#do not fret

[mediumgayitalian]

"Don't cry."

"...I'm not."

"Omigods. Will. Don't cry."

"I'm not!"

But there are welled up tears making his eyes looking huge, and even as he bites it his lip still trembles. In seconds there is the slightest of sniffles.

Nico groans, slumping against the handle of the grocery cart. A WASPy mother glares at him in passing. He glares back and sics an errant soul onto her monstrosity of a hairdo for good measure.

"Will," he groans, metal bar digging into his forehead, "Will, it's a lemon."

"I know," Will sniffles, bravely. "Just -- leave it. Let's go."

Nico moves his arm, just enough to watch his too-tall over-empathetic dumbass best friend try and fail to pull himself together in the, and Nico cannot emphasize this enough, very public grocery store in the suburbs of Long Island, where people stare.

And, like.

The staring is not too unusual.

Will is in cutoff shorts and flip-flops. It's early March. Climate change is not that bad yet. The two of them are wearing neon camp t-shirts -- Nico's good, goth t-shirts have been stolen from him to be 'washed' -- and are both, Nico must emphasize again, fifteen years of age, with a grocery cart each full to the actual brim with Pop Tarts, Twizzlers, medical supplies, socks, and silly string. Will is approximately nineteen feet tall. They make a scene. That is a fair evaluation.

But rare is the day where Nico cannot quell the stares by reflecting hellfire into his eyes. Mortals usually flee in terror or at least walk away traumatized. Today they aren't even looking.

"Will," he says, as gently as he can manage. Will looks over, after a minute, and his bright eyes look so glassy and miserable that whoa, hey, Nico can manage a whole lot gentler than he thought he could, can't he. He reaches up and pats a palm against Will's wet cheek, swiping a thumb under his eyes. "Do you. Want." He glances over at the lone, half-dried up lemon on the floor by the produce baskets. "Would you like to take the lemon home with us.

"Yes," says Will quietly. Nico's hand falls away and Will wipes his face, crouching down to scoop it up. He hesitates before putting it in the cart, cradling it against his chest. "It's just." He looks at Nico through his eyelashes. Nico tries to smile encouragingly. Based on the immediate tears and sobbing of a child directly behind Will's shoulders, he is unsuccessful. "If we don't take it, no one will, you know."

"Yes," agrees Nico slowly. "Due to the fact that it is garbage."

Will snatches his hand back like Nico had smacked it, glaring hard. Nico is really starting to consider those bipolar pamphlets Kayla left pointedly on the Apollo table. Yeesh.

"It's not -- garbage! Just because -- just because something isn't as good as everything else doesn't mean it's garbage!"

...Or not.

Ah.

"Ah," says Nico. He clears his throat. "Ah."

Some cultures attribute tact and gentleness to his father -- Death accepts all, and in facts invites all, to reside with Him. He will take your hand and guide you to whence you have never travelled, where you have no kin. He will speak to you in your shock of your life and your triumphs. He, when you have no one, is your compassionate, voluble friend.

Hazel inherited all that, unfortunately. Nico got the dead-eyed stare and fruitiness.

"Uh," he tries, anyway, "if you were a rotten lemon, I would take you home."

Will looks at him skeptically. "You would?"

"Y -- uh, yes. I would make." He wracks his brain. "I would use you to clean surfaces."

"...Oh."

"Yes. Like -- chopping boards, and the like." He makes a karate chop motion with his hand. He immediately takes the hand and shoves it into the untraveled depths of his pocket, which is a challenge due to the fact that it took him forty minutes to paint his jeans on this morning, and vows to cut its quisling digits off as quickly as possible. Why is he alive.

He is grateful at least that his friend is about as stupid as he is.

"That would be a good use for me if I was a rotting lemon," Will agrees. He looks down at the rotting lemon cradled in his hands. "Maybe we will use you to clean."

"Yes," Nico says, gentle coaxing. "Now let's put the lemon in the cart, okay? We're almost done. We just need the nineteen quarts of ice cream Cecil paid me ninety dollars not to disclose to Chiron. Let's go."

"'Kay."

Garbage lemon safely laid among a braid of licorice packages, dead centre in the cart, they move on. The stares follow them, but Will at least does not seem to mind -- used to it, veteran camper that he is -- and slides his arm through Nico's crooked elbow. Nico takes that as the opportunity it is to steer him away from the cake that a nefarious teenager has pushed to the floor, lest that set him off next. They have only minutes until they make it to the cash register, where Nico will pay for whatever Will is watching him scan, and are home free.

"Hey, Nico."

Nico hums, eyeing the self-checkout line. "Yeah?"

"Would we still be friends if I was a worm?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

[guineapigposting]

LMAO this dude went outside and got petal'd on by a tree!!!!! WHAT A GOOF

[dyl-z]

280 | 281 | 282

[sammyworcestershire]

Ah yes my master plan all along…. Lure you all in with sastiel content then ambush you with selfship shenanigans … /hj

[sttmh]

R u uhh…alive?

yes

[atlasthecactus]

SONIC 3 SPOILERS!!

HOLY SHIT SONIC MOVIE 3 WHATTTTTT

LITERALLY EVERYTHING SHADOW DID (good or bad) WAS UNDENIABLY COOL

FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY-

MARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AH HER SCENES KILLED ME

LIVE AND LEARN IS A BANGER I LOVE THAT THEY INCLUDED IT

EGGMAN PISSED ON THE MOON!!

AMY!?!? RAHHHHHHH

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT BUT SONIC MENTIONING HOT TOPIC TO SHADOW LMAOOO

[devilfromtheriverstyx]

Pop off me from like five years ago

Close up on Ty Lee because she’s my favorite

[thelikesoffinn]

Sooo...I accidentally killed Arabella and Astarion - Mr. Let The Orphans Burn While We Dance Upon Their Ashes - actually sounds rather downtrodden about it.

I knew there was a heart beneath all that bloodlust and bitterness!

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Booster Piece for @/legacy5742

I wish I was making this up XD

♡ Commissions are always open! ♡

[nan0-sp1der]

D' you 'ave any affiliaton' with alchamax?

I did once. No longer do I have an active affiliation with the Achemax--nor the Oscorp--of my dimension. At the time of my creation, they had become a joint-venture known as Dedalus Research and Development. They are gone. Have been for several millennia.

[eyedruple]

nobody panic dw is still going loud and strong for me . it’s when I get all the vintages that we have to panic

[theroundbartable]

So, yesterday was write a 12000 word fic in one sitting day...

Today is headache day.

I hate how normal this is by now.

[guineapigposting]

LMAO this dude went outside and got petal'd on by a tree!!!!! WHAT A GOOF

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

I'm okay (says girl who has never been okay once in her life)

[habibisagi]

guys good news your favorite bnha characters that you can't see in the final chapter have actually relocated over to blue lock!!! they are now sexy worldwide-known professional freaky soccer players!!! GET EXCITED

[neongreenllama]

I apologize in advance to all my mutuals and followers for the person I will be tomorrow