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i know i've mentioned arin being out as nonbinary before they're on the run from their family, but i do think arin's identity was pretty sound around the age of thirteen, which is when they came out. they've known for a long, long time (before 13) that they were nb, but didn't have a word until thirteen.
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wow who could've seen this coming
“ my best friend of way too many years being exactly my type ? yeah, nothin' shocking 'bout that. ”
~~~~~ no matter what that's his worstie AND his bestie, they're stuck with each other til the end of time. through thick and thin n all that jazz
ARE YOU ROY'S TYPE ? // @nightbins
dickarin nation rise
❝ you're absolutely perfect, dick. never change. ❞
@nightbins : ❛ it's really not so bad, you know, once you get past the taste. ❜ / from here & accepting.
and of course, those were famous last words before swallowing down the last of his pride ... along with what was likely the worst tasting pain medicine he'd ever had. ❛ jesus christ ... ❜ matt grumbled under his breath, giving a laugh both through the pain and disgust he currently felt. the other man, a complete stranger to him, had taken him in after finding him in a trash can in an alleyway, nearly dead. his memory was coming back to him in waves as his head pulsed and pounded, and he sighed.
❛ you force every guy you rescue from the dumpster to take this stuff, or just the blind ones who can't see it coming? ❜ he snorted, wincing in pain as he clutched his bruised ribs.
@nightbins said: ' i think you're doing an incredible job. '
to hear such comforting words is a tremendous gift. it feels as though a hand is at his back. some nights are melancholic, spent dashing nowhere and everywhere, and what happens at one, two, three in the morning is a sort of dispersion, a period of time where you look upon the ruins of yourself. he is grateful for the company as the day darkens. ❝ thanks, man. ❞ the halo of friendship above them, peter jams a fork into his carton of chinese food and takes a bite. ❝ i think i'm doing what everyone else is doing, though. it's just life. ❞ he digs around in the rice. ❝ but, i mean... i'm remembering to slow down more. sometimes just for a minute. better than nothing. ❞
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i owe you one. to pietro
ff7 things / accepting
it's almost shameful how many times he has been late. he hates being late, hates when he is so slow. but when he saw the alert signal coming from richard he promised himself that this time pietro would brave everything and find him. thoughts jumbled into a mess but there's one focus that stays consistent : find him, get him to safety, maybe beat up whatever is the cause of this alert.
pietro allows himself a brief moment to just breathe as dick comes into view, securing him in his arms as close to him as possible he gets to safety, somewhere where he can lay him comfortably, check for any possible injury (which he does). getting his hair out of his face he smiles gently "no need pretty bird, just doing what i do."
[ TXT ] : are we still on for tonight?
date night? >:)
@nightbins: [ TXT ] : are we still on for tonight?
[ txt: bluebell ] yes please [ txt: bluebell ] i mean. is that still ok? im omw anywys haha
the subway rattles arin to their core, free hand holding on to the handle to steady themselves from falling * further into the poor woman in front of them - squashing her groceries yet * again. arin frowns, wiggling a little as they try to give themselves some room. they're already on their way - a quick change after work had left them with barely enough time to catch their train out to meet dick at the mystery location. arin won't lie - they're excited, their trust * completely put within dick's hands ( and there's no better spot for it ).
[ txt: bluebell ] might b a sc. i keep squishing this poor lady's groceries. have 2 buy her sm new fruit
