Pxtriotisms - PXTRIOTISMS.

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED??

like a child loves the rain 

you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.

can’t wait until i have a wife so i can say “i love my wife” and introduce her to people by saying “i’d like you to meet my wife” and get out of boring social engagements by saying “i have to go home to my wife” and talk about her to anyone who will listen to me because she’s my wife and i adore her

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“Goodness. ‘The World’s Largest’ things seem to be your trademark. I can’t wait to see them,” Eduard hummed, his smile peeking around the slice of pizza which even he couldn’t eat completely neatly. He reclined rather laxly, the top buttons of his button up opened and his his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was more than eager to make the switch to even more casual attire for their trip tomorrow. 

“It’ll be perfect. We can find a spot with no one else in near vicinity, build a campfire, eat sweets and spend the night under the stars. And if it rains we can nest in your car, lay back, listen to a podcast or two…”  Just imagining it all brought a wave of calmness over Eduard, and he sighed softly. 

“I’m looking forward to it, armas. It’s rare to get so much time for just the two of us,” he said, bringing his arm over Alfred’s broad shoulders. He took the chance to plant a kiss over her cheek and to steal a bite of the pizza slice she was holding. It was easy to feel playful in such a relaxed atmosphere. “I’ve missed it. And you.” 

“Oh.” Sweets, alone, time, relaxation, all struggled to grasp his attention once an arm lay on her shoulders. Alright, a little cozy, not something Alfred is completely used too, but they’re close! Just as Alfred normalized this behaviour a KISS spiraled any logic into another puzzle. A kiss among friends was not uncommon in certain cultures found in Europe, however, Eduard would be aware Alfred could barely express a ‘love you’ between friends here in America; the prudish style his people wore strong as ever. This made his heart skip a beat. Do something. Say something. Anything. Just take it and toss something back. All Alfred could muster as he gathered himself together was a flushed faced glance. “And--” he hesitated. Pull away or lean in? Alfred chose to relax into Eduards arm and found it to be rather... pleasant. It was much too soon for Alfred to return the kiss, still finding out how and why Eduard made him want to in the first place. “Me too. You- I mean! I indulge a lil much.” “... I’m not real hungry anymore. But don’t wanna get up!”

German-American adventures continue.

FRISCHLUFT IST BESTE. Since I was little, I’ve had it instilled in me at home and in school that windows should be opened a bit frequently to let in fresh air, to the point my classroom once proudly had a little device to measure air quality. What Ludwig means by “kipp” is that a lot of windows are set up here so that you can “tilt” them - opening them a little without actually opening them, which is neat! And a great way to let in some of that fresh, fresh air. In German you say that the window is “auf kipp”. The second post on my dash when I logged on to post this was actually a post about our supposed obsession with this haha.

Since most European homes don’t have air-conditioning, we also have to rely on what we do with our windows to help regulate temperature. Or at least that’s what we do lmao, when it’s as unnaturally hot as it currently is in summer, sometimes the best thing to do in the evening is to open every window and every door in the apartment and get a draft going so the place cools down a little. 

It was really strange to me when talking with my American friends who do not feel the intense need to tilt open your window every few hours to get fresh air (and yes I know this is partially because you often have air conditioning and because of other factors) so I’ve wanted to draw something about this for ages! I love these little cultural differences that don’t seem significant and you don’t think about but are just kind of fun.

'The Raven and the First Men' - Bill Reid. Made from a 4.5 ton carving block of yellow cedar. 1980.

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

Hooking his tie Alfred loosened it with one swift tug; his body seeming to agree yet that expression stayed firm and without wear. Without the plain tie he could finally breath. Decompressing from another day busied and pulled in all direction. Not once, did that charming grin or burst of reassuring laughter fail. He was one tough cookie, after all. 

Wouldn’t want Ed to believe Alfred wasn’t fully there and attentive.

“I got two energy drinks in me and besides, it’s not like I’m going to nap while you’re here. What am I-- Spain? We don’t take breaks in the middle of the day.” He did a playful and gentle swat at Eds shoulder, reassuring him a little lack of sleep could never stop him. “You’re here for awhile right? I was wondering if you wanted to go camping, or whatever. I took overtime before this so we could have a few days!”

“ Current relationship status; made dinner for two and ate both ”

| Alfred F. Jones  | Indie. Sel. Priv.  | Loved by Jenna

Tumblr kids make rly cool pride flag color hue edits and i saw one that slapped recently so i had to draw something as a reminder that Alfred F. Jones is transmasc and sexy

I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me

Petroglyph National Monument, New Mexico