Apr 16
⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ RADIO CHECK : @againstsquares ♡'d for a one liner.
❛ science is cool, once you get past the existential crisis phase. ❜
Loading...
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Chile
seen from France
seen from France
seen from Japan
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Argentina
seen from Jordan
seen from China
seen from Philippines
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from India
⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ RADIO CHECK : @againstsquares ♡'d for a one liner.
❛ science is cool, once you get past the existential crisis phase. ❜
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
@againstsquares: you’re too small.
memes, accepting
auggie throws ben a critical scowl. bending to hoist the stack of richly penciled comic books: “ might be small but ‘m strong. ” boyish annoyance outlines his face. (band-aids cover his left cheek. dark circles hoop his chestnut eyes.)
he ambles toward a shelf. realizes he’s too damn short to reach it. “ ben. ” tormented sigh. “ will you help me? ”
chapter one: omelette. (when i told everyone i knew how to make omelettes, that was a lie.) ' it's gonna be burnt by the way. ' the egg in the pan shows signs of crisping, hughie shakes it. ' everything i cook is burnt. i hope that's not a problem. ' something, something, cooking anxiety. for some people it's overcooking the pink out of chicken, beef to black; for hughie dey, it's burning everything to a crisp. something, something, prolonging the inevitable/inedible. ' at least i'm setting expectations. do you want onions? ' ' @againstsquares .
@againstsquares: i am in a room with three people and a fuckload of quiche. *
a glimpse into the day of a housewife ( apartmentgirlfriend? not so snappy. ): sleep through an early kiss goodbye, wake up three hours later. toss and turn, wrinkle the sheets beyond repair, scroll through notifications until news turns old. ben will always call with something to say; even if it's nothing, it's something to mara, who purses her lips and stares into his kitchen pantry, phone cradled to her ear. ❝ they're just three people, ❞ she offers tiredly. ❝ who the fuck cares what they think? if you hang onto all this anxiety, you're gonna project anxiety, and then they really are gonna think you're weak. you'll be the weirdo at the conference who didn't say anything important or newsworthy because he was busy in his head bugging the entire time. ❞ her hand twirls around a box of crackers to find an expiration date ages past. jesus, byrd. ❝ breathe, give them a good handshake, assert your dominance. bring some quiche home. ❞
ben’s hair looks like danny’s. this is the first chance he’s gotten to see it in a while. not similar as in style, texture, not even colour; ben’s hair has always been a few shades lighter than danny’s and when they were younger and out in the sunshine, danny would put one hand on his own head and another on ben’s and go on a long rant about the science of colour and how the sun clearly likes him more than it does ben because his head was hotter because his hair was darker. danny can see it now though that ben’s hair is greasy, which is what he finds himself looking like a lot of the time because he forgets about getting in the shower or because sometimes he plain can’t be bothered.
it’s weird because oftentimes, when ben sees danny’s hair, ben tells him exactly where the shower is and for danny to get in it. having the chance to look at ben’s hair right now though, danny doesn’t say it back to him.
he’s angry but never through missed calls and empty attempts at contact through the years when ben went mia like this placed a name on the feeling. consequently, danny never really learned how to act it. the what could have been, and what really felt like in danny’s chest, accusatory i thought you were dead comes out without anything. it comes out flat. somehow this interrupts danny’s stomach and he feels something shift in it. he tries to ignore that too.
‘ you… ’ danny starts but basically immediately trails off. he didn’t know where he was going. he shifts his gaze as if ben was looking at him in the first place but now it’s just the two of them looking off at everything except each other, even if it was just some hair that needs a wash before.
‘ i didn’t mean to let myself in. ’ continued @againstsquares
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
@againstsquares: “they’re gonna catch us—”
she’s all smiles as she falls back onto the bed, cheeks rushing rose red in ben’s company. the five vodka shots and counting probably have something to do with that, but she’s just as happy to spend the time with him. she doesn’t know whose room they’ve huddled in now ; at this point in the night, it’d be impressive if she remembered whose party it is. all that matters is the tangle of benandmara, the swell of warmth in her chest there for him and him alone. sure, they could get caught, and just as sure, they’d find a new corner of the world to carve out and keep to themselves. mara leaves the worrying about it to him. for now, she laughs and believes in the inevitable. ❝ mm, no, they’ll catch you if you make a lot of noise. i’m quiet, i can be quiet. if you remember, you’re the problem here, byrd. ❞ rewriting history : a honed skill this late in life. she props herself up on her elbows, a desperate little look in her eyes he’ll recognize well. ❝ sooo... keep your pretty mouth busy, yeah? ❞
@againstsquares said: i couldn’t sleep. for rain <3
“Well, I guess that makes two of us.”
She’ll join him on the couch. She hadn’t noticed when he’d gotten up to leave, too caught up in whatever was going on her head. Whether they were dreams or nightmares, it was rare for Rain to remember them these days, which she should be thankful for. Still, she was often left with a feeling of fear, the kind of thing that wouldn’t let her go back to sleep.
“Everything okay?”
She feels the need to ask, just in case. Maybe she should give him space, but it’s hard to stay in bed without him. It feels empty when he isn’t there.
@againstsquares: 🖕 an argumentative text
( text : BEN 🐧💙 ) do you not want me to visit next week or something?
( text : BEN 🐧💙 ) bc if you’re gonna be really busy with work stuff then i don’t wanna come just to be in your way all the time
( text : BEN 🐧💙 ) and stress you out or whatever
( text : BEN 🐧💙 ) i can just stay at the townhouse and you can give me a call whenever you wanna hang like before we were dating if that’s what you wanna act like