#galex uni au

[blorbocedes]

Would you be willing to share a crumb of that WIP? For you less imaginative anons who love you very dearly?

this wip is called Projection looool. it'll probably never make it the light of day, but because you love me dearly 😘

cw: undiagnosed mental health issues, mild suicidal ideation, Cambridge the institution

Rock bottom for George looks like this: he's healthy, he's on a new vegan diet Lewis swears by, he has a lemon water first thing in the morning for antioxidants or whatever, he's going to the gym 4 times a week and a run in the morning, his grades tread that A minus curve 3.7 GPA carefully, and he's in charge of Student Relations -- practically asked to throw parties every other week he disappears from. By all measures and accounts, every professor who is impressed, every casual acquaintance who pats him on the back, his parents' monthly cheque depositing in his account -- he's doing fucking swell, he's leading a charmed life. If a bus hit George on his way to campus, he'd probably thank the driver and apologize for bleeding out.

Sometimes he feels like the world's most successful actor, running a one man production on the West End -- like he's not constantly tearing apart at the seams, terrified he will shatter if someone sees through the act. There's also creeping resentment, at his professors' buying his flimsy excuses for an extension without probing why, at his friends he grabs lunch with and never wondering how come he never seems to eat anything except a green juice, at his parents -- for not noticing. How could anyone see him and not see a man falling apart, the people closest to him, the people who were supposed to love him.

George feels like a man on the run, constantly, as if he's getting away with something he shouldn't -- that if he stops for one second too long, someone will notice there is something fundamentally off about him, and no amount of perfection on paper could erase the big ugly mark on his psyche. He googled signs of multiple mental illnesses before he went into his yearly mental health check up -- telling himself, it's kind of like studying for a test, knowing what to avoid, even if he identified painfully with them. Getting a clean bill of health only affirmed that he passed, with only a note stating he should sleep more.

He's at a party, the Student Body organized it -- he shows up, smiles at the people who know of him, makes sure he's in some of the pictures that will get tagged and storied -- a, "We have to hang out soon! After midterms, yeah?" that he fully intends to not follow up on, and leave, obsessively keeping track of people's socials later that night, in case he misses some next big thing the campus will be buzzing about. George was h there, right? Surely, you remembered seeing him around.

George is holding a beer, shitty pop music blaring, going over to hi and trying to tune out the multiple conversations -- who got broken up with, which team won which match, the food at the cafeteria sucked today -- the most mundane shit that left him bitterly jealous that all these people were out here living life. Like, really truly being alive. He can't remember the last time he didn't feel like a marionette puppet, he had thought getting into Cambridge would've been it, his father saying he's proud of him. But as George had held the acceptance letter, scanning it over and over again, he had felt nothing. He couldn't even remember why he wanted to get into Cambridge so badly, his one goal that would justify it all — all the sleepless nights and A'Levels hell and the extracurriculars he didn't care about to polish his application — and then, here he was; living his childhood dream, a hell of his own making.

Lewis had forwarded him an article about vegan beer and how most alcohol filtration process has gelatine or some animal based product, so George wasn't touching his -- out of principle. Not that he really cared, his parents had a mountain lion mounted in the living room his father shot during a conservation charity trip, so pretty sure that disqualified any animal activism from George's end. But it was one less thing to think about, if he wasn't supposed to drink the beer, so he clutched on to it tightly like a lifeline, unsipped. Despite not a drop of alcohol in him, his head felt dizzy, cheeks hurting from smiling at the people going, "Russell!" like it meant something, a girl trying to prolong conversation with interested eyes that George has to politely step out of; and almost tripped over someone.

"Hey, got you." The hand on his wrist that kept him from falling was attached to a body, a handsome tan man with brown eyes looking at him with genuine concern. Albon, Alexander George's memory supplied, aerospace engineering major, and George remembers because he's also in the rugby team -- recalls him taking his shirt off after a win, running to his team. He's bloody fit, and even though he's in loose fitting blue knitwear jumper now George can't help but look, know the hard, defined lines underneath, can feel the strength of just one hand easily holding George upright and is immediately ashamed of himself for knowing, for looking. He's glad the party is lit low that his reddening face isn't as obvious.

George catches himself, grateful he didn't spill any of the beer, and mumbles a thanks, the hand of his wrist which had practically branded him -- or how it felt like -- letting go easily. He was readying himself to engage in proper noncommittal small talk, to be a normal human person — congratulate him on the game, how's he enjoying the party, to see him around campus and maybe they can hang after midterms.

Alex catches him off guard before he can launch into his well practised rehearsed lines. "You doing okay, mate? You look like you could use a breather." He says it without a tone of judgement, easy eye smiles.

No, George wants to say. There's a breath caught in his chest. He could use a breather. He's been holding a breath inside for so long, his lungs threaten to burst.

What the fuck do you see, perfect Alexander Albon from CUED, in the rugby team and the 12 pets on Instagram.

Who the hell are you?

George's 15 minutes are up. He feels like Cinderella after midnight, being caught in his ruse, and if Alex and his big brown kind eyes look at him a second longer George might start crying, or twist and turn not knowing what to do with himself, using his intestines as a rope to choke himself with.

"I'll see you around." He says in a rush, knows how disparaging and impolite it comes across and makes a mental note to actually say hi at campus when he sees him next to make up for it, before he shoves Alex aside to leave.

[golden-fairylights]

Thank you so much for tagging me @bohnsky and @duquesademiel to put my messy wip folder out into the world 🩷🩷

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(for some of them I only have notes and ideas, others are finished and only have to be proof read and posted, but I'll try to give you what you want 🥰)

Piarles Belle Epoque

Piarles High school makeover

Piarles Mermaid fic

Piarles Parole song

Piarles Uni Au

Pialres Adoption Au

Piarles swimming fic

Piarles Football Au

Landoscar books

Parent trap Au

Galex - Queer Bar Au

Piarles

Okay, um, I don't really know what to say.... I don't even know it was this bad but somehow the list here just kept growing and growing and it didn't stop. So, yeah, here are all of my current wips, some of them are actually finished and only need to be proof read (or are already and I just have to post them) but I just added them.

I have no clue who has done this already or who wants to do it but i'm no pressure tagging @gaslybottoms @albonoooo @chaesonghwas @your-littlesecret and whoever else might want to do it 🩷🩷.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Trick-or-treat please?

I know what you’re here for 😚

More fic I’ll never write

I actually have the prologue for this written but I just won’t ever revisit it. Royal Galex AU

Alex moves in with Lando.

He went to uni late on account of taking care of his siblings so everyone else is established and he’s using the father he doesn’t speak to address in order to get a training placement at a school, but he’s going to live on Lando’s couch for a bit.

He shows up, things are going well, the bloody prince has come for a visit because they’re making a sizable donation to this school’s special needs program and Alex is face to face with George.

He says something cheeky, George laughs, he gets his bodyguard to hunt him down later and invite him to tea and one thing leads to another and they’re tumbling into bed together and Alex is living in a flat that George has rented out for him and oops he’s in love.

Alex starts wanting more and shoving it down and George starts wanting more and lashing out and suddenly Alex is accepting a permanent job 2 hours north and talking about how it’s for the best and so George decides to take matters into his own hands and propose to him.

Alex says no, and George cries and they talk and Alex goes anyway, but it’s dreadful.

George calls. Alex calls. They’re miserable. George gets so pale and so depressed the tabloids are eating him alive.

The whole year is bad and so Alex comes back, moves back into the flat, calls George who comes over straight away with a picnic and a ring and Alex’s mother’s pet Instagram account accidentally leaks the engagement news - and the whole bit about George being gay and they’re happy forever and ever.

(And horsey gets to be on a tea towel)

[news24fr]

La National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) des États-Unis a rendu vendredi un hommage sincère à la légende du football brésilien Pelé, décédé à l'âge de 82 ans et largement considéré comme le footballeur le plus grand et le plus aimé de l'histoire. L'agence spatiale a publié une photo unique avec la légende : "Nous marquons le décès du légendaire Pelé, connu de beaucoup comme le roi du "beau jeu". Cette image d'une galaxie spirale dans la constellation du Sculpteur montre les couleurs du Brésil. " Voir ce post sur Instagram Un post partagé par la NASA (@nasa) Cela prouve qu'il était un héros non seulement pour toute la fraternité du football et pour des dizaines de fans, pas seulement au Brésil mais partout dans le monde, mais aussi pour les mondes de la science et de l'espace. L'agence spatiale a décrit l'image comme "une image d'une galaxie spirale avec des bras spiraux parsemés d'étoiles bleues d'intensité variable". "Le noyau de la galaxie est le plus brillant et les étoiles apparaissent jaune-vert. L'image a été prise par le satellite Galaxy Evolution Explorer, ou GALEX", a-t-il ajouté. Pelé, triple vainqueur de la Coupe du monde et largement considéré comme le plus grand joueur de tous les temps, est décédé jeudi à l'âge de 82 ans, déclenchant une vague d'hommages du monde du sport et au-delà. Sa mort après une longue bataille contre le cancer a été causée par une "défaillance de plusieurs organes", a déclaré l'hôpital Albert Einstein de Sao Paulo dans un communiqué, confirmant la nouvelle de la famille de la légende.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

hi dear, how are you? for the au, probably very basic, but I'm still interested in your headcanons

george/alex both working as teachers in an elementary school. george probably being the stiff-looking one and alex the children's favourite. featuring their innocent little students who have been shipping it since day one and maybe play cupid a little

Hi Anon, the Galex thoughts are always always flowing.

1. George is always a disaster but I think he’s the school librarian. A little too nervous for teaching. Serious about books. Goes wild for reading to classrooms - always does the most. Making cardboard caterpillars to go along with books and hand puppets and staying up all night to glue googly eyes on a hundred Pom poms. His library is colorful and vibrant and he lobbies to get a couple of sensory friendly rooms in the library because the Cute Teacher wrote a paper about it in uni.

2. Which brings us to Alex. Cute Teacher. Obviously the favorite by and large. Funny funny funny. Always willing to go the extra mile for his kids and also has a crush on George that he will never ever tell anyone.

3. The kids notice how often Mr. Albon goes by the library even though he doesn’t need to and they also notice how Mr. George gets red when they eat lunch together and they think they’re together anyway because that’s how kids work.

4. George invites Alex to his birthday party and Alex shows up with a bundle of kids books and a basket of art supplies and all of George’s mates think he’s weird, but it’s the best gift George has ever received and he has to breathe deeply.

5. Alex finally asks George to dinner and he means it to be casual but then he buys flowers on the way to meet him and it’s not casual because the date is on Friday and they end up walking to work together on Monday morning somehow and that’s it. That’s how it goes on.