Hello bestie I come bearing BIRDS
🕊️🦤🦩
also obligatory 🦃 because he Haunts and Vexes me
tumblr just deleted my entire response so im going to walk into the sea? ANYWAY. kissing u on the mouth for these birds. and rip @ your turkey stalker.
🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)
Trent was a warm, comforting weight, partly curled into Ted’s side and partly lying on top of him, face buried in his chest and hair everywhere. Seeing the usually so cool and collected reporter all disheveled and loose and relaxed was—
Well, it was privilege. And if Ted thought he looked kinda cute, curled up like this, hair askew, that was his business.
Anyway, it was… nice. Trent was breathing deep and even, and Ted could feel himself relaxing, too.
local idiots STILL not together more at 10
🦤 a quote you had to delete :( (but still wanna share!)
this one might be saved but it's looking like probably not so! close enough!
“I have had numerous drag personas,” said Beard, leaning back in his chair. “Some of whom are now legally dead.”
“What the fuck does that mean,” said Roy.
🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)
Ted continues to stare, eyebrows scrunched together, and then after a moment, he says, “Trent.” He takes a breath, head tilting slightly like he’s trying to think of a gentler way to say this, and then he gives up and says, “That’s pretty fucked up. And I’m real sorry that happened to you.”
trent: haha anyway that's a story from my childhood
ted, staring with abject horror:
trent: what
ah, Autism Childhood Experiences... gotta love em.
🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)
Ted nodded to himself, throat dry, chest tight. “Uh, right,” he said. “Well. I’ve said my piece.”
He turned to go, not trusting his face not to give him away, and said, managing to keep his voice steady, “I suppose I should—”
“Wait,” Trent said, finally breaking the silence, but it was his tone that made Ted stop in his tracks. It was almost a gasp, genuinely desperate. Not polite, or pitying, or reluctant—almost ripped from his throat with its sincerity.
Ted turned to look at him only to see—a most unexpected sight.
Trent Crimm was blushing. He was actually blushing.
“I—you. Um. Yes,” he said, stumbling over his words.
Ted blinked. “What was that, there?” he said.
“A date,” Trent blurted out. “You didn’t actually—ask? I. Yes. A date.”
Ted raised his eyebrows, but something was dawning: Trent may not have been shocked and upset.
“Are you saying yes to a question I haven’t asked?” he said. There was hope, now, in his heart, but he also couldn’t resist teasing a little.
“…yes,” said Trent, a little sheepish. And then... “You could—you could save me the embarrassment and ask, you know.”
“I dunno,” said Ted, tapping his chin faux-thoughtfully. “I’m kind of enjoying this.”
Trent’s blush deepened.
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