Fourth wall enthusiast

Now, every time I wake up about three am, knowing I have to get up at 6.45, instead of stressing and panicking about how my day is going to be sleep deprived and miserable, I just tell myself 'Time to activate Mythbusters Protocol' and lie there with my eyes closed safe in the knowledge that I am measurably reducing later feelings of exhaustion.

And when this happens, about 70% of the time the reduction of guilt and stress means I actually do fall back asleep, so all in all instead of getting only three or four hours sleep, I get five to six and a half.

Then, in the summer of ‘86, they hopped in Billy’s Camaro and drove to the golden state, straight to the coast; blasting Iron Maiden, Metallica, and every other heavy metal cassette they could jam in there on the trip down. When they finally got to the beach, Billy got right to teaching Eddie how to swim in the ocean—and even how to surf.

[Follow-up to🌻🌻🌻]

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Billy glowers, nose sticking out from under the hospital blanket.

His voice is low and raspy with sleep, his hair a nest of messy curls sticking up in every direction. Bleary-eyed, he blinks at Steve like he’s been dozing all day and he just woke him up.

“Nope.” Steve gives him his brightest smile as he

strides up to the foot his bed “I’m trying to cheer you up. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Billy grumbles and slips lower like he’s trying to hide under his sheets. “And I told you I don’t want visitors.”

Steve shrugs. It’s not that he doesn’t care about what Billy says, it’s just that after what he overheard last time, he knows better than to believe him.

“Yeah well, I wanted to see if you changed your mind.” he says “Besides, you also said you don’t want flowers but you kept these nevertheless.”

He nods in the direction of the wilting sunflowers. At some point since his first visit, the bouquet must have migrated from the table by the window to the nightstand by Billy’s bed.

It’s a sad sight. The flowers look as sullen as the patient inhabiting the room, there’s a halo of dried up yellow petals underneath each hanging head.

They both stare at them, like they’re the evidence of a crime, until Billy clears his throat after a prolonged moment of silence.

“The nurses made me.” he claims with a pout.

Steve has to suppress a grin. Hargrove is kinda cute like this, grumpy but still too soft with sleep to be mean.

“Sure they did.” he says gently, shrugs out of his coat and folds it over the back of a chair that’s been pulled up to Billy’s bedside.

“What, you don’t believe me?”

A frown, a dagger of a glare. Even bedridden Billy’s hackles are as quickly raised as they used to be.

“I believe the nurses will be happy if I replace these with fresh ones then.” Steve retorts all nonchalant and unwraps the merry little bouquet of gerbera he brought “They didn’t have daisies but I thought a little color would be nice.”

Billy shakes his head, looks affronted at the bright flowers in Steve’s hand.

“It doesn’t matter which flowers you bring. Just tell me what you want, Harrington. Why did you come back?”

“I told you. I came to cheer you up.”

started writing this a while ago and have come back to it

Theo will be in this one just in case that’s not your jam, although not literally in this snippet. Buck and Eddie are crucially not together here:

Saturday slides into Sunday and Buck wakes up early, warm and for a moment content in the quiet before it all starts again. Theo and Chris, and Eddie if he's being honest, will be needing breakfast and then they have to drive Chris to his usual robotics club. He'll want to hang out with his friends later so there'll be the usual negotiation. Theo has swimming in the afternoon and Buck promised Maddie they'd take Jee to the pool too. They need to buy groceries and meal prep lunches and dinners for the week. Eddie was complaining that none of his shirts fit any more since he's bulked up some and he wants to go to the mall to pick out new ones but he might have to do that by himself while Buck is swimming with the kids and—.

'Stop thinking,' says Eddie, muffled against his pillow, his legs are tangled with Buck's and he points his toes, capturing one of Buck's ankles between his feet.

'I wasn't,' Buck says and Eddie turns more fully towards him, the sleepy dip of his lashes and his hair ruffled, smiling.

'I could hear it so loud it woke me up,' he says, craning his neck just enough look at the alarm clock on Buck's side of the bed, 'we have time.'

'Sorry. I know,' says Buck, eyes on the ceiling so he doesn't have to look at Eddie, all soft and warm in the bed they share, 'there's just so much to do.'

'And we'll do it together,' says Eddie, softly.

His hand finds Buck's side under the sheets, the broad span of his palm over Buck's ribs, his belly, skin on skin in the gap between Buck's t-shirt and his boxers. He shifts, pulling Buck towards him and it forces Buck to roll over so they're lying face to face, Eddie's arm hooked around him and his hand planted between Buck's shoulder blades. It's an embrace, there's no other word for it, hip to hip, sharing air and Buck's heart is racing so fast he's sure Eddie must be able to feel it.

I’ve been working through some feelings lately.

Update: I’ve decided to add the other protest animals to this post so they are all in one place at least once.

None of my protest animal pieces are available as prints for purchase. Feel free to print them our and use them for signs or personal acts of resistance.

They are made purposefully low res so the scrapers are less likely to successfully steal and scam people with them.

I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study

after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines

et voila