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eidetic187 · 3 years ago

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↳ @mancicon ❤’d // If I Had You

❛❛ There’s a thin line between the dark side and the light side. ❜❜

#;; verse ( original )#mancicon #is he talking about work? is he talking about star wars? who knows

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oksytoci · 4 years ago

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@mancicon said, ‘ my sins are… too great. ’

‘ you mean like interesting? like good gossip? ’ colour villanelle impressed — though only as long as it turns out this great is in fact the braggy type, not something that ends up running more in the repentance lane, keeping everyone bored, banged up in a confession box. she’s has been caught in that before. paint her BOOING the mic away then. ‘ go on then. we can make popcorn! ’

#mancicon #IC.#ANSWERED.#IT'S NOT LETTING ME TAG U!!!!! tumblr WAKE UP

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komunion · 4 years ago

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to → long man: do that mean we’re gonna make this official to → long man: i do <3 to → long man: u good i was toasted

@mancicon con’t.

#mancicon #jaylen interactions.#sick ...

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bnjmin · 4 years ago

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[ snap ]

@mancicon / accepting.

reflexively, his middle finger flips up. he’s sure he looked unhappy, stuck behind the counter in this perpetual prison. the generally regular company is something that lightens the sentence, sure ---- except at the bling of a lens being pointed at him.

❛ take it from, like ... lower down. so i don’t look like a fucking hobbit. ❜

#mancicon #sir just pose and say thank you ...

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voidpill-a · 4 years ago

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✧ 👁👄👁

@mancicon | send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

#mancicon #i love them they're literally just both disasters #they see each other <3

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voirverite-a · 5 years ago

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@mancicon replied: Rory is gonna lose his mind if perry uses northern slang

the whistle of a kettle, the wooden thump of cabinets; a domestic symphony conducted by a sinking sun in a red-shingled home. “care for a brew, love?”

#mancicon #riley gave me the pointers #small thing but you knew i had to do it >:)#* ii: 80’s.

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ecritverite · 5 years ago

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* STARTER. // @mancicon // RORY.

“god-bluddy-dammit rory— the dog! you’ve made ‘im looks like he’s been mucking about in mud saunas—” really, it’s just a rainy day, and woods is borderline hyperbolic, a result of his witnessing dirty prints tracked over their clean wooden floors. now that he’s just encountered the splotched, dripping wolfhound, he’s coming face to face with the dogsitter of the day. “—and you! look at the state of ya, did he drag you right through wiv him?”

#rory and boris probs willingly played in the mud 2gether at the park #love them #mancicon #* int : rory.

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prismatiics · 4 years ago

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@mancicon // cont. from : ★

“ well , i – ” he stammers as his left hand attempts to dig into his right pocket . his right merely tightens on his glass of water . nowhere did he stop to think and switch hands . “ you’re more of a gold kinda fella , aren’t you ? ” he asks , finally setting the glass down . now both hands are trying to squeeze the tiny velvet box from out of his trouser’s pocket . “ just wondering ‘cos – ” sweaty palms aren’t ideal in this situation but here we are . in his struggle , a clumsy elbow knocks the glass over and it shatters on the pristine hardwood . between his profanity - laced apologies , rory sinks down to the floor to pick up the broken pieces . not even a second passes and he yelps . quickly standing , he opens his hand to show it’s stained red .

with dinner getting cold at the dining table , the pair are squished together in the bathroom . to no one’s surprise , rory’s managed to slice his palm on a piece of glass . defeated , he watches tony wrap his injured hand .

“ i don’t want to ruin the surprise , ” he begins quietly , “ but … can you be a doll and get the box out of my pocket so i can finally ask what i wanted to ask ? ”

( he has got to be the strangest young man i’ve ever come to know... ) the familiar thought goes drifting soothingly through tony’s mind as he inspects rory’s dinner fidgeting in uncertain anticipation, exaggerating the famous arch of one brow. “pardon?” did he just say gold ? grounded in reality and acclimated to rory’s oddness and impulsiveness, he passes up the rare opportunity to fantasise about wedding rings and hurries to worry about all the peculiar things in this world that can be beset in gold and purchased by rory ryan.

thankfully, his partner doesn’t give him much time to fuss before there’s another more urgent calamity in their midst. one bony, waggling elbow sends a nice holiday glass to its fragmented demise on the floor and before tony can rise up through the profuse cloud of apologies to sensibly fetch a broom and dustpan, rory’s bent himself down to the shards with all caution abandoned. the designer strides briskly to his side in alarm to draw him safely from hazard, anxious fingers threaded into the roots of his hair. “oh, rory, don’t–– you’ll––”

washed in bright wakeful bathroom light, delicate hands wind a bandage about the musician’s palm with the precision of a surgeon and the silence of someone deep in thought. several years ago, a past anthony iddon would have had less peace over a broken glass, wouldn’t have been so tender and forgiving in his touch and gaze. thawing, slowly, he supposes. rory’s specifically worded request rouses tony into cognizance and after a mechanical pause to register, he finesses the box in question from its snug pocket and feels a knot of emotion swell in his throat and sting his eyes. there was no law against pledges of commitment.

ever so forward, tony throws out his prediction before he can be stolen away by the overwhelming tide of surprise and locks rory in persistent gaze. “you’re going to ask me to marry you, aren’t you...” he finds voicing it has the opposite effect of steadying him and instead, the back of his free hand flies up to conceal the vulnerability bleeding into his expression while he stares at the box, still unopened. “are you- are you absolutely –– i mean absolutely –– certain about this?”

#me shortening the og reply of urs just so i could ramble #this is the first time i have written tony in this much Length and depth so bear with me on the writing skillz #they both said lemme just ruin the romantic conventional mood here #* int : tony.#mancicon

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winebleeds · 4 years ago

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patience wears thin, aching his forehead. but, besides pressing palm deeper on his forehead before his usual motion of brushing his curls back, he doesn’t show it. rory is all over the place, and raleigh can’t keep up that those railcar of thoughts were connected on the same train. he looks back at rory with a small smile. ‘ can you, um, repeat that again? ’