#yeah babey yeah

[blood-mocha-latte]

I would love to see "Dear Wormwood" and "Pale White Horse" for the Oh Hellos asks... Any pairings but maybe a nice Winnix or a Luztoye? Or some gen Brotherly Man Angst?

Full Disclosure: this is actually a long-winded fic that I’ve been chewing on for the past three or so months, so I figured posting a snippet of it as both a preview and a drabble request would be a good way of releasing some of my Brain Demons. I hope you enjoy <3

“You have always been there in my mind.” – Dear Wormwood

“The sight held me fixed like a bayonet against my throat.” – Pale White Horse

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July 1967, Nighttime

Joe watched him as he picked his way closer to the stands, waving and saying something or the other every two seconds to some stranger as he got steadily closer.

It was always the same, seeing George. Like he couldn’t breathe, like for a brief moment, letting even just his gaze settle on the other was enough to cut his throat. 

“Thought you wouldn’t come!” He shouted over the din of the crowded basement, felt warm as George’s gaze snapped towards him, the way that his whole face seemed to become brighter.

“The diner closed early!” He shouted back, holding what looked like a cardboard box from the restaurant above his head. “I had to run to get down here, but it seems worth it!”

George hit the side of the ring easily, the bottom of it coming up to the middle of his chest, and held up the box higher. Joe snorted, reached down to take it from him before dropping to sit, cross-legged, to meet his eyes more fully.

“Guess so,” He said absently, pushing the lid of the box open with two fingers before letting it drop closed again. “Sandwiches?”

“Two.” George confirmed, resting his elbows near Joe’s knees as he looked up at him, eyes warm and bright. “For after.”

As he finished speaking, his words were almost drowned out as the crowd began to swell again, ever growing and ever louder. Joe didn’t bother to look behind him, knew it was something to do with the other man in the ring. George wrinkled his nose, careful, and it made Joe want to laugh, the urge smothered somewhere between his ribs and his throat.

“I forget how loud it is here.” George shouted to him, eyes crinkled at the corners, and Joe watched him for entirely too long before looking away. He placed the box in front of him carefully and pushed it back towards George with his fingertips. 

“Feels like it’s always getting louder!” He shouted back, dropping his hands back into his lap, the scratchy wrap over his knuckles serving only as a minor annoyance. George’s gaze was near hesitant, cast somewhere over Joe’s shoulder.

“Who’re you against tonight?” He asked, eyes moving back to Joe’s face slowly, light and curious. Joe shrugged, barely cared.

“Some guy.” He said, didn’t want to expand on it. “What’d you study today?” George’s eyes sparked.

He hadn’t put anything in his hair, and it had grown out, slightly; curling around his ears and parting around his face. It looked nice. Joe considered telling him so and decided against it.

“Some guy.” He said back. “Either learnin’ about them or fightin’ them.”

Joe huffed, looked somewhere over George’s shoulder at the mess of people yelling behind him, jostling each other and everything else. Underground fights were always more hectic than he was ever expecting. “Guess so.” He rasped.

When he met George’s gaze again the other's face was unreadable, warm and careful and a thousand other words that Joe wasn’t smart enough to find. “I’m alone for the rest of the night.” He told Joe, tilting his head enough to glance to the side. “Frank is out until Thursday on some assignment.”

“I’ll drop by.” Joe said, before he could think to say something else, and George watched him carefully, still warm but slightly more apprehensive.

“I don’t like being stood up.” He said, a bit of a warning, and Joe winced, slightly. 

“I fucked up, last time.” He said, low, leaning further forward on his knees to get closer to George, shifting to rest both wrists on the taut rope between them. The changed angle seemed slightly more private, less unobstructive, though everyone was still screaming and everywhere was still crowded.

“Yeah, you did.” George told him, solemn, but the corner of his mouth crooked up soon after, and he shifted, resting the sandwich box between his hip and forearm. He was still leaning against the raised platform of the ring and reached forward with his free hand, pressing a finger to Joe’s chin before shifting to press his palm to his jaw.

He leaned in before Joe could think to pull back, pressing his mouth to the space just below his cheekbone and whispering a soft good luck, soft lips and warm breath and smelling, vaguely, of chlorine.

It gave Joe pause, unable to do anything to breathe George in before he was pulling back just as quickly, stepping away from the platform, fingertips shifting to press to the seam of his own lips.

“Fight hard.” He said, taking another step backwards. “I’ll wait for you.”

Joe blinked, looked vaguely around at nothing. No one had saw that, he knew, the effect of being completely alone because everything was too crowded. His cheek was still warm.

“Okay.” He finally managed to say, hoarser than he’d like to be, and the crowd had already swallowed George completely.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 148

she acts as an example to us all i think

[a-neru-neru]

Il Capitano

[lousolversons]

The Thing (1982) Directed by John Carpenter. Screenplay by Bill Lancaster.

[wigglebox]

Perfect 🎃

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Xianyun!

"Happy Birthday, Cloud— Xianyun!"

"Why, thank you."

"Umm... Hehe... You didn't make any popcorn, did you?"

"Ha, as it just so happens, I was about to make some. It'll be ready before you know it."

[dapper-lil-arts]

HEY EVERYONE GUESS WHAT

[skellydun]

I'm curious because in my head you still look like you did in your videos. Do you have any recent photos of yourself?

i don't take selfies but please enjoy these pictures snipped by one of my coworkers as we tested out things for our summer program

[andorerso]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)

[sprnklersplashes]

wake up besties new inej/wylan parallel just dropped

crooked kingdom, chapter 16: "despite the bad hand he'd drawn with his father, wylan hadn't let his circumstances or this city knock the goodness out of him. he still believed people could do right"

crooked kingdom, chapter 26: "inej was stronger than [kaz] would ever be. she'd kept her faith, her goodness, even when the world had tried to take it from her with greedy hands"

[alicedrawslesmis]

Barricade Day Donation Drive!

1 Donation for Palestine = One Doodle

Shoot me an ask with proof you donated to Palestine this week and you can request a les mis doodle!

I'm opening up 5 slots and if I'm done with the 5, hopefully, I'll open up 5 more!

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 241

revenge

[sirlanval]

my full piece for the blue lions zine @guidingstarsfz ! leftovers are now open so please go check out this amazing zine!

[14dayswithyou]

[18 May 2022] after playing the game, i have gained the great misfortune of having Ren haunt my every waking moment. i simply saw pink boy on itch.io and thought "wowie" and then proceeded to cry when i found out that he actually looks like an e-boy and all I could think was "WOWOW HE SO NICE TO LOOK AT AYO???? 😳😳" either way, i actually wanted to ask if Ren could dance? and if so, does he have any preference? that and even if he couldn't, is he okay with MC just randomly grabbing him to dance with them in the apartment because they just like bonding with him like that? (honestly speaking all thoughts i have of this e-boy dweebus are domestic fluff bits, so while he has questionable hobbies, i would like for him to know he's lovely and that i wanna hold him gently like hamborgor 😔)

JFAFKSAFKA PLEASE "I HAVE GAINED THE GREAT MISFORTUNE OF HAVING REN HAUNT MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT" SENT ME 💀

But omg?? If you took his hand and just pulled him into some kind of dance, then he'd probably just crumble on the spot. Physically? he's chill and here dancing with you underneath the glow of your refrigerator light. Mentally? He's in another plain of existence just screaming into the void because "oh my god they're touching me?? we're dancing together???? they're so close????? i don't want to step on their feet???????? they smell so good??? im—"

[ratatatastic]

you dont think day 1 cup celebrations cant get any better than dumping the tin can into the atlantic but then erod and senko fill the bowl with apple juice and feed it to the kids together so they can experience the joys of drinking out of the cup so

6.25.24

[brinnanza]

see the thing about the whole autistics take everything literally is that we don't actually take everything literally obviously many of us love wordplay no the thing that people MEAN when they say we take everything literally is that we believe what you tell us.

it is never the first impulse (for me at least) that something is a joke or a lie unless I already have evidence. take the grade school gullible is written on the ceiling. you look and the other person laughs at how gullible you are. except in my brain, and I suspect many other autistics as well, things are assumed true unless proven otherwise. and probably some of it for me is just like decades of extreme gaslighting until i became unable to trust my own experiences, memories, and sensations but also it's like... most of the time when people speak to you it is with some degree of authority, whether that is professional or an opinion they really have or their interpretation of something. so without any reason to suspect otherwise, I'm going to believe you.

and yes this is dangerous and yes this makes it very easy to be taken advantage of and yes it does sorta come around to becoming suspicious of everything all the time which is exhausting but maybe the klonopin will sort it out but my point is. in terms of autistics taking things literally. we are the ones being normal about human communication jokes are fun but man you gotta telegraph that or you just sound like a moron "haha it's a joke" no baby that's a lie you think is funny a joke requires a set up and an inversion of expectation you received a reaction that was reasonable for the given stimulus that's just cause and effect do you find the lightswitch equally compelling???