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I recall there was a timeÂ
We were happy, you and I
In the garden where we met
Nothing was between us yet
Random Aesthethic Generator
90âs existentialist teen baby, Well this is so accurate I could cry.
I want to fill my mouth with your name.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via wordsnquotes)

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Simple stuffâŚ
Emerald City Aftermath (Charlie/Meyer; 1920)
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âYeah, yeah,â Charlie agrees with a bob of his head and a thoughtful dip in his brow. Heâs not even sure whatâs he agreeing to; heâs just relieved Meyer didnât kick him as far away as he could get him. Itâs a good thing heâs beyond fatigued at this point, or heâs certain the hopeful enthusiasm might have buoyed in his voice. Heâs not sure the relief wasnât helplessly transparent regardless, though itâs safer than it might have been.Â
Charlie chuckles as he follows Meyer across the room, trying to pretend that he doesnât feel like heâs trouncing over a very well-protected boundary. âYeah, think I still got a crick in my neck from earlier.â Fuck, he needs to stop talking when heâs this tired. âFromâyour couch.â Not from you. Heâs got something in his neck from that, but itâs more like the memory of Meyerâs hot breath on his skin, his face pressed into the side of it and lips brushing skin andâ
Itâs not something Charlie should think about with only thin fabric covering him.
He hastily yanks back a corner of Meyerâs blanket and clamors into bed beside him, pulling the blanket up over his hip. Charlie lies on his side, arm bent beneath his head and propping him up slightly. His pulse is ringing in his ears again, or maybe itâs just the memory of Meyer breathing, whiningâhe curves his hips back, away from Meyer. Heâs let too many things out that night; he doesnât need Meyer knowing that itâs stirring just to stretch out next to him. Although, itâs a small bed. It canât be helped if their legs bumpâor if Charlie doesnât pull back when they do.Â
He licks his lips, searching Meyerâs face, with his heavy lids and exhaustion. âAre youââ He hesitates. Meyerâs not okay. Why would he be? And what would he say, even if Charlie asked? âYou sure you ainât gonna be too warm in this?â he says and thinks it sounds stupid. His free hand brushes Meyerâs shoulder, just briefly skimming over the fabric of his pajamas, as he holds his breath and waits for Meyer to change his mind.Â
The bedâs somewhat larger than the ones from his childhood, one of the few extravagances Meyerâs allowed himself, but not that much wider, and heâs still used to leaving as much space for Jake as he could. So itâs habit, not proximity, that makes Meyer curl up just a bit tighter when Charlie settles next to him.
At least thatâs what heâd say if anyone asked. Not that Charlie will. Not that Meyer will be conscious enough for very much longer to give any answer at all.
Itâs getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open, even with Charlie crowding into the bed next to him. Meyerâs almost too tired to feelâsatisfied? relieved? he doesnât know what to call itâthat Charlie hasnât left, is right here where Meyer can make sure no one did follow from Atlantic City to finish the job. Useless as heâd be should something happen while heâs in this state, itâs still a comfort to have Charlie close. Whatever else comes of this, at least Charlieâs safe.
He only hums in response to Charlieâs fingertips skating across his shoulder, eyes slipping shut despite himself. The words themselves take more than a few seconds to register, and he canât do anything more than faintly shake his head. âDonât think you wanna see underneath it,â he murmurs, words slurring together and half-said into the pillow, exhausted enough to be unguarded about the mess of bruises and bandages hidden by the shirtâs sleeves. Itâs not a particularly impressive display. He presses his face harder against the pillow, some of the tension strung across his shoulders draining as consciousness drifts away.
Lying down feels better than he realized. Thereâs an itch behind his eyes that threatens to drag them closed, but itâs hard to stop looking at Meyer. Though they squeezed into one bed often growing up, itâs different nowâat least, itâs different in what Charlie sees. Meyer looks soft, his eyes drifting closed, his lips barely parting as his breathing slows. It tugs at Charlie with a twinge under his ribs. He wants to move closer, shouldnât, but does anywayâjust a fraction of an inch really, enough that his leg brushes Meyerâs, but thereâs still enough space between them. Too much, really.Â
For just a moment, Charlieâs heartbeat doubles in speed, his mind too sluggish to process that line of thought. âUhhhâIââ he stammers, licks his lips, and wonders if swallowing has always been this difficult. âI dunno about that,â he mumbles into the pillow. He turns his faceâit really is warm, isnât it?âand presses it into the pillow, trying to suffocate the thoughts that are forming too fast. Theyâd already... done what theyâd done, but there were clothes, fabric. Charlie wagers heâs probably seen Meyer less dressed than most, but the thought of touching him, of their skin together, of tracing over his chest with his handsâ
Heâs not sure Meyer will be awake much longerâif he even still is at allâgoing by the slowing hum of his breathing. Charlieâs not long for consciousness either, and it wouldnât be the first time heâs lulled himself to sleep with thoughts that should be more stirring than soothing, but Meyer is right there and itâs a dangerous game to let his mind wander too far in that direction.Â
Charlie shifts his weight, jostling around a little like heâs trying to get comfortable, just because he needs to move, to shake himself out of it. Sleep is tugging harder and harder at his thoughts, a heavy fog filling his limbs, and he grumbles into the fabric of Meyerâs pillow. It smells like him. Everything smells like him. Itâs the last thought that persists as he fades, hand extended into the space between them, reaching. It all smells like him.Â
do you ever just
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what cadenceâs opinion of marriage is?
âSomeday, sure, maybe, but Iâve got far too much t'do.â
âI hear ya. Donât know what the big fuckinâ dealâs sâposed to be about it. Who wants somebody breathinâ down your neck all the fuckinâ time, anyway?âÂ

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the âbig threeâ of coping mechanisms are jerking off, fucking up your hair, and playing your favorite music real loud
Bluebell: Detention AU
Call it troublemakerâs intuition, but Cadenceâd had a feeling he would be here.Â
âWell, well, well. Whoâd you piss off tâfind yâself here on this lovely day?â
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âOh wow, Charlie,â she sighed dramatically. âYouâve put me in quite thâpositionâŚâ
She keeps a calm demeanor to hide her happiness. If sheâdâve had to ask for him to come along, the endless teasing wouldâve ruined all the fun.Â
âBut I suppose.â Cadence shouldered her bag. âCâmon, sugar, we ainât got all day.â
He dropped his feet from the desk to the floor with a clatter, getting up after her. He looked her up and down, frowning in consideration. With her attitude, he would have expected a little more pushback. âWell... Didnât think youâd be as easy as you look.âÂ
âAfter you, Princess,â he smirked, with a gesture to the door. âLemme know if the coast is clearâthen we bail, deal?â
âA gentleman holds my hand. A man pulls my hair. A soulmate will do both.â â Alessandra Torre
"Do I look like a fucking people person?"
âYâdo fuck a lotta people and youâre fairly charming soâŚyeah.â
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âNow thatâs somethinâ nobodyâs ever accused me of before.â
âBeinâ sweet, or thinkinâ?â
âWhat can I say? I try avoidinâ both best I can. Gets in the way of everythinâ else.â
by grace denton

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La vision de Jacob (1792), Jacques Reattu
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No. Youâre looking backwards. Look forwards. Itâs the only thing you can control.