#hope this doesn’t suck???

[chemical-bunz]

My boy my son, I miss him so much. He was forced to eat cement when he was six days old.

(Art belongs to: @bonetrousled , @underfellz , @normalboyzim , @tunascribbles , @protohay , @sevothy )

[socvincjpeg]

Has. Has news of this reached tumblr???

TRANSCRIPT:

Cartoonbase on twitter:

‘How Not To Draw’ new short featuring Bill Cipher from ‘Gravity Falls’ will release on Disney Channel this Saturday.

"During a drawing tutorial for Grunkle Stan, Alan Ruck accidentally unleashes Bill Cipher onto his animation desk."

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[fallstaticexit]

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Geoffrey: So, our anniversary is coming up. I was thinking maybe we could plan a getaway. Somewhere really nice. What do you think? Nancy?

[Nancy snores lightly]

Nancy Narrates: [It was all starting to wear on me-]

Geoffrey: [softly] Goodnight Nance. I love you.

Nancy: [murmurs] m ‘love you...Vanessa.

Nancy Narrates: [Having to balance the many sides of me]

Nancy Narrates: [There was the Nancy that was a Theta]

Nancy Narrates: [The Nancy that was free]

Nancy Narrates: [The Nancy that was an honest, loving girlfriend]

Geoffrey: Date night tonight?

Nancy: I- have a thing with the Thetas. Maybe another night?

Geoffrey: You know, I’m happy you’re putting yourself out there. I’m proud of you.

Extra Loud Stereo Plays: Do Me! - Bell Biv Devoe

Take a good look at me Tell me do you like what you see

Do you think you can Do you think you can do me

Kiss me pretty baby And touch me all over

Girl what makes you think you can do me Do you think you can do me girl?

Do me baby (x2)

-

Geoffrey: Hey, you ever wondered what happened to Vanessa?

Bob: Vanessa? Vanessa Villareal?

Geoffrey: Yeah. When we came back from break, she just- vanished.

Bob: Yeah, that was crazy, huh? I talked to Cassie about it once. She said it reminded her of that whole Angela thing that happened junior year.

Geoffrey: What Angela thing?

Bob: You don’t know about the Angela thing!?

Geoffrey: [chuckles] No one told me about it! It was like a urban legend.

Bob: Vanessa and her mean girl squad ganged up on her and started bullying her because they thought she was a lesbian or something.

Geoffrey: No way. Was she?

Bob: I dunno. I mean, she was always hanging on to Vanessa. I guess that’s where the rumors started. Anyway, Cassie thinks maybe people were starting to talk about her and Nancy. They were close too.

Geoffrey: What? Why didn’t you guys tell me?

Bob: Dude, it’s just gossip. We can’t know for sure that’s what happened. Vanessa was always getting sent to the office, she probably got expelled.

Geoffrey: Yeah...

Bob: Are you ok, man?

Geoffrey: I think maybe that’s why Nancy’s been so down all this time. I think she misses Vanessa.

Bob: Probably, friendships between women are really intense.

-

Darling: [groans] I can’t believe I have class in 5 hours. I’m screwed.

Nancy: [laughs] Who told us to throw a rager on a Thursday?

Darling: Hey, we’re still in better shape than those two over there.

Nancy: The Thetas? More like tea parties.

Darling: [laughs] Hell nah.

Nancy: Should we check if they have a pulse?

Darling: [chuckles] Man, they can’t handle their liquor for shit.

Nancy: Did you meet them through the club?

Darling: Morgan chased me down to do a tarot reading one day.

Nancy: Ah. She got you too, did she?

Darling: I kinda like that stuff, you know, like zodiac signs and all that. Tells you alot about a person. Speaking of, what’s your sign?

Nancy: I have no idea. Maybe I’m a Pisces?

Darling: When’s your birthday?

Nancy: January 17th.

Darling: Huh, no shit? You’re a Capricorn. I’m a Virgo.

Nancy: What does that mean?

Darling: For one, means we’re compatible.

Nancy: Oh? How can you tell?

Darling: We’re both earth signs, means we grounded. We want the real thing.

Nancy: I don’t know what I want.

Darling: I think you do though. I think you don’t want to say it.

Nancy: What don’t I want to say?

Darling: You tell me.

Nancy: Well. I guess... I guess I have alot of questions.

Darling: Like what? Keep it real, it’s just me.

Nancy: Well.. How do you know that you’re- you know.

Darling: What, into girls? I’ve always known.

Nancy: But how do you know for sure?

Darling: I was probably born this way. I never looked at guys the way I look at women. I love everything about them. I love the way they smell, the way they feel. I’m probably crazy about them. It’s wired in my brain.

Nancy: Have you ever kissed a girl?

Darling: [chuckles]

Nancy: Don’t laugh...

Darling: You’re right, you’re right, my bad. Yeah, Nancy. I’ve done alot more than kissing though.

Nancy: Oh. You mean...like sex?

Darling: Yeah. Like sex.

Darling: Oh. I guess that means you’re done asking questions.

Nancy: ....What is it like?

Darling: Kissing?

Nancy: I know about kissing. I mean [clears throat] the sex. With a girl. What does it feel like?

Darling: You really wanna know?

Nancy: Well. I asked, didn’t I?

Darling: Alright. Give me your hand.

Darling: You wanna know?

Nancy: [swallows] Mhm..

[redisafreak]

Boothill x Reader Headcanons ➸

- These are >gender neutral< Boothill X Reader Headcanons !

- OOC as we don’t know much about him yet !

- The hyperfixation simply got so bad that I felt inclined to write these to blow off some steam, so these headcanons are just for fun and not meant to be taken seriously !

WARNING: There is a NSFW portion! So if you are a minor or uncomfortable with sexual topics, do not read the labeled NSFW section.

+ some SFW headcanons have more mature themes.

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✪ * He’s such an ass about his sharp teeth, he will >playfully< threaten to bite you when he’s feeling bored. He’d snap at you for fun, or lean in close and open his mouth as if he’s going to bite you. You’re allowed to lightly whack him for it, he thinks it’s funny.

✪ * If he does manage to get his teeth on your skin he’d nibble you lightly and quickly/consistently in one spot. He’d make cliche gnawing noises while doing it too, he’s a fucking DORK.

✪ * His mouth tastes like metal from his insistent bullet consumption ☹️ do not tongue kiss him for too long (or at all) bc it WILL suck! Unless if you're into it of course (have fun with the shrapnel).

✪ * If you were to hold his face with both of your hands it would soft-lock him at first. He wouldn’t be able to move from his position at all, but he can certainly make facial expressions and speak to you. After a minute or two he’d be able to move fully and decide if he wants you to continue holding him like that (he typically does). Also, it’s a good way to calm him down!!

✪ * Oh you KNOW he’d be real handsy with you if you’re comfortable with it. He respects your boundaries of course, if you tell him not to he won’t, but if you ARE okay with him heavily touching you then expect his hands to be everywhere. Your head, face, shoulders, hips, waist, back and thighs are not safe from his grasp. You get “Boothill bonus points” if you initiate the touching by making him put his hands on you.

✪ * Also, once you’re in his arms he is not letting you go. You’re either hugging/cuddling him back or you’re stuck there in Boothill arm jail for a while.

✪ * Running his fingers through your hair or giving you head rubs is his passion, he likes when you play with his hair as well! In a private setting will let you style it however you want.

✪ * He is a big ol’ sucker for kisses and face nuzzling, giving and receiving. Kissing on the lips is definitely saved for more intimate ordeals, but he will kiss your cheeks, neck and shoulder a million times in one sitting. And you best believe he will rub every surface of his face against yours (or other parts of your body). It’s the only part of him where he’s made of flesh after all!

✪ * You cannot escape his plethora of pet names/nicknames that he has for you, especially ones that will get big reactions out of you. For example, if “darlin” makes you blush or get all shy, he’ll call you that all the time! Or if you find “cutie” to be cringeworthy, he WILL embarrass you with it as much as he can! As long as you’re comfortable with it ofc.

✪ * ^^ He’ll love any nickname you give him, even if it’s incredibly stupid or annoying. He’ll just be happy that you’re willing to play along with him. He’ll definitely appreciate more serious and affectionate nicknames though.

✪ * Expect him to put his cowboy hat on you, he thinks you look SO cute in it. He’ll also joke that it suits you so much that he’s willing to buy you your own cowboy hat, but it’s unlikely that he would! He much prefers seeing HIS hat on you.

✪ * You could probably charge your electronic devices through the different ports of his body, but you can’t do it for free. You owe him a kiss or a cuddle AT LEAST!!! Perhaps he’ll let you charge your devices while cuddling, he just has to be careful so he doesn’t accidentally crush your electronics.

✪ * If you are 21 and older and you enjoy drinking, expect going on dates that involve casually drinking together. He’d take you out to bars or keep alcohol at home that you guys can crack it open whenever you feel like it.

𓄒 ✸ →→→⛤←←← ✸ 𓄒

NSFW HEADCANONS

Content involves - Boothill using faux genitalia, Boothill being a switch, reader riding, reader giving/receiving head, reader being marked, reader receiving body kisses, reader being groped and having Boothills hands and fingers on or inside the readers genitals, reader and Boothill being restrained/tied up, Scenarios where Boothill does and doesn’t feel pleasure, light mentions of body worship and aftercare, light mentions of reader possibly being a masochist and into degradation.

Some of these headcanons have scenarios that follow patterns like this.

- Boothill is into X, but if you’re not into X then he will do Y.

- If you let him/if you’re into it, Boothill will do X. Boothill will let you do X to him as well.

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✪ * He has swappable genital attachments/inserts. For example; an attachable penis or an insertable vaginal/anal canal (the robopenis and robussy is real).

✪ * He wants you to ride him SO BAD. He’ll do all the work if he has to, he just needs you to be straddling him. He also gets a TON satisfaction from giving you head, it’s his favorite form of foreplay.

✪ * ^^ However, if you’re not into riding he will certainly be a bottom for you or top you in whatever way you desire. And if you’re not into receiving head from him, he’ll do whatever you want. He just wants to make sure you’re happy!

✪ * ^^^^ He LOVES to please you, as he most likely doesn’t feel much pleasure or ANY pleasure at all. He’ll certainly let you give him head if it gets you off, even if he can’t feel it.

✪ * If you let him, he is most definitely going to mark you up. If you don’t have at least ONE bite mark or ONE hickey after sex then there’s something wrong with him. Check his temperature.

✪ * He’d probably tease your neck and shoulders the most when it comes to biting/marking. Not only does he want them to be visible, he also wants to be marking areas that are sensitive! If you’re feeling bold he’ll mark up your thighs too, outer and inner. He’ll take any excuse to have his head in between your legs.

✪ * Like I said before, he’s a big ol’ sucker for kisses! Any exposed skin of yours will be kissed. He WILL plant kisses down your entire naked body.

✪ * His insistent handsiness gets WORSE during sex, he loves exploring your body with his hands and groping your thighs, breasts, ass, hips and waist. The sight of his robotic hands/fingers on or inside your genitals makes him go nuts.

✪ * He probably has nicknames for you that are explicitly stated during sex, or they’d be used outside of sex to rile you up.

✪ * if you’re into it, he’d love to restrain you. His favorite medium of restraint is rope, your wrists are the ropes main victim. He will also use his hands to restrain you, expect being held by your wrists and shoulders, or being kept still by him gripping your hair and having his hand around your neck. He doesn’t mind being restrained by you via similar methods.

✪ * Now if you want to imagine him being able to feel pleasure, he’d lean HEAVILY towards being dominant. Even if he’s a bottom in some of these scenarios, he would want to have control of what happens to him. Obviously he’d let you have your way once in a while, but he’d be a little selfish about the fact that he can ACTUALLY FEEL SOMETHING below his neck. Cut him some slack!

✪ * I’d imagine he’s quite vocal, regardless if he can or can’t feel pleasure. I don’t think he’d be whiny per se, but he’ll certainly let out huffs, groans or moans.

✪ * He’d worship your body to the max during sex, or he’d give you plenty of aftercare if you’re into being handled roughly or degraded.

✪ * You’d have to be patient with him if you’re into him REALLY hurting you or being mean to you during sex, he’d worry too much and be extremely cautious at first.

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[kick-a-long]

The most unexpected ally to the Jewish community is

the New York Post, the least accomplished sibling of all the New York newspapers.

they are the literary equivalent of shutter shade glasses. they are tacos from a burger place. polyester socks.

and yet they are knocking it out of the park with their reporting on how antisemitism is effecting all of us.

I had to own up to my dad that I look at the post to keep up with NY Jewish news and he just raised his eyebrows and asked if I was doing ok.

It’s literally better than any of the ‘real’ papers and doesn’t do puff pieces about Iranian leadership and Midwest neonazis. Or say that a 12 year old in France made “accusations” of being SAed for being Jewish when the teen attackers filmed it and admitted to it.

Recently papers have been writing the most bonkers shit and then adding two sentences at the end of the article like, “isnotreal claims the bombing is in retaliation for this thing that happened on October 7th. Some Zionists are still missing.” Patting themselves on the back for including both sides (antisemites AND antisemites worried about looking antisemitic).

I’m tired of bullshit. I will read my news in between updates on Ben Aflac and j-lo’s trial separation, thank you. No matter how stupid and degrading it is that it’s my only option.

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 211

So uh….that news about Unity…

[sunrizef1]

You tell them, king

I wholeheartedly agree and will support every wrong or right it takes for him to get there

[steddieas-shegoes]

It could have started when Eddie was basically living with Steve during his constant physical therapy post-Vecna.

It could have started when Steve took Eddie out for “adults only” dinners and movies that no other adult was invited to.

It could have started when Eddie visited Steve at work every shift to make sure he ate lunch, and giving him a very serious, no-way-you’re-getting-away-with-not-eating look.

It could have started when Steve had a migraine that almost had Robin dragging him to the hospital until Eddie stepped in and offered to keep watch over him for three days straight.

But it was hard to tell because Steve and Eddie circulated each other like the planets revolve around the sun, and circles don’t really have a beginning, or an end.

*************

“Dingus! Your boyfriend is here!”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Robs!”

Robin and Steve managed to work most shifts together, which helped the time pass. They bickered like siblings, though, and when Eddie showed up, Robin tended to annoy them both or completely disappear.

Steve was clueless as to why and Robin refused to give him any hints. “You’ll understand when you’re older,” she’d said with an eye roll and snort.

“Did you just call me his boyfriend?”

Eddie would hate to hear it, but he was like a ray of sunshine anytime he entered a room. At least if you asked Steve, that’s what he’d say, and he’d probably blush the entire time he said it.

He wouldn’t acknowledge it.

He’d pretend he thought that about a lot of people.

He’d be lying.

“I did. Maybe you two shouldn’t be so obvious all the time.”

Eddie and Steve just stared blankly at Robin.

“Steve’s not even gay!”

“Eddie doesn’t even like me like that!”

They both spoke at once, turning to each other in shock.

“I do like you like that!”

“I’m into both!”

They both spoke at once again. Robin just started laughing and walked away.

“You like me?”

“You like guys?”

Okay, deep breath. One at a time.

“You go first,” Steve said, hoping Eddie would clear any doubts from his head.

“I’ve been halfway in love with you for months, Stevie. I thought,” Eddie cleared his throat, awkwardly looking down at the floor. “I thought I was being too obvious sometimes. But I knew you weren’t into me back so. I mean we can still be friends. I don’t wanna lose you.”

Steve took a step closer to him.

“I’ve been halfway in love with you for months, too. I just thought you were being nice to me.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head at the floor before looking up at Steve.

Beautiful, incredible, stupid Steve.

Never believing that anyone could care about him for him.

“I think maybe we’ve been dating this whole time.”

Steve’s jaw dropped, but closed quickly, his mouth settling on a soft smile.

“I guess maybe we have. What gave it away?”

“Probably the fact that you’re attached at the hip and any time someone mentions either of you to the other you get this dumb lovestruck look on your faces,” Robin stuck her head out from an aisle to yell at them.

“Shut it, Robin!”

She went back to what she was doing, deciding whatever meddling she’d managed was probably enough.

“So let me get this straight…”

“That may be difficult for both of us,” Steve let out.

Eddie cackled. “Oh god. I think I’m more than halfway in love with you,” he got out between laughter.

Steve joined him, mostly happy because Eddie was happy.

He probably should have realized this a lot sooner. Like, way sooner.

When they finally calmed down, they stared at each other with the look Robin was probably describing.

Lovestruck was a word for it, but it was more than that.

They were two people who never should’ve even been in the same circle, and they weren’t until they had to be. But since then, they’d chosen to be a part of each others’ lives. They’d chosen to support each other, and rely on each other, and trust the other person to be what they needed through it all.

They existed as two separate people still, Steve would never wrap himself up in someone so much that he lost himself. Not again.

But they had spent months becoming a pair, unbeknownst to them, and it made them better, it made them find ways to grow amongst trauma no one could imagine but them.

When they kissed, there weren’t fireworks, there wasn’t a world-ending realization that this was the love of their life, or even a racing heartbeat.

There was something that settled though. Something they hadn’t realized had been waiting for months while they danced around each other.

Not even Robin’s cheering from across the store could ruin their moment.

[kasdan]

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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a/n: this story has been just living in my mind rent free for idk how long but i decided to finally just write about it and put it all out there! this is the first time i’m posting publicly on tumblr please don’t be mean to me and i decided to share my thoughts on the story.

Summary: you are born in a lab and have been experimented on for all your life working to be the perfect weapon. you soon finally have enough of it all and when you get the chance you break out, learning about the incredible power you have. after you’re free from the lab you run into frank castle who’s searching for his own answers (set in s1 of the punisher). you two soon believe that the answers you’re seeking are very closely linked to one another’s.

Warnings: blood, gore, violence, torture, language, slow burn, ptsd, a lot more warnings that shall be on each chapter but you get the gist

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

Chapter 1 ❥ Chapter 2 ❥ Chapter 3 ❥ Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ❥ Chapter 6 ❥ Chapter 7 ❥ Chapter 8 Chapter 9 ❥ Chapter 10 ❥ Chapter 11 ❥ Chapter 12 Chapter 13 ❥ Chapter 14 ❥ Chapter 15

[chemical-bunz]

My boy my son, I miss him so much. He was forced to eat cement when he was six days old.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I saw Gianni retweet your art on Twitter and I was like "I wonder if he knows...?"

I don’t think so >:3

Trick people into reposting gabe ass with one simple trick! Click here to find out how.

I didn’t even notice that happened cause I turned off all my notifications everywhere a few days ago for peace and quiet

[cream-and-tea]

[ID in alt]

our paige.

[dontflirt]

Stray Kids 5th Anniversary Event We’re Foive Day — MVs to Surpass 100M Views 🧭

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Thinking about the impacts that media can have, and the varying levels of understanding and importance subjective to the person consuming it, the messages they take from it and how they relate to it and how unkind it can be to undermine something other people love. It’s okay to enjoy things, it’s okay to love things and be enthusiastic about them.

it’s also okay to dislike something or move on from it, doesn’t mean you have to disparage it, or make others feel lesser for liking it. and maybe it’s one of those things you realise once you get older, that doing that doesn’t make you cool or different, but I just know so many people over the years whose love of something has got knocked ultimately because people are rude

As an example, if you follow up someone saying “I love taylor swift” by going “oh I hate her and her music, I don’t understand why anyone likes her” then I’m sorry but it’s just, mean and unnecessary

[hephaestn]

“You need an outlet, Steve. You need to get dirty, to get your hands onto something. I haven’t seen a smile on your face since Dustin’s graduation,” Robin explains as she puts a chip into her mouth.

Steve raises his eyebrows in disbelief, “And you really think throwing around a block of clay will help?”

He scoffs as he gets up from the couch, already on his way to clean up the mess they’ve made on his coffee table. It’s Steve’s thirtieth birthday and he’s spent it in the loneliness of his apartment, with Robin—which is fine, it’s okay, he likes it this way.

“Yes, it will, dingus. You have to trust me on this one,” Robin says with her mouth full. “Mother knows best.”

Steve, with his back to Robin, shakes his head as he sets the dirty dishes into the sink.

There’s no way in hell he has the concentration required for a skill like pottery, he’ll be thrown out of the class before the first hour is over. He has never been artsy, he’s never been interested in anything creative, ever. Steve knows he won’t be interested in this either.

There is nothing that would make him be into freaking pottery of all things.

But.

He’s cocky—with blond, curly hair. Ocean eyes. Tall too. Always showing his goddamn arms with those sleeveless, tight white tees. The muscles in his arms perpetually moving in a slow dance as his hands work on the wet clay.

It’s a hypnotizing sight and Steve, well, he’s really into it.

“Shauna, hold up, hold up!” Billy quickly gets up from his station and walks up to the old lady at the front of the class.

Steve can feel the clay beneath his hands start to wobble, he hasn’t been paying attention to what he was doing if he was honest. How could he, anyway? When Billy has his hands on top of Shauna’s, guiding them. His clay-covered thumbs pierce the soft material until Shauna has a cup-looking shape in front of her.

“There we go! It’s quite easy when you get the hang of it, isn’t it?” Billy smiles brightly at the gray-haired woman.

Steve can hear a faint thumping sound somewhere but his every bit of attention is on Billy. The curls that got away from his loosely tied up bun, the way he squints as he smiles.

“Steve!”

How his tanned skin shines under the warm ceiling lights. His hands, strong but soft enough he never breaks any piece he’s working on.

“Steve!”

As he turns to the sound of Robin’s voice, who’s sat on the station next to him, he notices the blob of clay wobbling and battering around on his wheel—completely out shape.

“Oh, God!” Steve exclaims as his hands move in a clumsy attempt to grab the uncontrollable clay.

“The pedal, Steve!” Robin hisses.

“Okay!” Billy claps his hands as he says the word.

Steve’s eyes move quickly to him. And. Oh, God. No. This is the very first time they’ve made eye contact—Steve thinks.

“I see we’re having some issues there at the back!” Billy has an amused smile on his face. That smile Steve has seen a couple of times by now. Teethy. Bright. Cute.

Billy’s walking up to him and Steve can feel a cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

“Dingus, the freaking pedal!”

He can hear the distant sound of Robin’s voice but the whole class has stopped, they’re all looking at him and the clay simply won’t fucking stop.

Steve focuses for a second on the moving wheel below him and when he looks back up again, there’s Billy, standing tall and intimidating in front of him.

The blond kneels beside Steve’s station and puts a soft hand on Steve’s calf.

“How about we lift this up, hm?” Billy looks up to him with bright blue eyes—that Steve might’ve or might’ve not compared to ‘dreamy aquamarines’ in a drunk conversation with Robin.

Steve nods nervously as he lifts his foot off the pedal. The wheel slows down until it stops completely and the rebel chunk of clay rests calmly in front of him.

“Come on, we’ll start over. I’ll guide your hands as I did with Shauna,” Billy says with a kind smile on his face.

God. This is Steve’s death sentence.

[bigalockwood]

My contribution to Wille's month, day 1: Sandwich.

Hosted by @youngroyals-events

A missing scene from my newest story, we’ll make a home on the cracks (glowing review).

Or you can read it on AO3 over here.

Wile took the sandwich out of Simon’s outstretched hand. He liked the way his bigger hand looked next to Simon’s smaller one, liked the way Simon smiled at him when his touch lingered.

They got on their bikes to drive to the strawberry fields like Simon had suggested and Wille unwrapped the sandwich, carrying on cycling all the while. He was hungry enough to eat ten of them, he thought.

Thanks to countless summers spent doing virtually nothing but biking, he was good at it, letting go of his bike, balancing it out and avoiding the larger holes in the street while eating.

He’d forgotten what it felt like to be free and happy. Had forgotten how much he loved the wind in his hair and the thrill of being a little reckless. He gripped the sandwich a bit tighter, pressing the bland toast into a thin mockery of a slice of bread.

Carefully he looked over to Simon. The sun shone hot and strong, but there was also a breeze coming from the sea, and Simon’s curls were tousled, his tan beautiful against the colors of the cliffs, the foxglove and cranesbill, the sea pink and Cornish heath looking like they were the background to a painting, with Simon at its center.

“Look!” Simon called out, pointing out toward the horizon.

A large sailboat was gliding along the waves, driven forward by the wind.

Simon laughed, looking happy and carefree, unlike this morning, when he’d been so unbearably sad, mirroring Wille’s inner tumult. Now, his eyes were crinkled with how much he was smiling, his cheeks dry, the tears long since gone.

Wille stuffed the final bite of his sandwich into his mouth: the further inland they got, the more treacherous the roads became and at this point it was little more than a potholed gravel road. He didn’t want to risk falling.

The sandwich was a bit dry, the bread clearly the cheap kind and already stale, the cheese boring, but the butter was nice and salty and the cucumber fresh and juicy. Wille had never eaten a better sandwich.

Simon was waiting for him a few meters ahead, his own sandwich already eaten.

He leaned forward, swiped his thumb along Wille’s chin.

“You’ve got a few crumbs here,” he said, but Wille saw none on his finger.

He didn’t say anything though, happy to be touched by Simon.

A gull circled over them as the breeze picked up, Wille’s shirt lifting up a bit in its current.

Simon’s gaze immediately wandered down to the exposed skin. His hands found a home there as he leaned over- it wasn’t entirely easy, as they were still straddling their bikes, but they managed. Wile’s skin tingled pleasantly.

Wille leaned into Simon, their noses brushing.

“Did it taste good?” Simon asked.

Wille nodded.

“It was the best sandwich I ever had.”

Simon laughed in disbelief, but Wille had been serious. Whether it was the company he’d eaten it in or the smell of the sea in his nose. Never had a sandwich tasted better. Never had it tasted as much like freedom.