#Alex: Shh

[swxppedshitposts]

I've just decided that Alex's teeth will regrow if he loses any :) This has definitely led him to just, like, physically rip out his own teeth if one breaks because Dentists Are Scary <3

[soultragedy]

hc that charlie so bad at whispering like SO BAD that the poets know not to tell charlie anything until they're close to the cave because charlie will try to whisper about it in class and almost get them caught

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Tick tock!

Leverage S05E14/The Librarians S01E07/Almost Paradise S01E01

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Silent Hill: Homecoming (2008)

[tsarjozinzbazin]

Could we see Macca and Peddie bullying Stanley on Harry’s behalf to cleanse our timelines please? 🥹

ofc! Here is Alex yappin and Peddie bullying Stanley with his height and Scottish accent <3

Stan is not used to being able to look into anyone's eyes so this is scary for him dont make fun of him <\3

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

Ominous and Peculiar

[alexturner2005]

Arctic Monkeys @ Red Rocks Amphitheatre September 2023, By Aimee Giese

[mcl39]

girl!drivers part three: 18, 23

(series)

[pinipig]

whitney is the last mental dam in nicola's head holding him back from going to eden's cabin, the asylum, and underground farm etc etc, nicola thinks they're fun but he gets scared when he realizes he's not gonna see whitney again.... he needs whitney to degrade him once every three days or he starts thinking about gross stuff like needing to be in whitney's arms..

[i-carry-many]

marble hornets but they all just chill tf out

[maxbegone]

of marble men and maidens overwrought

inspired by this piece by @kidovna

“Alex,” Henry begins, “you’re overworked, certainly overtired—“

“I’ve had coffee.”

He ignores him. “Why don’t you take a break for the rest of the day?”

“I need to get this part done.” Alex snaps his head back up, ignoring the stars he begins to see on his periphery. He starts digging through his pile of articles. “There’s a point I’m trying to make, and I know there’s something in one of these fucking things that will back it…”

“Okay, well, none of this is going anywhere. You and I both know you’re not going to forget what it is you’re doing if you step away for a while.”

Alex tosses one of the papers to the side. “I might.”

“Alex.”

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

i'm assuming the biggest demography for rwrb is americans bc there's a shocking lack of henry watching football (or supporting some london team) in the fanfic

[alex-just-vibing]

Hero being slightly internally resentful because Kel moved on so quickly from Mari's death but is so focused on distracting himself with studies to realize that Kel hasn't actually moved on or even let himself anything.

Gragghh, Hero and Kel angst my beloved <33333

[xcameraobscura]

trying to give a shit about godless

“oh no, there are no men in this town !!”

okay??

[bucktommybegins]

Listen, I refuse to change my url because I can barely remember who anyone on my dash is, but if I found an icon of Alex's face when Zahra is telling Shaan about him mooing over Henry, I would change my icon in a heartbeat.

[lexiputellas]

Tiny Traitor

Alexia is benched today. Not a shock—you knew it was coming. She knew it was coming. A minor injury, just a precaution, but that doesn’t mean she’s taking it well.

She’s vibrating with frustration.

You can feel it from across the stadium, like she’s radiating silent rage. The coaching staff knows. The players know. Hell, even the stadium pigeons are probably reconsidering their life choices.

Meanwhile, you’re seated alone, and it’s glorious. No forced conversations, no small talk, no one invading your space. Just you, the game, and the comforting weight of your wedding band rolling between your fingers.

You love football now, but only because you love her. Before Alexia, it was just another sport. Now? It’s different. It’s hers. It’s yours, too, in some way.

A sharp, sudden movement in your arms pulls you from your thoughts.

Alice.

She kicks her tiny legs, shifts against you, and then—destruction.

The most heartbreaking, earth-shattering cry you’ve ever heard from her.

You freeze.

"Oh, no."

The pacifier? No. She glares at it like it personally betrayed her.

The feeding bottle? Also no. She turns her head dramatically, like she needs you to know she hates it.

You try bouncing her, swaying her, whispering shh, shh like you’re some sort of expert.

Nothing.

And now that the game has ended, her cries aren’t mixing with chants and cheers anymore. People definitely hear her now.

Your heart rate spikes. Anxiety creeps up your spine. People are staring, and this doesn’t feel right. Someone is definitely about to call security. Excuse me, ma’am, is this your baby?

You just need Alexia to finish her post-game routine in record time so you can go home, take a bath, and erase this moment from existence.

Then you think: Breastfeeding.

You don’t love doing it in public, and in the middle of the stadium? Hell no.

Maybe you should go to the bathroom, but where the hell will you sit in there with this tiny, furious dictator?

Alice’s cries grow louder, and before you can even stand, you have no choice. Desperate times. Desperate measures.

You start breastfeeding her.

And just when you think things can’t get worse—she bites you.

Your whole body tenses. Your mouth drops open in sheer betrayal.

"Oh, you little—"

A shadow falls over you before you can finish your sentence.

"Are you breastfeeding or fighting her?"

You turn your head so slowly it’s almost comical. You stare at Alexia, horrified.

"She bit me."

Alexia blinks. "She’s teething."

"She bit me," you repeat, louder, because clearly, she is not grasping the seriousness of the situation.

Alexia tries—tries—to keep a straight face, but she’s already failing. "It happens."

"Oh, does it?" You clutch Alice closer like she’s some tiny, dangerous creature. "Because to me, this feels personal."

Alexia chuckles, reaching out to rub Alice’s back. The second she does, your daughter melts, cuddling into her mother’s touch like she wasn’t just attempting to end you.

Your jaw drops. "You traitor."

Alexia takes Alice from your arms effortlessly while you adjust your top, and just like that, the storm passes. No more tears, no more biting—just the world’s most peaceful baby resting against her mother’s chest like she hasn’t been actively trying to ruin your life for the last ten minutes.

You rub your face with both hands. "I’m never doing this again."

Alexia hums like she’s heard this before. "I think you said that last time."

"And yet, here I am. A victim." You gesture wildly to yourself, pacing in front of her. "I was just trying to be a good mother. And what do I get? Attacked. Humiliated. Judged by an entire stadium. No, wait—worse. By the VIP section, Alexia. The VIP section."

You drop into the seat beside her with a dramatic sigh. "This is how I die. This is it."

Alexia, absolutely unfazed, watches you with that same infuriating calm. "I’ll tell your story."

You glare at her. "Tell them I was brave."

Alexia nods solemnly. "And strong."

"And that I loved her so much, even when she betrayed me."

Alexia rubs Alice’s back, pretending to hold back a laugh. "I’ll make sure they know."

You shake your head, exhausted. "I need gelato. From that place."

Alexia stands, adjusting Alice in her arms. "Let’s go."

You narrow your eyes. "And Cannolo Siciliano with Rafaello. And the Cookies Rellenas pistachio. And the Ración Tarta de Queso de Pistacho. Also—"

Alexia sighs but is already leading you out of the stadium. "And all of that."

You’ve been through too much in the last hour to deny yourself the simple joy of sugar and carbs.

By the time you’re in the car, Alice is safely tucked into her car seat, finally asleep, and you’re sprawled dramatically in the passenger seat like you’ve just survived a war.

Peace.

Until—

"I need a massage," Alexia says casually, taking a turn toward your favorite gelato shop.

Your head snaps toward her. "A massage? For what? For warming the bench too much?"

Alexia gasps, clutching her chest in mock offense. "It hurts my back, carrying the weight of being the preferred mom, you know."

Your mouth falls open. "Oh, you didn’t."

Alexia grins, entirely too smug. "I did."

You whip around, pointing at Alice, now peacefully asleep in the back seat. "She likes you more because she’s an attention seeker just like you."

Alexia shrugs. "Or maybe I just have a special touch."

You groan, rubbing your temples. "I cannot believe I married you."

"You can’t?" Alexia glances at you with a smirk. "Because I recall you saying it was the best day of your life."

Your eye twitches. "Biggest mistake of my life."

Alexia snorts. "You’re obsessed with me."

"I’m resigning from this family."

Alexia finally lets out a laugh, her hand—warm and familiar—moving from your thigh to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a quick kiss. "You love me."

You sigh, long and suffering, but ultimately, you don’t pull away. "Unfortunately."

She smirks. "And Alice loves me more."

You cross your arms, turning your body toward the window. "I hope you wake up with a sore back."

Alexia snorts. "That’s petty."

You nod. "I wasn’t the one sulking on a bench for ninety minutes today."

Alexia glares at you as she parks the car. "You’re never giving me that massage, are you?"

You smirk, stepping out. "Not even in your dreams."

(But you know you will.)