#ray: take me home and then take me

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends Episode 5 | Sand's Protect Mode Activated

SAND: No Ray, fighting bad. Let's walk away.

ALSO SAND: (Sees Ray in danger, immediately rolls up sleeves)

RAY: .......(Turned on)

[ruporas]

i killed. i murdered. i'm nothing like these sleepy people here… nevertheless, you can actually be grateful? bastard… i’m saying… thank you. because you spilled blood, you saved all of these people’s lives. i couldn’t have done it without you. (ID in alt)

[zincfingermotif]

spoiled brat

[purebbyfawn]

stay all night, stay a little longer …♡

[motherearthlovesus]

[maxybabyy]

They came down from the mountain yesterday.

Max leaves tomorrow, would’ve left this morning if Christian hadn’t convinced him to wait for the car that comes in the morning with a new round of supplies.

“I can of course walk to the town myself, always it will be not a problem,” he had said as they came down, the horses close behind them. Their rucksacks light on their backs, weary and tired with the signs of a hard summer.

“Nonsense, kid. Seb won’t mind giving you a ride,” Christian said with his arm around Max’s shoulders. “And I mean, with everything you’ve done for us, we best send you off right. Don’t we, Daniel?”

Daniel had barely look at Max as he laughed, agreed with whatever Christian was telling him.

His heart had felt heavy as he walked towards the chicken pen, but it was better like this. One day and Max would be gone, would be a year before he came back, if even that. Maybe he would find a real job in town, something more than the silly convenience store his dad had him working in.

“But what do you wanna do, Maxy?” Daniel had asked, the rain coming down hard around them.

A rare rainpour had taken them by surprise, and by the time Daniel had come into the tent, he had been soaked to the bone. His spare set of clothing had helped little, and it wasn’t until Max had scooted forward, movements slow but confident as he invited him into his space, into his warmth and heat, that Daniel could breathe again.

“I want, I think, to work with horses,” Max had told him, lips pressed against Daniel’s chest. They hadn’t been naked then, but they would be. Soon. “Always, I have liked the farm. But my father, it did not make enough money, and he would rather sell than make it work.”

Daniel has known nothing but farm work.

He used to dream of the big city, of the stories Scotty would tell when he came to visit, of the freedom and lack of responsibility. But he’s in his thirties now.

Christian may have kids, but none that could take over the farm, or at least not now. Not like Daniel could.

“Did something happen between you and Max?” Christian asks when he doesn’t come in for lunch. “I was going to ask him to come back next year but –“

Daniel shakes his head, “Nah, he was fine. Just, a hard run, you know? Lost a few sheep, long nights, that kind of stuff.”

���Because if something did,” Christian continues, hard set in his ways. “You can tell me.”

Daniel licks his lips, looks up from Laurie the cow, tries to look less miserable than he feels. “He can come back. Good effort for the pay, I’d say. A shame we can’t hire him full-time, he would do well around here.”

It’s Max’s second year on the mountain. He hadn’t come last year, but the year before that he did.

A lanky lad with softened hands but a better attitude than most Daniel has worked with. He spoke still with an accent, the lisp even more pronounced than it is now. Daniel hadn’t known what to do with him then; doesn’t know what to do now that he has to leave.

“He came with good recommendations,” Christian says, nods along as they walk through the pasture. “Too bad about last year, yeah? Would have saved us a lot of trouble, I reckon.”

Sergio had been alright. Fine on a horse, experienced, but in a way that hadn’t come to fruition on the mountain. Max had been the better choice, even back before they had started to –

Daniel shrugs, turns to look at the sun. It’s going to be cold soon, the wind will pick up and the leaves will fall, autumn nothing but a wink before winter will be here.

“It’s hard to know what will happen up there, can’t really prepare yourself before you’re in it,” he says. Every year is different, he knows that now.

He’s done eight summers now, and only once has he dreaded the descent.

“If you say so,” Christian says, claps him on the back and leaves. He had been with Daniel for his first two years, just enough time to show him the rope and make sure he wouldn’t have to do it again.            

The sun has gone down before he comes inside. Food waits for him in the oven, but Daniel isn’t hungry. The house is quiet as he sneaks upstairs for a shower. It’s his second of the day, but it’s fine, Christian would understand.

He scrubs himself raw, a never-ending itching underneath skin that doesn’t stop; worsens when he thinks of tomorrow – of Max. He misses the cold water of the creek, the two of them drying on the shore, Max’s eyes heavy on his body.

Max had made the move then, knee-deep in water and still only a few feet apart.

Daniel had watched him move with his breath caught in his throat, Max’s hand on his arm, on his waist, his hip and then finally, on his dick. He hadn’t stopped looking at him, eyes steady even as Daniel had started to shake, closer than he’d been before with only a few strokes.

“Will you come?” Max had asked, hoarse but confident. Daniel had known then that he wasn’t Max’s first. Not in this, at least. “For me, Daniel?”

Daniel had, but so would everyone, he thinks. If they had been where Daniel had been.

Max waits for him when he comes back to his room. He hasn’t been there before, not before they left for the mountain, but he looks at home in the bed. 

Max reaches for him, and Daniel goes, crawls between his legs, and kisses him like he did the first time: desperate and frantic, unsure if it will happen again.

Sex, he finds, is easier if you aren’t stuck on a mountain, but it isn’t necessarily better.

Max is still just as sweet for him as he opens him up, quicker like this, with something other than repurposed lubricants taken from other scarce supplies. His sounds are the same, quieter now that they share a house with their boss, but still Max falls into the same ecstatic state when he’s close to coming. Begs Daniel for more until he does with a hoarse shout.

Daniel follows quick, a quiet prayer that this won’t be the last time.

“Will you be here next year?” Daniel asks, watches Max as he readies himself to leave. Seb will come by in only a handful of hours, and Max must be back in his room by then. “Will you come back to me?” He doesn’t say.

Max breathes softly as he pulls on his sweater. It isn’t the one he came with, but the one Daniel had worn on the mountain. Soft and knitted by his mother, loose enough in the shoulders that it fits him well.

“I will of course try, but always I have to make sure it is right for me also, for my family.”

Daniel nods sharply, bites his tongue so he doesn’t ask what he shouldn’t.

“Will you go back to the Netherlands this time?”

“I will see after the winter. If I can find good work, maybe. It would be lovely, I think,” Max says, smiles when he meets his stare.

Max had told him about how his sister had given birth to a new son this spring, that he hasn’t been home since he was seventeen when his father brought him overseas to find new work. He knows Max sends part of his salary back home to them, to his mother, knows there’s more to it than just what Max wants. That if Max could, he would of course come back to him.

But life doesn’t always work out like that. Not for guys like them anyway.

“If you do, or like, even if you don’t. You could give me a call sometime,” Daniel says and gets up to follow him to the door. “Let me know how you’re doing, if the tulips are still there.”

“The tulips are there of course every year, Daniel.” Max says, but even he sounds sad, voice soft. “Always they come in spring.”

Daniel laughs, but it comes out hollow. He squeezes Max’s hands that hang between them. “Yeah, well. You go off see the tulips, see your family, Maxy. And when summer comes, then – then you come back to me, yeah? Back to the mountain with me.”

Max kisses him.

It isn’t a yes, but it isn’t a no, and Daniel knows it’s all he can give.

“Goodbye, Daniel.”

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

NGL feel like the Batfam would have a much better go at it if they weren't majority white.

[liliesdiary]

[hydrachea]

SILENT HILL 2 REMAKE??? COMPUTER SHOW ME PYRAMID HEAD'S MASSIVE HD KNIFE

[rainyraisin]

About to have bloods drawn, gen shaking rn aughhhh- wish me luck 😭😭🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️

[angel-of-the-moons]

So remember that fish bone I was choking on a couple months ago

Yeah

So does the local ER. That didn't do anything. Other than say "Yeah your throat is irritated lol but we can't do anything bye".

Just got a bill from them that's about 90$. On top of the 2,500$ I still owe them from a couple of years ago for some glue they put on my hand.

Well... Commissions are still open if anyone is interested.

It would only have been worse if I had to pay the whole 43,576$ for the whole visit....

[peony-pearl]

I wanna draw but brain machine broke

[oflights]

Ive found your blog a few months ago and during that time you were on more conferences than I have ever been in my life time or even my boss (an important attorney) has been to hahaha :D

LOL honestly this is a super fair observation! i actually started the job i'm in now in january 2020, was in the middle of setting my conference schedule when the pandemic hit, and then was grounded for years. 2023 just became the year of in-person conferences for me!!

2024 is going to be even crazier. i have conferences in vegas, montreal, and two conferences in the same weekend in boston. i'm planning to attend both conferences at once and just switch badges as i go back and forth. it's going to be wild and very fun.

the good news is that i love conferences, love meeting new people, love talking about my work to people also interested in my work, and my job has gotten way more fun since i've gotten to do this kind of travel. it's also a cool opportunity to travel while making use of an expense account! i've never been to nashville, where i'm going next week, or vegas, and now i get paid to go to those places and expense all the good food i'm going to try! 😊

[nerosdayinanime]

kny x earth to echo au. my most self indulgent piece yet

[purebbyfawn]

stagecoach x LDR ♡

[innytoes]

Rggie/ray/Caleb au thoughts?

-The first time Caleb invites Reggie to be his Special Guest at a fancy party he is terrified because what if he says something stupid and embarrasses Caleb? He's not a rich fancy person. He doesn't know about stock and yachts and whatever rich people talk about.

Caleb just pats his hand and says: Kitten, do you think I have any idea what Ray's coworkers are talking about when he invites me to his work parties? You just smile and nod and sip your drink if you don't have anything to say.

-Every time someone at work says Caleb is scary Willie has to fight the urge to show them the cute pictures of Caleb Reggie sends him where he is Discussing Not Sitting On The Keyboard with the cats or like napping with Bucket curled on his lap or cooking with a cat on one shoulder.

-Caleb is annoyed Willie isn't scared of him anymore but he cannot begrudge Reggie having a friend.

-One time Ray forgot his lunch so Caleb was like 'this will not stand' and he and Reggie drove like 3 hours to the Top Secret Shoot Location to bring him his lunch. Except Reggie pointed out it would be rude to just bring Ray lunch when there was a crew and models as well.

So they basically show up in the desert in Caleb's Sexy Little Sports Car with a dog, and 5 coolers full of food (some Reggie-made and some from a local bistro or something).

Everyone is delighted and one of the models gets to pet Bucket and Ray is basically like: you just wanted an excuse to take Reggie out in the car didn't you? But kisses Caleb hello anyway because yeah he was getting fucking hungry and it’s the middle of nowhere, he can’t just run out and find a food truck.

Still, Ray gets like 3 more shoots out of it because all the people they fed (models, hair and makeup, whatever person was there from the fashion brand in charge of the clothes and schedule) keep requesting to work with him specifically.

-Caleb and Reggie's favourite Trashy TV Shows to watch (and heckle) together are Hotter than my Daughter, Snog Marry Avoid, and My Super Sweet Sixteen.

-Ray and Reggie like to watch Treehouse Masters together and dream of one day owning a treehouse. Caleb is like 2 seconds away from calling before realising they don't have any trees in the back yard. He may or may not be looking for a nice piece of land outside the city with Good Proper Trees on it.

-If Caleb or Ray stay up late working for too long Reggie is not above just plonking himself down on their laps and curling up to go to sleep right there until they give up and come to bed.

-If Luke, Julie, or Alex have a bad day they just go to the Molina-Covington house and get buried in pets. Like literally, Ray came home one day to find Reggie piling cats on Luke while he was laying on the floor and just shrugged and went to put away his things like: okay then.

-Does Caleb go on an overseas trip for some obscure business reason and come back to a new dog on the couch and just sigh? Yes, yes he does.