#awayness

[arunneronthird]

and whether his eyes stay shut or he just stops caring enough

it feels the same

[impostortale]

Jekyll Dechilde / Hyde Awaye - references

Holy nuggets it's the bitches

Age: [Jekyll] Unknown // [Hyde] A little younger than Jekyll

Height: ~6ft (can change it)

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Last Edited: 9 Sep 2024

Bonus version without clothes below, no nsfw just bones... I like drawing bones :3

[mojaves]

[wakes up] [reads the worlds "non-sexual kink"] [goes back to sleep]

[sillysonglyrics]

"She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays She makes my ruby Tuesdays taste like Bennihana's And all I've really wanted Is for us to get along For us to get along"

-Move Awayer by Hobo Johnson from The Fall of Hobo Johnson

[pigeonneaux]

Commission for @twiggies-draws

[rhine-gold-archive]

Never forgiving ei for cockblocking me on my date with kazu, how dare she

for real, he came all the way from across the world just to hang out and she just had to show up with her radioactive zone of rancid vibes. Kazuha was like "I can handle spooky forest haunted with evil ghosts, but raiden is where i draw the line", and I can't blame him

[pillarofna]

idont even know how to make friends irl like genuine friends that i can talk to. no way im ever gmna have a partner w how little i can talk to people.. literally how do ppl do it.

[cozbunny]

Something;s weird with .me

[derbophobia]

hes so fucking unusual i cannot bear to look at him

[pattiev0yd]

my mum came over two days ago and told me I have so much stuff and it has made me angry so angry that I'm still thinking about it. I don't have a lot of stuff I have a lack of space to put my stuff, minimalism is propaganda aimed at making you so so happy to own absolutely nothing and I firmly believe the modern format, especially when it is aimed at young people, is designed to make you so so happy to never own a house by extension and I will never be happy about that : 3

[jade-curtiss]

Des fois être dans police c'est comme vouloir être animatrice de talk shows d'après midi, mais finalement t'es dans police. Comme y'a du monde mal placé partout. Les gens y rushent. Donnez leur un break.

[vqlisms]

YIPPEE (had to wrangle a snake and thought it was fun)

[sillysonglyrics]

"In the more beautiful of films The hopeless protagonist dies in the end And weather his eyes stay shut Or he just stops caring enough It feels the same"

-Mover Awayer by Hobo Johnson from The Fall of Hobo Johnson

[alchemistc]

"When was it for you?" Buck asks, chin tucked over the nice rounded edge of Tommy's left pec, turning his eyes up through his lashes because every time he does that Tommy's eyes do something soft and sweet that Bucks still a little obsessed with. Tommy's fingers continue twisting into his curls, but he raises the 'need more context' brow. Buck obliges. "The - the spark. Like - I mean you had to kiss me for me to get what was going on but uh - I mean subconsciously I was in it to win it from like, the moment I saw how smiley you got seeing Cap and Athena reuniting. So. I'm wondering. What was it for you?"

There's still times when Buck feels like he's going too fast, too hard, pressing and pushing and reverting back to the neediness of yesteryear, but Tommy does this thing - this insane thing that shouldn't comfort Buck at all but somehow manages to both bring him back down to earth and make him feel like he's not alone in this: he takes his time. A measured breath, a quiet look, pressure on his scalp as Tommy thinks the question through without looking like he's being rushed at all. Measured. Processing both the new information he's been given, the little snapshot into what had first drawn Buck in, and the question he's been asked. If Buck had realized thoughtfulness meant so fucking much to him he'd have learned some patience years ago.

Tommy tips his chin, scratches at his cheekbone, stares at Buck like he's measuring out each word in his sentence recipe and setting up the ingredients of his response before he starts mixing.

"The handshake," he says, with a bashful little purse of his lips, like he hadn't expected he'd ever have to admit to it but he doesn't want to lie. "Just couldn't get a read on you for a while after."

Buck sort of wants to hide his face in Tommy's chest in response to the feelings that bubble up in his chest - the right-awayness of it, an immediate connection Tommy had felt even before he did, it feels like there are a thousand little pipe bombs bursting in his chest. No one's ever given him butterflies quite like Tommy Kinard.

"So it was like a physical thing for you," Buck says, fully fishing because Tommy has dated actual models and no matter how many minutes he spends each time they're naked together admiring the belly Buck's unwilling to dehydrate himself to get rid of, he likes hearing that his boyfriend thinks he's hot.

Tommy surprises him, though. "No, actually. You could barely get your name out but you wouldn't let go of my hand while you gave me five facts about helicopters you'd clearly googled on the ride over. Sorta made me want to stick you in my pocket and keep you there so you could provide me a fact-of-the-hour for the rest of my life."

Buck can feel his face going red. It's a mortifying observation, but it feels a lot like all the affectionate teasing he gets on the daily from Hen and Chim. Feels like Tommy knows him well enough by now to know he likes being read for filth when it means he's being paid attention to.

"You want weird facts, I'll give you weird facts."

Tommy chuckles. The hand in his hair tugs, just a bit, like Tommy wants Buck's face closer to his face but doesn't feel like asking. Buck shifts his weight up into an elbow to oblige, gets a thumb sliding along his cheekbone for his efforts and a primetime view of Tommy's serious face as his eyes flit across Buck's. "I didn't expect you," he says, in the serious voice, the teasing edge falling away. "I didn't expect butterflies and second chances and -." He cuts himself off, thumb slipping towards the curve of Buck's nose. "I didn't expect any of it."

Which is a bit of a revelation, if Buck's being completely honest. Tommy'd taken his hand and smiled while Buck did his level best to break the sound barrier with the pace he set at the beginning of all of this. "You thought I'd be an easy lay?" he teases, and Tommy wrinkles his nose.

"Thought you'd be bored with me before I paid the check if I ever managed to get you on a date with me."

It's actually laughable, with the benefit of hindsight, how terribly wrong that assumption had been. Laughable that Tommy thinks he could ever be boring. Buck could spend hours just staring at the subtle changes in his expression in complete silence and still not be bored with Tommy.

"That's stupid," he tells him, and Tommy thumbs at his bottom lip.

"Well I know that now. You're easily entertained. I've told you the Yellowstone flyover story six times and you still laugh at the punchline every time like it's the first time you've ever heard it."

"Moon moon," Buck repeats solemnly, and has to bite his lip not to laugh about it again.

"I like you a lot," Tommy says, and - they've exchanged I love yous, but there's something about this particular phrase - like Tommy's dug into the very heart of all of Buck's insecurities and learned the exact phrase to burn all those question marks to the ground.

"Ditto," Buck says, because Tommy had been insistent on trying to find a romcom that Buck didn't fall asleep to and Ghost had actually kept his attention decently well. Or. You know. Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore had.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Howie keeps giving me shit for all new movie quotes you keep bringing out at inappropriate times."

"Quoting Clerks at Captain Fuckstache is always appropriate."

"We'll watch Dogma next. See if you can find any gems in that one that'll drive that asshole into an early grave."

"Are there dogs in it?"

"Are there -." Tommy's expression is so offended Buck thinks his eyes might explode. "Evan, even if you don't know the movie I know dogma is one of those SAT words you've found yourself on a Wikipedia black hole about."

Damn. And Buck had been hoping he'd get worked up enough to rant about Buck's serious gaps in knowledge in regards to pop culture. He hams it up a bit anyway. "It's when all the dogs are trying to get into heaven."

Tommy digs three fingers into Bucks side, and if they dissolve into a tickle fight five seconds later, Tommy has no one but himself to blame for the elbow to the face that nearly breaks his nose.

[abcd-em]

i am LOVING move awayer, i haven’t read the book it’s inspired on so i’m interested to know if it’s going to be chronological or if it’s going to be a story told through flashbacks of their 10 month relationship (the book synopsis sounds like it’s set around their last night together and they go back and revisit all important parts in their relationship?) anyway, can’t wait to find out i know it will be great either way! so excited for the rest of this story

I'm LOVING writing it, very big fun for me

I only watched the film a couple nights ago and it had my brain going brrrrrrrrrr

Break ups endings and goodbyes it speaks to me