#...for now

[ox24g]

He's fine, don't even worry about him.

[morebird]

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 222

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[incorrect-pilots]

clancy: i'm allergic to death.

[green-crow]

Giggling to myself as I write the most unhelpful comments on my code just for the funsies

Thank god this is a personal project and I don't have a team of people trying to figure out why I have bite of 87 as the explanation of a function

[holy-mother-of-whumpers]

While waiting for Ektor's Distressing Dilemma chapter 2, since it's been a while, a friend @harmonicpeeps has provided us with a nice, short but comprehensive, summary of the last chapter!

Ektor/Hector in foreground, Odysseus in background.

So ✨ Previously On Odysseus' Iliad: Romance and Pain... ✨

[sizzy-ling]

"Pitts," Neil starts, still blushed, but the sparkle in his eyes is positively mischievous. "You do know what no gifts means, no?"

Pitts rolls his eyes, already reaching for the inside coat of his jacket. "It's not a present," he says, sliding the folded piece of paper toward Neil.

Neil cocks an eyebrow. "What is it then?"

Pitts shrugs. "Read it."

Pitts watches as Neil's gaze squints, his eyes already running down the piece of paper. It's glossy and colorful, torn straight out of a magazine.

Neil frowns, looks up confused.

"I don't understand," he mumbles after a beat.

Pitts tries to curb a smug smile. He fails.

"This is a Connecticut magazine," he starts. "I've made a subscription because I want to know what's going on even when I'm not home."

"Okay," Neil mutters, frown deepening.

"Read the ad on the bottom left," he instructs and Neil dutifly does so.

"It's a production of the Twelfth Night," he says, still entirely confused. He looks up at Pitts again.

Pitts folds his arms over the table. Rests his head in the palm of his hand. "When?"

"Second week of April."

Pitts hums. "Okay... will you go with me?"

Neil blinks. "I - what?"

"Shakespear play in Connecticut, over the Easter break. Will you go with me?"

Neil blinks again. His eyes widen, his jaw unlocks.

"Gerard," he mumbles.

"I may or may not have already told my mom to call your house and tell them you'll be spending Easter with us because of some exhibit at a local museum. And a paper we have due a week after Easter. And because I'm tutoring you... maybe I asked her to oversell it," Pitts muses to himself, shrugging a little.

Across the table Neil has stopped breathing. He's looking at him like Pitts is something precious, and Pitts feels his skin heat up.

"I know you don't like returning home for the holidays... and I'm not saying that my parents can't be overbearing or that we can get away with half the shit we get away with in Welton..." Pitts trails off, feeling his throat suddenly grow thick.

"Gerard," Neil breathes again. Pitts doesn't like his name that much, it's the reason why he goes by his surname most often than not, but he could definitely get used to it sounding like that when it comes out of Neil's mouth.

"Will you come?" He asks, shifting a little in his chair. "Please say yes."

Neil swallows. Shakes his head a little and Pitts face falls. "No? Neil, why not?"

"Its not a no. Gimme my list," Neil demands, extanding his hand.

Pitts slides it over. Neil grabs a pen from the pocket of his coat, quickly as scribbling something before crossing it out. Then he turns the paper around.

"Read it," it's almost a challenge.

Pitts' heart picks up its pace as he draws the paper towards him. Neil's letters are shaky, the ink bleeding through the paper. Still, after so many years of knowing each other Pitts can make out exactly what he wrote.

His breath shatters in his throat.

#23. Don't fall in love with him.

Next to it is scribbled down today's date.

Pitts tries not to grin. He fails. His hand automatically shoots out to grab Neil's, but he stops himself in the last second. He casts a self-conscious look around the shop, slowly lowering his hand back on the table.

He looks over at Neil who seems equally upset at their inability to touch.

Still, Pitts smiles. "So, is that a yes? You'll come with me to see Shakespear?"

"You know I can't say no to Shakespear," Neil teases, but his voice is too soft and his smile too genuine.

"I'm sure it's the only reason."

"Of course."

Pitts bites the inside of his cheek. "You're coming," he sounds giddy.

"I'm coming."

It sounds like a promise.

[textpostscymraeg]

Before this moment i was reading your url as "text post mpreg" lmao

Quite potentially the only gimmick blog that doesn't exist yet!

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

Whoever would've predicted that such atrocities would've happened?!

And even Russia and Iran decided this was somehow the 'better' choice

Of course, this is all terrible 💔

'Security forces' you mean terrorists?

[widdleguy]

I'm genuinely like a little rabid dog when you mention my special interests

[astro-b-o-y-d]

The demon that was trying to tell me Bill and/or Cipher were cool names is now trying to tell me Ace is a cool name and it's taking all my efforts to beat back with a stick

[kaluwa-del-conte]

What a great day~ Goodnight everyone!~✨💕

Boop.

[skyward-floored]

Wips. Please. Please. Work with me here, come on pleeeeaaaasssssseeee.

...No?

*flings doc* NEVER MIND THEN I’LL GO CROSS-STITCH BUNNIES

[calamitoustide]

there are many names in history (but none of them are ours) ch7 out now!

“Why do you always leave so soon?” Jamie found herself asking. Reg looked back at the door, through the little crack to see the light, or to hear whispering from the other side. Jamie wanted to follow her eyes, and her soul too. She wanted to know exactly what she knew. She would in time, though it would take much of it. “I shouldn’t be out here,” Reg turned back to her, “My mother doesn’t like it.” Jamie nodded, “Why do you do it then?” Reg swallowed thickly, “She doesn’t like anything that I do,” she answered, “And I…” hesitating she took a second before she said, “And I wanted to come.” Jamie smiled, it spread across her face, “You wanted to meet me.” Reg looked away, biting her tongue, “Why else would I come here?”

[luckyyyduckyyy]

FREEEEEEDOMMMM 💥🎉💥🎉💥🎉💥🎉💥