle hell that is Hawai’i. Well, almost everything. “I got my first guitar when I was ten,” he says and hitches to his feet. He jerks his head toward Baz and leads the way to his room. Like his sister’s, it it is easily the size of any two others in this building, more space than he really needs. Not a single thing is out of place; clothes in his closet or folded neatly in drawers. Certain hair products and a wooden box on his night stand, books held neatly in place by bookends. There’s a series of glass cases on two walls, polished so that they gleam in the lamp light. In each one is a different guitar. Gibsons, Les Pauls, Fenders. The one that sticks out as being unlike the others is a plain faded-in guitar, same pear-shape as most acoustics tended to be.

Riley unlocks the case and pulls it out, heaving it once, twice, before sliding the strap around his shoulder and neck. He takes a seat on the corner of his bed.  “We were too young to really head up to the Ala Moana on our own. I must’a been about ten an’ Beth was five. My ole man an’ her mom were bitchin’ an’ fussin’ with each other per usual so I loaded her up in her red wagon and just took a walk. Had my whole saved up allowance in my pocket, thinking maybe we’d get some shave ice or something, anything to be out of the house. “And a couple blocks down there was a yard sale; probably a sailor or marine gettin’ ready to change duty stations, in hindsight. There was a bunch of stuff that as adults I probably would have been more interested in. But the wife...girlfriend...whatever... she told us to look around, and then offered us one of them push-pops? You know the orange sherbet inside the tube with the skinny plastic handle? “Anyway, I was lookin’ an’ lookin’ and Beth saw some stuffed animal. I think it was a bear, and the lady saw her face and said I could have it for a quarter, so that went into a bag so I could take it home and wash it for her. And then I remember seeing this kid, he must’a been something like seventeen or so, sitting on a lawn chair and just picking away at this. And I think that’s the first time I really connected that people make music, ya know? And I stood there, and stared with this look of awe on my face, ice-cream dripping down my knuckles.” Riley takes a minute to look down and blink something away before playing a few chords. He stops, adjusts the keys and strums again, somewhat satisfied now with the way the strings vibrate, steel and nickle under his finger tips. “Man, I don’t know how long I stood there, kind of mesmerised, but that lady, she comes over and whispers something to the kid. Dunno what exactly she said but he came over, and said that he’d sell it to me for twenty whole dollars. I only had eleven-seventy five.”

Another bout of silence. “They were gone before two weeks had passed, but I had a guitar and a couple lessons under my belt. I think the kid’s name was Erwin or something.”

[tarnishedhalo]

Riley and Baz

A Soundtrack | Accepting

opening credits: Have You Ever Seen The Rain | Creedence Clearwater Revivalmeeting for the first time: Country Boy Things | Cannaan Smithhey, i kinda like you: That’s How We Roll | Florida Georgia Line ft Luke Bryani’m going to kiss you now: Would it Be Wrong | Kolby Cooperfalling in love: In Case You Didn’t Know | Brett Youngyour place or mine:  Shoot Me Straight | Brothers Osbornenaked in bed: Collide | Howie Dayfirst fight: Devil With the Angel Eyes | Royal Blissmaybe we should take a break: Broken Halos | Chris Stapletoni want you back: Every Storm {Runs out of Rain} | Gary Allenwill you marry me: Rest of Forever | Jason Cassidywe’re getting older: Some of It | Eric Churchif you die i’ll go with you: If You Get There Before I Do | Collin Rayeend credits: I Drive Your Truck | Lee Bryce

@rugini

[tarnishedhalo]

ask me meme - He can feel the blood stop dead center heart. Certain of having an actual heart attack if he didn't force it to *move along* a few seconds later. Tell me about your secret crush, he says--fuck Bastian's life. And there's stumbling and false starts but eventually "They like t'cook. Ain't half bad with'a wrench neither. Smart. More n'me n'alotta ways. Better t'look at n'me for sure. Heart in the right place, bu' aggravatin' as fuck sometimes. Wouldn't change 'em for t'world though."

“No, no, no,” Riley leans over. Loses some of his equilibrium as the ballast of whiskey in his system messes with his ability to remain upright. Which means his head lands sloppily on Baz’s shoulder...and stays there, while one hand becomes outstretched in front of both their faces, movements very articulated as long fingers wave haphazardly. “No.”

So at least he’s reaching ~physically and metaphorically~ for something, some stray wisp of thought that seems to be eluding him in the same way good sense has abruptly abandoned Baz. “Not me. Not...best friend. Crush. Like. Someone you’re in love wish.... wi... witttttttttttthhhhhhhhhh. And...And not Beth, dude.”

He smiles, proud that he self corrected his own course with minimum effort. So maybe mixing the Guinness, whiskey, and Irish cream may have been a bad idea, but right now, in this moment, there’s a flood of relief through his system. His spine isn’t trying to peel itself out of his skin. His leg isn’t throbbing like hellfire and he’s pretty sure...“But thanks. I don’ always feel smart, ya know. Not like her. Dad always.. always expected more from her. And you know. You’re a good looking guy. It’s the hair. Always...the hair. You can pull it off. You just.. should smile more.”The hand comes moving in and lands somewhere near Baz’s mouth, and like he’s working with clay or maybe plastique, he’s trying to fix a smile in place. “Makes you feel better, you’re also like...three or four inches taller than like Tony Fuckin’ Stark.”

[tarnishedhalo]

💿

So I made You This CD || Accepting

The Raft Prison Blues

1. White and Nerdy || Weird Al

2. Friendship || Tenacious D

3. That’s How We Roll || Georgia Florida Line

4. Find Out Who Your Friends Are || Tim McGraw ft. Tracy Lawrence

5. Painted Yellow Lines || Dispatch

6. The Stable Song || Gregory Allan Isakov

7. Angela || The Lumineers

8. Lonely Boy || Matt Corby

9. River || Leon Bridges

10. Soul of a Man || David Lindley

11. The Darker Side of Me || Brother Dege

12. Life is a Highway || Tom Cochrane

[tarnishedhalo]

“Can you just /stop/?” 

It came from the Drafts || The Lost Memes “I mean, I could...” Riley’s legs stretch to one side of his chair but his torso and shoulders span the space between its arm and the one belonging to the couch, where Baz is perched. The leer that shapes his face is at best mischievous, at worst is diabolical. Tossing peanuts at the other man, flicking chips, moving his beer just out of reach. Strumming each time Baz looked like he was concentrating or about to speak. Why? Just to mess with him.

“But...well... make me.”   

[tarnishedhalo]

@rugini​  {{xx}} Baz:

Wait for it.      Waaait for it.            Waaaaiiitt for it.                       And the damn busts.

The torrent of words gushing out, made slick by the copious amounts of liquor; and the fact there’s someone here to listen to them now. And listen Bastian does. In so much as he can. Picking up what’s important and letting what isn’t fall through the proverbial cracks. A small mental note to check the elevator the next time he’s here. If the super’s too cheap to fix it, least Baz can do is take a look. If for no other reason than to make things easier his friends. But for now the thought is shelved and he’s back on point. Ignoring the fact he’d just used friend so blatantly. Even if it had just been inside his own head.

                  …..shit just got worse…..

He’s not a soldier, not in the traditional sense. Not in the way Riley was. He’s not been through war. Battle but not war. Not really. Because there is a difference between the two. A difference between what Riley had once done for a living, verses what Bastian does. One for something selfless and the other for something self serving. And unlike Riley, who he’s pretty sure has never been capable of freezing up in his god damn life, Bastian had choked the first time he’d tried to be a guy like Riley. Tried to walk in those righteous shoes. He’d gotten himself buried under hundreds of tons rubble, and were it not for the fact his body had been unbreakable at the time, he wouldn’t be sitting here. And he can’t help but notice the stark difference that separates them.

So in ways he gets the horror you get used too, in a job not everyone’s built for—but not like Riley. Never like Riley. Because Bastian’s job had never been to rescue, but to hunt down. Where Riley had been some kind of winged vengeful comeuppance; Baz is….well he’s not entirely sure what to associate it with so he doesn’t. And dangerous though it might be, he respects the asshole too much to every assume they’re all the same level of horror stories. The same level of what they’ve been forced to stomach.

Whatever had been in that apartment; has shaken the ex-soldier down to the gritty parts of his insides and Bastian isn’t at all sure he wants to hear the rest of this. But he’s going too; because Riley needs him too. And that’s what friends did. They were there for each other in whatever capacity that required. God damn it he’s doing it again. He’s using that word, when he really shouldn’t be.

                  …..Christ….fucking mess.

The movement is slow.  Gaze stuck on a small flaw in the bar counter top. One arm lifting from the knot in front of him, blindly shifting sideways. Because he really doesn’t need his eyes to map out the space between them, the path his hand takes. And maybe it takes longer than it should to reach its goal. Maybe it doesn’t. But that’s hardly important. What is, is the fact the action is taken at all. What is, is that for maybe the first time the distance between them is spanned by Bastian not Riley. A hand settling on the elder man’s shoulder. Firm but nonrestrictive.

And for heart beats, Bastian leaves it there because he doesn’t know what else to do. Doesn’t know what words to use, mostly because there aren’t really words to pick from. And momentarily he is jealous that his mother had always seemed to know what to say. The right choice of phrase to make it all okay. But she’s not here, and Bastian in that regard is nothing like her. So he is reduced to simply this. Whatever this is. Whatever it might or might not do to help; it’s what he’s got. So it happens and he lets it linger.

It would all be so much easier for the telling and the listening if he just reached over. If he opened up his memory and let it all go pouring into the younger man without the words they both struggle with. Everything in its vivid details, from the body, the dogs, the fucking kids. Because Riley doesn’t know how to say them or what words to pick that could convey the deepest horrors; smells and sights and the nightmares that will invariably follow to haunt him literally all the rest of his life, and well into whatever comes next. Because on his own? Riley can’t forget. He can’t drink enough, smoke enough, screw enough to rid himself of the things he experiences on any level, not without cutting those parts out of himself, a psychic surgery that would, even if successful, still leave scars in place of memory. They say power always comes at a price; abomination is his, the burden that rests on his shoulders alone. Which is why he doesn’t let Baz see the worst of it. Man knows and has seen things he isn’t proud of. Things that would raze him down to the soul if he let it. But this? This is something else entirely and he won’t do it, just as he won’t even mention word one of it to his sister. It would destroy her in a way that was so thorough, so completely, that he might never be able to fix her, and not because she’s some fragile little thing. If anything, tiny as she is, his sister is indestructible in comparison to him. But her soul is pure. It still holds onto its innocence and once that’s stripped of her, she’ll never be the same. He scours at his face with one hand, gulps down his drink with the other. For all that he tells in drips and drabs, his eyes remain dry. Distant. Dull. A sort of minor separation of emotional Church and State as it were, something he holds onto as hard as he can. Uses clinical terms every time he can get away with it. Minimizes the true depth of deprivation and the effect it has on still living creatures, of instincts that promote survival at all costs, of everything that doesn’t paint the fullest picture because he can’t. He cannot look it in the eye without pieces of him chipping off. “So then we had to call in OCFS...” He doesn’t know what will happen to the kids.  It’s better if he doesn’t. “And animal control.” He does know what’s going to happen to them. And wishes he didn’t. Shoulders that are like mountains, strong and broad and stiff as though steel were laced through them. Skin and muscle and bone that neither gives nor bends is what that hand finds. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t shrug it off but instead adds the weight and the grab to the world he already carries on them. Neither does he look side ways to take the kid’s face into view. He knows better than to do that. Introverts startle easy and what Baz is doing is offering human compassion, commiseration that is almost always in short supply these days. And by not making an issue out of it, he’s welcoming it. He’s building trust that it’s okay to do again, though for both their sake he hopes neither have to. In the silence that follows, Riley gathers a breath but doesn’t take it down into his lungs. Instead he lets it puff out his cheeks, then blows it out slowly with an almost inaudible sound, not quite a whistle not quite anything else. Takes yet another gulp and closes his eyes. Raises a hand and lifts it to the back of his neck, scratches at his scalp with an idle thumb. Eventually he rolls the muscles of his shoulders, upper back and neck, not bothering dislodging Baz’s hand. He can hear every creak, every pop, every sound his body makes in protest. He doesn’t loosen up much. “So yeah,” he says, his voice cavernous as hollow earth. “That was my day. What about yours?”

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lilxlionxman  answered:

[ Text : Duck ] didnt hve 2 cum asshole [ Text : Duck ] its jst a re-knew drivers test [ Text : Duck ] not fuckin directors review.

{Text: Mouse} I think that was the exact point I was trying to make. {Text: Mouse} But you made it sound like life and death. {Text: Mouse} I mean we *could* arrange that. Hey. Do you think if we pissed Hill off enough, we could make off with Phil’s arm before they caught us at the front desk?

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@lilxlionxman {continued from XX} [ Text : Duck ] Me [ Text : Duck ] When u show up on my doorstep at 3am [ Text : Duck ] Trippin on air & callin me something I cant say let alone spell.

{Text: Mouse} It’s called Gaelic, B. The tongue of my ancestors. {Text: Mouse} And I brought you donuts! It wasn’t like I showed up empty handed. {Text: Mouse} And I wouldn’t have had to wake you if you’d not moved the spare key. That’s just rude. {Text: Mouse} IS that what you are now, Rudeness?

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Pro- No filters, no masks, no social expectations. Con- keepin' it a secret cuz I ain't that kinda dick.

Pros and Cons || -

“You know. I may fuckin’ regret asking this question, and it’s probably way beside the point, but like…what kind of dick do you think you are? I mean…like…” And he can’t keep a straight face. The smile starts pulling at the corner of his mouth as he slants Baz that one particular look.

None of this comes as a real surprise, it’s just they have an unspoken agreement that they don’t talk about it. Not on missions, not on the ride home, not once they get there and Beth makes a fuss over them.

“And here was me thinking…the biggest con would be us getting murdered in our sleep by her. Or the goddamn cat.”They both know that part isn’t a joke. Riley reloads his rifle.“C’mon. We still have three halls to sweep. You can tell me on the way.”

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-mouth twitch with nearly non existent ‘huh’-

~slings an arm around B’s neck and raises a brow~ You know its true, however much you deny it.