#collophora

It's coming! Here is a preview of @collophora and my contribution to the @changedzine. It was a blast working with the extremely talented Collophora on this project!

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Ice didn’t know how long they stood there, Maverick’s face buried in Ice’s chest while his shoulders shook with sobs, but when Ice looked up, his hand stilled in its motion of tentatively stroking Maverick’s hair.

Goose was standing before them, on the other side of Maverick in front of his own tombstone. His form was close to solid, almost real enough to touch, and when he reached out to place a ghostly hand on Maverick’s back, his smile was the truest that Ice had ever seen it. Like now he could finally be at peace.

“Tom,” he said, and Ice met his gaze automatically. “Thank you.”

And before Ice could reply that Goose didn’t have to thank him for anything, he faded away into the mid-afternoon sunshine, like he had never been there at all.

In Joey’s hand is a much-loved, crinkled photograph of Violet’s father, who’s beaming at the dark-haired man with green eyes in the photograph in Violet’s hand. Both photographs have been torn, and they join together into a cohesive whole.

“That’s my dad,” Joey whispers.

“And that’s my dad,” Violet manages, unable to tear her eyes away from the now-joined photograph. A loud ringing in the distance jerks her out of her trance. “And that’s the lunch bell.”

Joey sniffles. “I’m not really hungry anymore,” she admits, and wipes her eyes. “So…so if your dad was married to my dad, and my dad was married to your dad…and we’re both born on May fifteenth, then…” Her voice breaks. “Then you and I, we’re like…like sisters.”

Violet’s laugh is wet, full of joy. “Sisters?” she repeats. “Joey, we’re like twins!”

“Oh Jesus.” He’s crying so hard he can barely breathe, and the feeling of Maverick’s arms around him after five years without it makes him cry even harder. “Oh God, Mav. I love you. I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Ice, what the — are you crying? What happened? I was only gone a few minutes…”

The laugh that tears free is wild and dancing on the edge of hysteria, because of course it’d only been a few minutes for him. Of course it had. “It was a lot longer for me.”

y’all: yeah we know you’ve told us a thousand times

me:

51. Favorite food?

pasta carbonara. also twizzlers. and popcorn!!! i love popcorn so much, i could eat it all the time.

62. What makes you happy?

Aww, no need to be shy, I love interacting with my mutuals! And good job still following this absolute trash fire of a blog 😜

Wow this is interesting ! I didn’t really thought about it ^^ (do you’ve got source ? :>)

Maybe it’s different on the French site, but it seems like Wikipedia covers most of this–

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonobo#Social_behavior