On December

Last Line Tag

big thank you to my beloveds @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tag!

Threesgiving is starting to give! ignore the fact i totally dissected it and rewrote parts and still have multiple vignettes. it’s fine, everything’s fine

And this has been new too, that lethargic frenzy of want and utter give Henry falls under when Alex finds the right string of vowels on his tongue, or the perfect tiptoe between sweetness and sting to balance Henry on.

pressure free tag for @affectionatelyrs @hypnostheory @wordsofhoneydew @leaves-of-laurelin @inexplicablymine @ssmtskw 💖

I love you polyamory. I love you, girlfriend. I love you boyfriend. I love you partner. I love you partner. I love you, partner. I love you, partner. I love you p--

suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted

"No Surprises," Radiohead // Safe (1995) // Kingdom Come, J.G. Ballard // Blue Velvet (1986) // "Once in a Lifetime," Talking Heads // Little Shop of Horrors (1986) // Jon Ware on I Am In Eskew // Vivarium (2019) // "His 'n' Hers," Pulp // The Truman Show (1998) // White Noise, Don DeLillo // Supergod, Warren Ellis and Garrie Gastonny // 17776, Jon Bois // photograph of 1970s Las Vegas underground Cold War bunker // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM

Last Line Tag

thank you SO much to my lovelies @rockyroadkylers @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @suseagull04 for the tags!!

introducing the first of a few new ✨kittentoes aesthetic✨ banners!

anywho, this little snippet is from threesgiving, finally live and ready for consumption!!

But, for now, it’s just Alex and Henry, and this simple sliver of elysium.

a no pressure tag for some go-to’s and a few “out on a limb” tags to some folx i admire! @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @ssmtskw @wordsofhoneydew @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @14carrotghoul @orchidscript @anincompletelist

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

Reading things like this always takes me back to when Ludwig said, "I think it's a constant war when someone dies, to keep them as much as you can in your life, and you can't because you lose to time, every time." (timestamp is 23:49 onwards)

The way it hits every time will always be that strong, I think.

“I miss you more than I remember you” is always the core of grieving a parent who died when you were a kid

you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours)

E || 9.9k || Dub-Con (due to intoxication)

“I wish David were here.” The sigh from his lips rustles one of Alex’s curls loosened away from under the cap. Alex’s eyebrows scrunch together and there’s a new mask edging his features. One Henry can’t quite place in his filmy headspace. “Oh. I thought… Pez said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

The bark of laughter pulled from Henry’s throat is loud and unfettered. The kind of laugh he usually keeps hidden away or stifled behind the guard of a hand against his mouth.

“No, no. I mean yes, Pez’s right. But David isn’t–” Another giggle breaks into the words. “David’s a beagle, Alex.”

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or, Henry gets high, and Alex is everything he's ever wanted.

transwomen are women a woman is a woman

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WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! :) Thank you to @kiwiana-writes @ssmtskw @sherryvalli @littlemisskittentoes @leaves-of-laurelin @ships-to-sail @rockyroadkylers @inexplicablymine and @anincompletelist for the tags (so many of y'all this week omg mwah)

I posted this in the Brownstone already but I want to share it here too - it may be a while but... gymnast AU anyone?

Henry fucking Fox. Alex hates the man on principle. He garnered his fame through conducting an illegal move — in an infuriating flawless manner, Alex hates to admit — all sharp turns that could cut the pregnant silence that lasted the four seconds he was airborne. Fox’s precision was devastating. An admission of his perfection is one that you couldn’t pry out of Alex’s cold, chalked-up hands. Because, for lack of less petulant terms, it’s not fucking fair. If Alex had tried a move like that, he wouldn’t have gotten praise. There would be no standing ovation. No acclimation or praise in the media. No exasperation over the bravery he must inhabit to even dare such a thing. No, Alex would’ve been called a disgrace — would’ve been called out on his gall, the impudence he must have. He can imagine the headlines, the string of words that would appear next to Claremont-Diaz in bold font. Risky. Unkempt. Brash. Unprofessional.

Tagging those who hyped me up (THANK U) and everyone else I would love to see work from (no pressure and open to everyone as always) @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @everwitch-magiks @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged @myheartalivewrites @cricketnationrise and @daisymae-12

Whore.