#about marli

[trevination]

sink to black from blue (a marlie drabble)

(for those sadly uninformed, marlie is micah foster/charlie torres-moore aka trevor & josh’s greaser characters who are basically our ocs <3) (just scroll the #marlie tag on my blog lmao

inspired by this post! canon universe, post-rumble! shout out to @elisadoreyou & @wassupmygays creating these guys with u have been so fun omg

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Micah winced at the alcohol sting. The cut on his temple was nasty, probably could use a stitch or two. The thought was almost funny ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t have enough money to afford stitches. It’d leave a tough scar. Good.

“I said I’m fine, okay? This ain’t my first rumble,”

Charlie’s face was pinched tight, lips pressed in a thin line. He was kneeled in front of the toilet, where Micah was leaned over himself. One hand on Micah’s knee with his thumb rubbing back and forth.

He hissed at the next sting. It did nothing for his bitch of a headache.

The rumble did a number on him, he’ll admit it. He could hold his own fine — more than fine. And he did— but those football Socs could throw a hard punch. It made something rough boil in the pit of his stomach.

“Don’t care. You shouldn’t go out getting all hurt like this.”

It felt like a stab to his pride. He’s been doing this for seventeen years— yearly eighteen. He can handle himself. He don’t need taking care for.

“I fight, Charlie, that’s what I’ve always fucking done. I don’t need a babysitter,” He bit it out in quick barks. Everything felt red and hot.

“That’s not—”

“I’ve done this a million times alone—” He tried to swat the bottle out of Charlie‘s hand, but Charlie pulled away quick. It just made him madder. “And I don’t need someone to fucking lick my wounds for me.”

“That‘s not what I’m trying to do!” Charlie snapped back. Blood rushed in Micah’s ears. He could feel the anger on face through heat and the strain on his scraps. It burned

“It fucking feels like it,”

“I’m trying to help, okay?”

Micah couldn’t even process the sweep of desperation in Charlie’s tone before the dam burst.

“I don’t need help, damn it!” He was too loud, he was gonna wake the kids up. Fuck. “I’ve been out in Tulsa my whole damn life, and y'know who looked out for me? No one. I sure as hell don’t need someone to act like I’m some baby! You weren’t out there fighting with me so you can fuck off trying to help now!”

He knew he didn’t mean the words as soon as he said ‘em. Charlie didn’t need to fight in that rumble. He didn’t think he wanted him to. That night was ‘bout the bloodiest night that he’d seen in a long time. He gets why. Ponyboy and Johnny Cade’s face are still circling the papers every morning, calling for their arrests. Those Socs aren’t letting ‘em go for nothing.

He didn’t want Charlie caught up in that at all.

The blood in his ears and pounding in his head was so loud, Charlie had to squeeze his knees for Micah to realize he’d been talking.

His jaw was set hard and his eyes were so damn sure. But trying to get through a brick wall with words did nothing. Something inside of Micah ached. Was that all he was now?

“I ain’t a fighter, Micah,”

He swallowed hard. He hadn’t met what he said. “I don’t need you to be one, Char. You just—”

“No, look, I— I don’t get this fighting stuff. I wasn’t raised with it, I’ve never fought a fight like— like that shit in my life, okay? That’s not ever in the cards. I’m useless right now and seeing you all beat and bruised makes me feel sick or somethin’. I gotta…” He swallowed thickly and the frustration on his face broke into something raw. His breath trembled. “I gotta do something to help. I can’t fight and I care about you so—”

They both paused at the confession. Charlie’s brown eyes were wide and Micah was sure his were too.

What’s been going on between ‘em hasn’t necessarily been left unaddressed, but it’s been left unspoken. They both know. It’s obvious as hell to the both of ‘em. It hasn’t been spoken not because of fear, but survival.

“I know,” Micah whispered, almost a croak. Hope sparked to life in Charlie’s eyes. “I do, too, I…”

He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what he could say without crossing some unspoken line.

Micah has only focused on the important things— his family and their survival. That’s the whole point of his fighting, his work, his life. He’s never wanted. Not like this. Not in such a selfish, indulgent way that feels like something stabbing through his heart.

Nothing else could be said from him.

Charlie smiled tentatively. There was something fragile in the air.

“Just let me do this.” He whispered. “For me. Seeing you like this all alone makes my heart feel like it was in that rumble, too.”

Charlie’s eyes practically pleaded with his resolve. He wanted to shut the door in his face and gasp through the pain and slip into bed next to his siblings and pretend like nothing hurt until he couldn’t anymore. He was used to being alone. What was one more night?

But another part, something so deeply pushed down, he barely even knew it was there— longed. For Charlie’s smile, his touch and soft hands on his face, his lips on his head, whispered words only the two of them knew. It was a terrible part of him but Charlie didn’t care.

So. Against all his seventeen years of fighting, Micah let his wall break down and he nodded.

“Thank you,” He croaked. He wasn’t going to cry, but the emotion was there all the same.

Charlie’s smile was gentle, so sure, so caring. He could tell Micah all the world would be fine and he’d believe him. He picked the bottle of alcohol up off the floor and raised a hand to Micah’s cheek.

His palm was soft. It just grazed against his face, but for once, Micah let himself lean into the touch until Charlie’s hand cupped his cheek. Charlie rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone. His dark eyes reflected the bathroom lights.

God, Charlie could break open Micah’s every defense and he doesn’t even know if he could put up a good fight.

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered back into Micah’s eyes. His lips parted— and he picked up the wash rag.

[tiger-balm]

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[savannahwiththegreenest-eyes]

if I had a nickel for every time there was a lesbian character with the last name Blackwood who ( nearly) died in one of my favorite musicals I would have two nickels but it’s weird that I can probably even add more details and it still happened twice

[spiderziege]

my general desire to not know any personal info about any cc ever is made so difficult by the fact that i feel like every single thing etho ever says on stream will show up on my timeline in multiple clips and academia-worthy analysis posts

[defensivelee]

God's high, sky high

[goldensunset]

drawing lauriam is dangerous bc i always gotta listen to music associated with a certain character when i draw them but if i listen to lord of the castle i start vibrating and bouncing off the walls before collapsing in a puddle sobbing

[holly-mckenzie]

LEVERAGE S4.E7 “The Grave Danger Job” (2011) dir. by John Harrison ALEX RIDER S3.E7 “The Shot” (2024) dir. by Brian O'Malley

[agena87]

Local farmgirl plays dress up and poses for famous photographer older sibling.

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Mission Not Getting Obsessed With New Girlie: failed. Consequences of failure: new girlie is now officially Lukas' twin.

A few facts about Marlies:

*despite being Lukas' twin, she was born six weeks after him (it's a real - and very rare - thing called asynchronous birth, and it can happen with extremely premature births in multiple pregnancies); *she's a lesbian; *she's very accident-prone (never serious, but she's always covered in bruises or cuts; plasters are nearly accessories to her, now); *Lukas doesn't know it, but she's growing weed in a shack she claimed as hers on the far side of their farm (Wolfie is her only customer, and she's selling it to him for cheap); *she started competing in events similar to the Highlands Games or Herri Kirolak (Basque rural sports) when she was 15, favouring sguab/lasto botatzea (bale tossing), clach air a chur (stone put), tilgeil a' chabair (caber toss) or tug o' war/soka-tira. She won several competitions.

[lescarbille]

For me, the funniest thing about Carcar/Carloscar is that Oscar prefers to have beef with his DRS or a Safety Car rather than with Carlos.

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Carlos : I hate you.

Oscar : Cool! I'm going to puncture the safety car's tires.

Carlos : I said I hate you.

Oscar : Is that supposed to change my life or what?

[significant-narratives]

also to be clear when i say bedsy is friendless i need you to understand it is not his fault. he actually seems to have a pretty decent network of friends! it’s just that none of them are in chicago! …now is this a good time to share that mints said in his post game presser that he and connor are still in touch and talk often and he was hoping he’d be able to go over and say hi to him after the game. something something at the end of the day isn’t everything about old friends.

[trevination]

a collection of marlie (micah foster/charlie torres-moore) (aka trevi’s greaser/josh’s greaser) screenshots + a video from the macy’s thanksgiving day parade!!

and yes. i am totalllyyyy normal about these two. why do u ask

[dewarism]

did you guys know i would literally slaughter villages for him if it was asked upon me

[muirneach]

the fact that the trade deadline is not so far away is so scaryyyy cause i know we’re gonna have people leave that’s how sports works but i’m so in love with our current roster…

[spiderziege]

kind of a funny phenomenon is when some piece of media gets REALLY popular all of a sudden and gains a huge fandom, but you never really get into it so youre just kinda aware of its existence until it dies down and you completely forget about it. and then a few months or years later its suddenly everywhere again but this time the general opinion is 'this thing sucks and has always sucked and we've all thought it sucked this whole time'. and you still dont actually know anything about it

[defensivelee]

Have you seen the flashback of Marlborough in The Gathering Storm?? It's a film about Winston Churchill and there's a scene of him imagining Marlborough leading the British Army and they end up having eye contact in this really dramatic climax.

i've watched that scene before, yes ! i have a lot of Feelings about marly being compared to his descendant, most of them boiling down to 'get the fuck away from my wife' but i promise it also makes some academic sense that i could get into later potentially

however, what's funnier to me about that scene is that marly is played by THE CURRENT EARL OF PORTLAND?? BENTINCK'S DESCENDANT. my boy is rolling in his fucking grave on god

love that guy tho bc he called bentinck too dull to be gay

anyway, on the list of marlys that we have in media he's fine appearance-wise, i just cannot take him seriously akjajjkasjk

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two