#for the roller coaster

[phoenixthemenace]

Till Death

Day 20. Alt- No good deed goes unpunished

Johnny gradually told Roy a few of the details of his life before living with his aunt, and they were more horrifying than he'd imagined.

"Is that why you sleep with your arm over your face?" Roy dared ask one day.

"So they couldn't hear or see me crying?"

Roy nodded.

"Yeah, that's part of it. It also hid that I was awake, waiting, watching for them."

Roy couldn't respond. He didn't know how.

He was still angry with himself for wanting Charlie that night, when he should have been focused on Johnny.

He loved Johnny.

Didn't he?

He was so certain that Johnny was his great meant to be, that these longings he felt for Charlie confused and scared him. Plus he knew Johnny needed help. Needed someone to talk to, and he wasn't sure he was strong enough for that. For Johnny.

Maybe his love wasn't what was best for him.

It surprised Roy that Johnny didn't mind hearing about Charlie. In fact he was, in many ways, a better guardian of Charlie's memory than Roy himself.

"I'm sorry." Roy had whispered once, early in their relationship, after having woken from a nightmare screaming Charlie's name. Johnny’s gentle caress and soothing voice calmed him.

"For what, Pally?" He asked, cheek resting against Roy's hair, arms snug around him, anchoring him to reality. To now.

"Doesn't it bother you? Charlie, I mean."

Johnny was quiet for so long that Roy pulled away to look into his face. He was met with adorable confusion.

"Nnnoo…" He answered slowly. "Should it?"

"Most people would be jealous, I think."

"Oh. Huh. I guess I could be jealous if I tried. If you want me to, but I think I owe the guy a lot."

"How do you mean?" Roy was startled pulling farther away, his own confusion written on his face.

Johnny smiled, framed Roy's face with his hands, kissed him, then cuddled him back down into his arms and nuzzled into his hair.

"He helped you figure you out." He said. "If you hadn't loved him, you probably would have come home and married Joanne and been miserable for the rest of your life. And he made you happy."

"What if he'd survived."

"We would just be friends, and I would be happy for your happiness."

Roy didn't quite believe that anyone could be so altruistic, but Johnny seemed genuine. He failed to realize that Johnny simply loved him that much. That Johnny would gladly trade places for Charlie in an instant if he thought it woukd make Roy happy.

But he let Johnny comfort him and ask questions. Roy let himself talk freely, ultimately admitting that he didn't know where Charlie was, so he couldn't visit his grave.

Johnny gently encouraged him to find out. That, for some reason, filled Roy with rancor and he'd lashed out at Johnny, who tried to be understanding, but couldn't hide the flash of hurt in his eyes.

Which made him even angrier with himself. He could barely explain to himself why he didn't want to know, didn't want to see the ridiculous shit Charlie's parents probably did, the monument to themselves for having a war hero son.

Not for the son himself.

Or worse, if they still denied him, and he languished in some unidentified hole in a weedy unkept paupers grave.

His Charlie deserved better.

So did his Johnny.

"Hey Pally!" Johnny called out as he bounded energetically through the door to Roy's apartment. "I've got a surprise for you!"

Roy had just stepped out of the shower, so he went out into the hallway in all his glory.

"I hope it's what I think it is."

Johnny tossed his keys and an envelope onto the entry table and grinned, his eyes sweeping Roy head to toe and back again.

"It is now."

He kept staring.

"God." He said. "You're amazing."

"Johnny. My surprise?"

They raced each other to the bedroom.

"I'd say that as far as surprises go, that was pretty good."

"Good? Good?! Roy, that was incredible!" Johnny grinned, bold and cocksure. Roy kissed him.

"I'm going to need another shower."

"Not until I give you this." Johnny ran naked from the room. Roy laughed at his easy exhibitionism. He was back a few seconds later. Roy sat up and leaned against the headboard, Johnny right beside him like an eager puppy.

He handed Roy an envelope and the pleased excitement in his face made Roy stop to kiss him again. Johnny broke the kiss quickly.

"Open it! Open it!"

Smiling at his lover's enthusiasm Roy looked at the return address and his blood ran cold. He didn't even read the letter.

"You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?" His quiet voice was hard and cold.

He watched the light drain from Johnny's eyes. A savage anger welled up inside and his rational mind seemed to recede and watch himself from a distance.

"Get out."

Johnny sat frozen, his expression one of utter shock.

"Get. Out."

Somehow, Johnny was suddenly on the floor scrambling on his hands and heels out the bedroom door where he curled into a ball as Roy threw his clothes, boots and finally the letter at him.

"Leave the key." He snarled before slamming the door. He sank, tearless, to the floor. It was hours before he was calm enough to think.

Oh God.

What had he done?

[tiger-grace]

Jason: it’s always “we love you, you’re apart of our family too, you’re enjoyable to be around, please come home for dinner, blah blah blah,” until you make ONE trauma compensating joke…

Duke: Jason you said “damn this chicken tastes better than the concrete floor of that warehouse lmao” on the anniversary of your own death

Tim: you literally made dick cry

[sp00pst3r]

[bone-apple-teeths]

Imagine you're me, about to listen to the new Magnus Protocol episode. You see the title is "Getting Off" and you chuckle to yourself. Then you immediately feel bad because no, you just have a dirty mind. Johnny and Alex are trying to craft a serious, complex, and horrifying story that hopes to surpass its amazing predecessor and you're laughing. Grow up me. Getting off is probably referring to a train or a bus -- maybe even a boat! Yeah that makes sense, because the last statement we had was ocean-themed. Cool, now that we got that cleared up, let's press play--

And the episode is about a fucking killer mascot going to a strip club. God I hate it here.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I got executed because I lost hide and seek. The method of execution was going on a roller coaster with a 100% death rate. It was a pretty fun roller coaster, other than dying.

[tvuniverse]

Eddie's Face Journey during conversations about Buck's love life (insp) -> 6x15 / 7x01 / 7x05

[bevsi]

love lies bleeding

[cloudcastor]

more mithruns…. a little more in line with the manga style

[pumpkajelly]

I know low - extreme ride intensity is all pretty subjective so just answer however related to however you feel about it! 🎢

(And feel free to put your number and additional thoughts in the tags if you're curious about your mutuals' amusement park thoughts 👀)

[foldingfittedsheets]

Before my beloved and I moved in together they were living with roommates in a place that didn't have a bathtub. Now, a reasonable person might conclude from this that baths would be out of the equation in a home with only one standing shower and no tub.

But these people weren't quitters. Naturopathic doctors and acupuncturists they were dedicated to treating their bodies well and one of the ways they liked to do that was hydrotherapy. Most people are familiar with this through things like polar bear plunges. You sit in a hot tub then jump in freezing water.

It's supposedly good for you and they were way into it. But again, no tub. They'd do hydro showers but it just wasn't the same. These people were not quitters, though. (One of them is the boob soap person, so it really isn't a surprise that she goes hard on everything). So they got what looked like two big metal old timey tubs but which were actually animal food troughs and set them up in the garage. They set up a water heater and god knows how they emptied the tub after, I think there was hoses involved? A pump maybe? I honestly can't remember. Anyway! Voila, hydrotherapy on demand.

I was not aware of this. So when I came over after a long day and my beloved said we should take a bath I was extremely puzzled. I only knew about the one shower. They showed me the garage tubs. I did want a bath and I wasn't really sure about the setup, but honestly I'll try anything once if only for the story, so I agreed.

Fun fact about me though. I haaaate being cold. I've been 0% body fat most of my life with skin barely keeping my bones enclosed. I'm always cold. My favorite activity at the time was sitting directly in front of space heaters. My shower temperatures turn me lobster red and make my beloved cringe. Willingly dunking myself into cold water is the antipathy of my entire deal.

On the night in question I happily submerged into the warm tank, pleasantly surprised by the big silly improvised tub. Which again was meant for livestock. My knees bumped companionably against my beloved as we soaked in the hot water. After a while they rose to go into the cold water. "You don't have to," they told me.

But I was haunted. I wouldn't be doing hydro if I just stayed in the warm tub. Maybe hydro was amazing. It has all these health benefits. I desperately didn't want to but I stood up with them. We were having this nice intimate evening in the garage, just us, I felt safe. I was gonna do it.

They stepped easily into the cold tub, dunking matter of factly into the frigid water. I went to step. I did. I really really tried. My foot went in and I started shrieking, my progress arrested by the total state of shock I entered when my warm toasty foot hit that smug arctic water tension. My beloved started laughing as my pitch ascended the deeper my foot went into the cold water.

I started loudly narrating my discomfort as my foot touched the bottom and I willed my other foot up to join it. "THIS IS VERY COLD," I yelled, "IT'S SO COLD I THINK I MIGHT DIE HOW ARE YOU JUST CASUALLY SITTING IN THIS FREEZING COLD WATER?! I'M DYING- I THINK I'M DYING! I'M DYING BUT WE'RE HERE, TOGETHER! I CAN DO THIS! I CAN DO THESE EVEN THOUGH IT'S SO COLD ALL MY MOLECULES HAVE COMPRESSED INTO A SOLID STATE!"

I ended up with both feet planted in the cold tub, water up to my shins, bellowing and panting while my beloved laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. I hunkered over the cold water, squatting like a frozen gargoyle.

My beloved was trying to psyche me up while I willed my body to obey me. In a sudden jerky drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut I plummeted my body into the cold and let out a shriek that I’m sure could have shattered glass and then leapt up out of the water at a speed relative to a rocket achieving space flight. I didn’t like it.

When we got back inside my beloved's roommates were collapsed on the ground with tears in the their eyes from how hard they'd been laughing. They and probably every neighbor down the block had heard my pterodactyl screeching and narration because the garage was not remotely soundproof.

[xandrikart]

[kisrui]

🧛🏻‍♀️🪽 Cupid’s Chokehold ͏ ✟ ꤭⬚͒ ྀ ㅤ⠀꯭ㅤ

[noodles-and-tea]

i love your modern merthur art so i have to ask, what do you think Arthur’s favorite and least favorite thing about the 21st century would be if when he’s revived?

I think (once he gets used to it) Arthur would really appreciate technology and playing easier Nintendo games (especially if Merlin can play with (for) him)

I think he’d also like binging tv or movie series and comfy clothes (he lives in sweats) and taking very long, hot showers (figures)

As for his least favourite things I think he would occasionally get homesick, less as he grows accustomed to his new life but he would definitely miss his friends and the knights and Gwen.

:(

[citizenscreen]

Coney Island’s world famous Cyclone roller coaster opened #OnThisDay in 1927.

[chronurgy]

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[knightmareaceblue]

Happy October! It's the perfect time of the year to gather around the fire, roast some marshmallows, and tell horror stories about that time you and your roommates took in a monster that broke into your house!