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#& . 🖼 › albert ⤻ mirror .#albert dinkle supremacy

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hanbinkies‌:

“come with me.”

it had been on his mind for weeks. ever since his midnight feelings leaked into sunny afternoons, the only thought that ran through his head was how he should take bee to his makeshift studio. even when he was so focused on trying not to burn their breakfast and hot wiring the car, the thought still lingered. he couldn’t push it away which … was special. nobody had the real, utter chance to see his art. not his mom, his dad, his ex lovers and friends. zephyr’s art was his own and he swore to himself that it would never belong to anyone else, but now the curtains were opened for bee. maybe he owed it to her too. after all, he’d snuck away for so many nights without telling her and even recently, he pulled the same thing, though this time with sincere promises that he wouldn’t come home too late.

zephyr hadn’t spoken word to her since they’d left the house. he really didn’t need to because bee would see what she was supposed to soon. they had their token radio station playing the same fucking songs over and over. that was enough. besides, he wasn’t about to coach her through navigating the wreck of a store. he simply grabbed her hand after she emerged from the car, and guided her inside.

while the art store had been practically untouched when zephyr stumbled upon it ( who the fuck needed paint in an apocalypse ), it had been through a lot since he made it his own. the front windows were boarded up for one thing. there wasn’t a logical reason why, it’s not like he had to block out the sun while working at midnight and besides maybe bee, there was nobody to peak inside. really, he just felt like he had to. zephyr guided her through aisles and destroyed shelves that were harmed in fits of pure rage ( he hadn’t done that since he got a handle on things and started cuddling bee in bed ), but they lay ruptured on the floor like some twisted graveyard. if it weren’t for the sunshine that leaked through the cracks of window boards, one wouldn’t have been able to tell what was in the store. zephyr had never figured out how to turn on the fluorescent lights above and frankly, he didn’t want to.

there was one last corner to round before an open space was revealed. zephyr let go of her hand for just a moment to turn on a set of lamps ( smaller desk lamps and lava lamps, whatever he could get his hands on in the store ) that all pointed to a stool in the middle of a space. as each beacon was turned on, more was revealed about the room. cracked clap sculptures appeared with their shadows, canvases that were hammered into walls were able to tell their stories. sometimes the canvases weren’t enough, and paint expanded onto the surrounding beige walls. there were dozens of pieces, the headstones of the graveyard that seemed to surround them from every single angle. liquor bottles that were kicked to the sides of the room began to glimmer, along with shards from bottles that were subject to smashing from zephyr’s vexation for pieces that he couldn’t get to look just right.

after every light was turned on and the studio was fully revealed, zephyr returned to bee’s side, hand brushing against hers as he cleared his throat. “i used to come here a lot. still do sometimes,” he simply explained, eyes locked on a sculpture of hands intertwined across the room. the memory of their hands laced together moments ago made his heart pound. “i made all of this shit.”

#& . 🎲 › zephyr ⤻ threads .#ft. bee

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louttercup‌:

𝙇𝙊𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 … @hanbinkies !

　　　 if you told nebs she was going to get hit by a car and survive ────── she’d believe it. after all , she had a feeling that she was different since fourth grade , when she hit that kid ( george was his name , a despicable and unforgettable one at that ) in the back of the head with a rock during a game of tag. there was no way a fourth grader could have such aim and precision while running !! to be fair , that kid was about to snitch on her for trading her graham crackers for pokemon cards. it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t interested in the pokemon cards he had to offer. but that’s besides the point ────── one moment she was crossing the street and the next thing she knew , she landed on her ass on the other side of a car.

　　　 ❝ OW , WHAT THE FUCK ?! ❞ she wasn’t sure who she was more mad at ────── the driver who wasn’t looking where they were going , or herself for making the decision to backflip over a car instead of just letting the driver put her out of her misery. maybe then her ass wouldn’t hurt so much. ❝ guess i’ll have to add invincibility to my list of superpowers , ❞ she muttered under her breath to no one in particular. it was tragic that no one was able to witness occurences like these , she aspired to be that one person on the news that people created conspiracy theories about. well , she thought she was alone at least.

for as much as binky loathed parties, he attended a lot of them. it’s not like he was dragged to them either. his friends would simply say they were going and he felt as if he had some duty to show up and hold their hair back and make sure they didn’t make too many mistakes that night. sometimes he could make cash at parties too : trade baggies for wads of cash which would inevitably go right back into taking care of the person he dealt to. the cycle wasn’t preferred though, leaving binky to soberly bop around parties while his friends danced on tables and were fine no matter how much he worried. most often, he took to smoking outside. he was never one for top 40′s or whatever was blaring over cheap speakers – it was a heinous move but he’d always spew out something like i’d rather listen to tchaikovsky. and the fresh air was nice and he didn’t have to deal with whatever host didn’t want him to smoke inside.

he’d just pulled the last cigarette out of his pack, lighter igniting as he burrowed into a deep thought of when he’d be able to stop by the texaco and pick up some more – would it be too much to ask to stop on the way home? probably. he’d just circle back after everyone was dropped off. but that’s when he noticed tires screeching and a figure flipping over a car. shit. after maliciously flipping off and shouting at the driver, binky towered over the victim. “nebs?“ he questioned in utter shock, cigarette still hanging from his mouth as his eyebrows shot up. “one hell of a superpower there, holy shit.” joints crack as he kneels down next to her, eyes instantly scanning over her for some sign of injury or indication that she was entirely fine. “are you okay? holy fuck. i thought you’d be dead. here. think you can get up?” hand extends towards her, eyes wide in concern.