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@spoiledmoments ( joe m. ) Restless Vision

       Ryan watches Joe closely, eyes squinting, as he tries to figure out the source all of that balled up energy he senses radiating out of the quiet man. “Something’s on your mind,” Ryan prompts impatiently. “Out with it. You’re driving me crazy.” Is it Gordon? Cameron coming back? Ryan needs to know.

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           ‘  Only if she wants to lose her job  ’  he quips in a whisper, grinning at the idea. He can’t recall the woman’s face, or where to even start looking, but rumours spread like wildfire. It wouldn’t be hard with a process of elimination. Besides, the pairing is unlikely - Joe concludes ‘  Grab your things, I’ll meet you at the elevator in three minutes. Don’t be late  ’

       Of course Ryan hears that and he has to laugh, knowing he asks for it. It’s fun to poke at Joe a little, even with harmless flirty comments about others that hold no weight. “I don’t need three minutes.” Ryan tosses his jacket on, then slings his satchel bag over his shoulder, ready. He doesn’t wait for Joe as he walks pass him, expecting to be followed. “You’re getting me Chinese, right?” he prompts with soft grin at Joe.

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             Closing his eyes Joe accepts the kiss without any further questions, nothing needs to be said for them both to understand what it means. They’re together, finally, after a prolonged period of time and that completed them both. Joe can’t speak for Ryan, and he never would, but the way the body moulds into his reminds him that everything is alright. Just as it is, at least in that moment.              ’   You’re always welcome  ’ a lot is still unsaid, parts that they would no doubt argue about later. The frustration of not being able to work in his desired field, Joe having to still chase progress, them having to live under the same roof while it’s happening. Joe’s brain works a million miles an hour as he tries to run through all the possible scenarios, answering the questions before Ryan even has a chance to ask them. It’s important that he knows, he has to be the strongest out of the two of them. It’s a toxic line of thought, one that feeds into the overbearing egotistical part of his personality but he’d lived this long with it, and Ryan seemed to like the reassurance.               He allows himself the moment to set it aside, placing a gentle kiss on Ryan’s shoulder before continuing with his sentence ’   — to come back, and to kiss me. Whenever you want, I’ll always be here  ’

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Manish Dayal for 1883 Magazine by Stephanie YT 

“I got a liberal arts education and a degree in business, however, I was always latched to film and appreciated well-acted and complicated performances. I studied filmmaking as well which shifted to acting after I played a bit part in a friend’s student project. After that, I was hooked. Additionally after 9/11, many of us had to re-evaluate ourselves. It was important to hone in on what exactly I could legitimately contribute to the discussion. People with brown skin, for example, were not being represented with any dignity and the larger and more dangerous consequence was that our country wasn’t being reflected properly. IMO, after 9/11, acting and film went from passion to a responsibility.”

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{ I need to get this guy active again }

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             unsure of what to do with his hands once ryan’s removed the clothes he just balls them into a fist, his fingers clenching and relaxing as he’s touched. and then ryan leaves again and joe’s gaze is fixated on the back of his head, a longing smile passing between them once their eyes meet a final time. when ryan finally looks away, joe takes an involuntarily step forward and then stops when he realises there’s a choice to make. 

                   a few hours ago ryan hated him and now he was openly inviting him back into — well, whatever they had been before everything had taken place. joe can’t recall ever conversing about the status of their relationship, nothing with official labels anyway, just that - on some level - they’d begun dating at some point and that along that line they’d both became mutually exclusive. it’s a comfort to know that nothing had changed, despite the initial resentment that’d taken place, and although he may just be retreating into the nostalgia of it all, he knows he’s unable to resist what ryan is offering. 

                 joe removes his clothes, draping them over the sink before padding over to the shower. closing the glass door behind him, there’s a deep rooted uncertainty of how to progress from here but he takes a timid step forward anyway, hoping that he’s not overstepping the boundaries by crossing over ryan’s personal barrier. then again, the invitation had been extended and joe knows that if it gets too uncomfortable, ryan’ll just push him away and let him know. the fear of rejection still doesn’t hinder his motions, however, and less than a handful of seconds later he’s cocooning his body over ryan’s. with his head resting on the man’s shoulder he takes the hit of the water on his back, feeling more comfortable in that moment then he had in a while.

              ‘  thank you —- for coming back to me  ’

       This feels like the longest wait he’s ever done—longer than prison—only because Ryan doesn’t know for sure if Joe will come. He’s confident, but the part of himself that isn’t fills with doubt. Maybe Joe wants space after a vulnerable moment, too embarrassed to stay. Maybe Ryan’s imagining it when he notices the longing in Joe’s eyes. Maybe his own neediness is off-putting. So many negative maybes are squashed when the shower door slides open.

       A soft exhale glides out of his mouth and his eyes close against the alleviating tide relaxing his shoulders. The beat of his heart slows to a normal pace. Ryan is hyperaware of Joe behind him. He’s a grand presence which comforts, especially once those arms wrap around him and the touch of Joe’s body sinks into Ryan’s back. It’s only then he realizes just how much he’s missed this. He craves this kind of intimacy, deserted during his stay in a cell. He’s subconsciously aware of his hands rising to grasp Joe’s forearms, his hold unbreakable, to remind himself this is real. It grounds him more than anything else ever has, all because it’s Joe. He feels better than the warm water rushing down on them.

       “Thank you for accepting me back,” Ryan counters quietly, partially in disbelief. Joe isn’t aware he’s saving Ryan, but it’s in his eyes when Ryan gazes steadily at Joe.

      Ryan leans into him and shifts his head at an angle so he can stare at this man who offers him a home, not just in a roof over his head, but also himself. Joe’s face is so close Ryan can almost tickle his nose on Joe’s beard. An impulse surges Ryan: He cups the man’s jaw as he lays lips upon his cheek, the kiss lingering longer than necessary. If he pulls back, Joe might disappear and he doesn’t want that. So Ryan holds on again, threads his fingers in sopping, thick, dark hair to anchor Joe to him and links his other hand with his, refusing to let go.

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          Joe grins before biting at his bottom lip, leaning over the office cubicle to get in closer ‘  what you doing for dinner?  ’ he asks, already expectant of no commitment. 

       It’s touching, that hidden romantic side of Joe’s. Ryan likes it, even if his next words tease. “I was thinking about asking Melanie to grab a bite with me.” He stands to lean in close, stretches his neck up as he folds his arms against the cubicle wall, and lightly grins. “Think she’ll say yes?”

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             ‘  you’re cute when you work, even if it is just accounting  ’

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       Ryan startles badly enough that his hand knocks over a cup of pens when he whirls around in his chair. Heart racing, large brown eyes plant on Joe, incredulous, until Ryan registers who it is. He calms some, smiling. “You scared the shit outta me,” he laughs, smoothing down his hair.

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alivesque:

{ Hey all. My activity has been slow ‘cause life’s been a busy upheaval of various sorts, good and bad. Busier than I’m use too tbh. Kinda doesn’t leave much room for writing, though I’m always lurking. I’m still adapting after my move to Illinois too; it’s a slow process, but I’m gettin’ there. 👍🏽

Early to mid-June in particular will have me absent.

June 3rd - 5th — roadtrip with friends June 7th — visiting another friend, Rin, in Chicago June 15th - 19th — visiting family in California

And that’s just June! Previous months have been all over place also. xD who knows how upcoming months will be, lol  I’ll do my best to pump out replies or starters I owe before I go, no promises though.  ]: I seriously won’t be focused on Internet much around these times, so y’all might have to wait another week+ before seein’ somethin’.

Anyhow, patience is always needed with me. It’s greatly appreciated. ♥ }

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I took care of Oreo for a long while, so she is precious to me. Please, if you can help at all, donate or spread the word. Thank you.

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You thought we were riding to heaven, well I motherfucking lied So crank that funky shit to eleven

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                         the truth is that there are a lot of people                          like you, us, with strange hobbies or                          talents or gifts, and  we try to hide it                          because we’re afraid that it makes                          us seem weird or it will turn people off,                          but  that’s  a  m i s t a k e.                            

                          ❝ What makes me unique has brought                                every person I love into my life. ❞

       ned the pie-maker  pushing daisies  written by De’Sias

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{ Trek yo’self before you wreck yo’self. 🖖🏽 }

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Manish Dayal

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BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY WANT TO LEARN.

bake  a  cake  from  scratch.   ride  a  horse.   drive  a  submarine.   speak  a  second  language. dance.  catch  a  fish.   play  an  instrument.   throw  a  punch.  build  a  deck.   ice  skate.   unclog  a  drain.   program  a  computer.   change  a  flat  tire.   fire  a  gun.   sew.   juggle.   play  poker.  paint.   fly  a  kite.   sculpt.   write  poetry.   change  a  diaper.  sing.  shoot  a  bow  &  arrow.   ride  a  bike.   swim.  sail  a  boat.  do  a  back  flip.  play  chess.   give  cpr.  pitch  a  tent.   flirt.   stitch  a  wound.   read  palms.   use  chopsticks.   write  in  cursive  /  calligraphy.  use  an  electric  drill.   braid  hair.   make  a  campfire.  make  a  mixed  drink. do  sudoku  puzzles.  wrap  a  gift.   give  a  good  massage.  jump - start  a  car.  roll  their  tongue.   magic  tricks.  do  yoga.   tie  a  tie.  skip  a  rock.  shuffle  a  deck  of  cards.   read  morse  code.   pick  a  lock.

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