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( simon ) ;;

   “ dad — “

   the sudden lack of galaxy covers on his form made him stir first, only to be tackled by his dad.  his breath left his lungs with an audible whoosh & his eyes snapped open.  yeah, he was DEFINITELY awake now.

   there’s a weak smile over his shoulder at his dad as he wheezes out a soft ‘thanks, dad’.  well, at least the birthday wake-up call was still the same, no matter if he was turning ten or seventeen.  “ uh, dad —?  i kind of, can’t breathe right now. “

               “ oh ---- whoops “

He doesn’t SOUND as apologetic as he probably should, especially with the grin lighting up his scruffy features. Nor- man rolls himself off of Simon, settling instead to lie on his side next to him, propped up on an elbow.

               “ So, how does it feel                       to finally be turning 21 ? “

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@hefled

                “ SIMON !! Wake up, sleepy-                      head, it’s a very important day                      and you are NOT sleeping in. “

Cue Norman YANKING the galaxy-printed covers off of Simon’s still snoozing form, turning every light on in the room that he could, even opening the curtains & letting in some wonderful morning sunlight. Much like a kid, he jump- ed onto the bed & tackled his son, tickling him for added measure.

               “ Happy birthday, son --- “

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MAY 7, 1996. A NERD IS BORN.

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"How could you possibly love me when I can't even love myself?"

   he can hear the strain in norman’s voice, which is raised just a little louder than a coarse whisper.  his lips purse into a thin line; he had to tread carefully upon answering.  over the past few months he’d been pondering a similar question, & had come up with an answer that satisfied him for the time being.  upon relaying it to the medium, he had to be sure not to be too objective.

   “ there are days where i wonder the same thing.  i wonder what exactly it is that you see in me; the general consensus is that i’m pretty TERRIBLE myself.  i realize, though, that…the way you see me, it’s different than how i see myself.  it’s like creating something — you’ve worked on it so much that you just see the parts that could be improved.  show it to someone else, though, & they see little bits of absolute genius in it.  i love you because i can see those absolutely genius bits, & they’re an inspiration to me, too, as well as absolutely beautiful. “

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actual photo of the muse & mun

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yep, i’m fucking making an account for ichimatsu

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i really fucking want to roleplay ichimatsu from osomatsu-san literally kill me ded

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It's when Artemis is deeply distracted by homework that Norman chooses to lean subtly into his side, gazing down the side of his slim neck as a hand, soft and careful, strays to the inside of Artemis's thigh. The homework wasn't due until next week anyway.

   suddenly, calculus isn’t as interesting as before.  his grip is suddenly lost on the pencil when he feels that careful hand on his thigh.  for a few months they’d been dating, which involves a good amount of kissing & watching moving together, but never something like this.  the touch would have been a bit arbitrary, had his body not been overwhelmed with hormones.  slowly he looks over his shoulder at norman, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips upwards.

   “ well, it’s…nice to see you, too. “

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thecottonproject:

A quick little comic for class. (I am a plant witch.)

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There’s these two boys in my school who are always touching somehow. This morning they were holding hands in French class and here one is fondly stroking the other’s arm. When one of my best friend asked them if they were dating the one with the black sweat just smiled while the other one started blushing really hard and just stuttered a weak “what”.

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oh wow, your ‘poor pitiful me’ bullshit literally makes me sick to my stomach :)

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My muse hasn't slept for days, come in my inbox and make them go to bed

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healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake

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( ??? ) ;;

          ❛ well, NORMAN, you’re short as shit.                         —– consider yourself lucky then. there’s                  not many around these days ❜

                “ NO, you’re just overly TALL.                       Why am I lucky ? Are you go-                       ing to hurt me ? Or hurt other                       people ---- ? “

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( ??? ) ;;

            ❛ well, pipsqueak, i’m a DEITY. guessing i’m the first one                   you’ve came across, right ??  ❜

                 “ My name is NORMAN, not                  pipsqueak. And yeah...I’ve met                        demons & evil spirits & zombies                        .....but no GODS. “

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( ??? ) ;;

          ❛ you’ve got a good eye…and here i though mediums were long gone. ❜

                “ ....you know what I am, but                      I don’t know what YOU are... “