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@elderminded
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a little late birthday drabble for jay bc i want to ♡ / @elderminded
ANGLED AWAY / HIDDEN HANDS curling loose around precious cargo , smuggled contraband behind one’s back , as if 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 is even necessary anymore —— not that it isn’t , just feels trivial at this point ; of slim pickings company & long since worn out presence shared between them , stretched thin & pulled & pulled , yet maybe that’s why he tip toes like he’s leading a line of partygoers at his heels , ready & waiting behind furniture to leap out of the shadows with the flip of a lightswitch & shout SURPRISE til the honorary member of being spawned into existence of the day scarcely has skin left to jump out of .
half-hearted effort , still , human shield & nothing more , but it’s enough by his standards to sidle up to mirror image turned one day year older ( older than him , even , though only by mere minutes ) & grin like the cat that got the canary , because he might as well have .
❝ hey asshole , ❞ he leads with , because why not , eyes alight enough to crinkle & legs bending to join brother dearest on the ground , gaze briefly flitting up to scan blood orange horizon that just vies for attention , watched with a drawn out focus blurred ‘round the edges that only sunrises demand . even amidst rubble & rust , fire & brimstone & smoke pale in comparison to that of the morning sun , glazed over & catching on every stray piece of metal still clean enough to SHINE . it’s beautiful fitting to start the day with , scarce blessing to count among few , but a blessing nonetheless ( one can hope , anyway , despite it all ) . ❝ hope i’m not interrupting any birthday ritual of yours —— which , speaking of , ❞ quick hiccup of shoulders , half shrug turned hunched over own knees until equilibrium WAVERS just an inch , & hidden fingers reveal themselves red handed to catch balance on a slab of cement .
… goddamn it . ❝ shit . ❞
𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 , indeed . two birds with one stone , as they say , but the dented tin of audible substance hardly seems worth the fuss now , only half his fingers still white-knuckled around its rim to keep purchase in his fumble . ( whatever . fuck it . surprises suck anyway . ) ❝ that was , uh , supposed to be a surprise —— surprise ! —— it’s … coffee grounds . found it in a bunker some shithead must’ve thrown together ; nothing but coffee & toilet paper as far as the eye could see . not entirely useless , though —— i’ll show it to you later , i just … thought i’d keep it a secret until i could give you some , as a … BIRTHDAY GIFT . ❞ lips upturn , now , tail-end of nerves of unknown origins put on pause , a shallow inhale that smells of crisped leaves & dirt & only a little charcoal . ❝ i know we haven’t been graced by this hellhole with a coffee maker yet , but i thought we could chew it like tobacco or something like a couple of crazy people . ❞
god knew they deserved it , even if maybe they were just a couple of crazy people . the only people . he’s learned not to look gift horses in the mouth , though . they’ve got to count their blessings as they come , & he considers the day of their shared birth ( more specifically , his brother’s ) to be one of the most IMPORTANT ones these days —— more than he can say . more than he will .
welp, time to go update my age on all my social media about pages 🥴
i found such a nice short url that i kinda love ??? but elderminded ,, :(( but also do i even have the energy to transfer blogs ? definitely not right now that’s for sure
today’s been v shitty !! but i’ve been reading tua fics on and off all day and am lowkey debating coming off my dinky little hiatus

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hi
still feeling very iffy
long tags sorry
this blog is on hiatus i guess
currently owe:
2 replies - @conjuredead & @hecarried unanswered asks - @hecarried , @changestrajectory , @coffive , 1 anon
@ anyone following me that’s still somehow following me that i have not yet followed back
thanks for being patient, but i am legitimately filled with so much anxiety when i attempt to sort through your urls that i just panic and stop looking at my follower list
i do not know how to fix this
but uhh, hi .. i see you, thanks, i’m sorry i suck.

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&& @coffive asked: bandage ( insert little sparkly-eyed emoji here )
they’re safe, they’re back in 2019, the apocalypse is over. they’re safe, they’re back in 2019, the apocalypse is over, and five’s lower back is on fire. they’re safe, they’re back in — wait.
he somehow manages to hold it together until the rest of their siblings retreat to the living room, but the moment the last body steps past the threshold and moves out of his line of sight, five drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, the shrapnel wound throbbing with an all too familiar intensity.
his head collides harshly with the thinly carpeted surface on which they had landed, and the action leaves him seeing stars. but the stars don’t last long, before a face comes into view, and before five knows it, he’s wordlessly being hoisted to his feet, walked to the living room couch, and gently lowered to the cushions before deft hands lift the edge of his jacket and shirt with care and prod gently at the angry red skin.
❛ i’m sorry — ❜ he apologizes, though what for, he’s not entirely sure.
spectrev:
things got incredibly boring incredibly quick when no one was around, believe it or not. so you have to understand, the moment that he heard the door creak open and close just as loudly, ben had been more than a little excited that he would have someone to bother other than mom and pogo; so much so that, in the process of flitting from the second floor to the first, he may have, unconsciously, bumped into a table mid-tangibility. he wouldn’t have even thought anything of it, if not for five’s unceremonious reaction.
ben didn’t take pride in scaring five, necessarily, but there was the vaguest sense of smugness he felt at being the one to do it — even if it was, by all means, an accident. leaning against one of the ancient , dark wood dressers that was pressed against the walls, ben made himself known; fully corporeal, more specifically, seeming to appear in the blink of an eye as he idly started to tip an empty vase ( which may have, may have, been broken one too many times before ). a bonafide casper, grinning complacently underneath the shield of his hood.
“ oops. ” half-assed apology lacking any real regret. if it weren’t for the blood on five’s shirt ( he only caught a glimpse of it from where he was, and a glimpse was all he needed ), he would have thought he was getting soft. head cocked, and he continuing to rock the vase as he asked: “ you’ve got a little something on you, you know. didn’t pogo just wash that shirt? ”
❛ asshole, ❜ he mutters under his breath, before half-assedly reaching down to wipe away the blood and stopping after a few seconds upon realization that it wasn’t coming off that easy. the gargoyle snickers, the sound akin to a certain high-flying cartoon dog owned by one dick dastardly, and five shoots it a look of betrayal, one that says - i just pet you, how dare you. turning his attention back to ben, five eyes the vase with only the mildest of concern.
❛ if you break that, i’m definitely not cleaning it up. ❜ that’s not to say it wasn’t broken many times before. but it was almost always ben’s fault. poltergeist behavior, klaus explained. well whatever it was, it was annoying. some nagging inner voice that sounded a lot like allison reminded five that ben was his brother, and to quit being an asshol— get out of my head, allison.
but oh right, the blood.
❛ and vanya wouldn’t grab dinner with me earlier, so I had to improvise. sue me. ❜ it wasn’t five’s fault the guy was a thrasher. at least he let him off with a warning. the entire encounter could have gone much much worse.
𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎 .
mutuals, like this post and i’ll
i dunno i’ll do something for u
i can’t think of it yet but it’ll be good
mmm listen okay, still doing this — it’ll be art or smth , or an edit ?? who knows, idk what i’m feeling but i wanna show some love to my mutuals :-)

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mutuals, like this post and i’ll
i dunno i’ll do something for u
i can’t think of it yet but it’ll be good
my coworker this morning: you okay? you look worn out
me: who me, ? i’m good
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