This blog is now an Archive.
I will be over HERE. I will keep this blog up, but you won’t find me here.
I will be over HERE. I will keep this blog up, but you won’t find me here.
“ Love me Mortis.” Binch, I love you no matter what?
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tfw mortis Exposes me for the Flake I am
Scoots my other son(s) to you
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I’ve been on my other child...
THE CURVE OF a smile slips onto his features, goofy and warm / an overcast of shyness clearing into sunshine. The palm of his hand slips into the other, hoisting himself up. “ Well, I dunno Thomas, you gonna ask a guy out or not ? ” Tonalities remain soft and suggestive, and both brows raise at the other. He wouldn’t say he was a fan of games and did them on purpose but what he was a fan of was the act of flustering someone. Looking down at their hands, he moves his thumb slowly atop the back of his hand and knuckles. “ I don’t wanna get my hopes up, otherwise. ” Nose scrunches up at the other, and his features grow mirthful.
Only a brief huff of laughter leaves his lips, weight balancing out to get the other to his feet with little offer. Delsin had been quite the smooth operator as long as Thomas had known him, and his flirtatious tendencies are no longer something of a surprise-- more of a comfort. Be they a disguise for hurt, for sadness or some such, there was never any clarity. It was found best not to pry too much, lest the conduit snap himself shut. Voice is hushed once again, the feeling of those worn pads of fingers brushing over bore skin, whatever gloves couldn’t hide. In all his brashness, he maintained a gentleness that almost seemed out of his range. Lips only barely curl, eyes fixating on the space between them, head shaking.
‘ Um...Maybe to a place a little nicer than Olaf’s. Next time.’
I didn’t forget this blog.
OPERATOR: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P. help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report? DELSIN: (In an old man voice) Uh, a damn bio-terrorist is on the loose, his painting skills are top notch... umm I mean defiling your billboard ! art cred.
‘ Happy Father’s day. I’m missing my own.’
“Do you want ants? Because that’s how you get ants.”
Archer | x
A prodigy, a genius in his own right, but still young. Littered across the expanse of warehouse were discarded bags of chips, pizza boxes and more. Tidiness seemed to slip his mind when a grove was found, fingers far too busy soldering or destroying to focus on a menial task such as cleaning.
So busy, in fact, that he hadn’t heard the other come in, hadn’t noticed the bright flash of neon that signaled his presence. Only when finger slips and cuts open does Thomas pause, a hiss given between clenched teeth. Eyes wander, orange irises fixated on Delsin who stands behind him, brow cocked as arms fold.
‘ Do you want ants? Because that’s how you get ants.
There was a point to be had, there. Insects would come to nest among a garbage filled paradise, and plague Thomas during their stay. Nose wrinkles in disgust, but he doesn’t focus on the mess, instead slipping his hand to fit fine with Delsins. Personal space is invaded with a fluid motion, smile creeping across lips.
‘ Clean up your mess, Mr Rowe... I’m not a maid.’
“How is this suddenly my fault?”
Archer | x
He couldn’t go so far as blame her entirely.
After a number of years, humans were fated to accept certain facts of life, due to the cruelty of conditioning. If one is outcast often enough, treated terribly, they slowly accept that as the norm and find themselves deserving of it, find no faults or issue with injustice that has built their bones.
‘...Annie. You know that’s...that’s not what I said.’
Why must his words be twisted so? All he did for others was care for them, attempt to give onto them some wisdom in the form of a sage’s advice. Though young himself, he has faced trials and persecution no child should be forced to face in their lifetime. Warm palms set on their shoulders, his sigh quieted as he brings them into a tight hug, Lips press against the top of their head, eyes closing.
‘ I just want what’s best for you...You need to stop lying down for people... They’re going to wipe their feet on you like a doormat, and you deserve so much better...I promise that you do. Even if you don’t think so at all. ’
“Saturday Love” — Cherrelle feat. Alexander O'Neal
Delsin: Vanilla Thomas, sweating in the corner:
Isn’t June to LGBT+ month...
…S-Starter call…If y’all’re feelin it..
...S-Starter call...If y’all’re feelin it..