#i tried to correct everything

[qiu-yan]

thoughts

also wasn't sure what to do with the lan simp brothers so i guess they can sit on the side

[canisalbus]

you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels

Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[23-tiny-wishes]

May your soul live, achieving millions of years, you who love Thebes, sitting with your face to the north wind, your eyes beholding happiness - inscription on the "wishing cup" lotus chalice, the first object encountered inside the antechamber of KV62

[foolsocracy]

Whose Jean Paul Valley :•0? ~Canary

hes so wild

This will be the ultra abridged version, but basically he starts off as this com sci grad student and his dad (dressed liked a crusader and bleeding out) barges in to his dorm/shit apartment and is like... GO TO SWITZERLAND!! and dies

anyway in switzerland its revealed that he comes from a long line of guys that have been conditioned and trained to act as/be Azrael for the catholic(?) cult Order of St. Dumas. This whole training-conditioning thing is called The System, and it turns out Jean Paul has already been through that in his childhood and now that the previous Azrael is dead (his dad) it can be activated.

Its sort of like an alternate personality that is incredibly violent and 'righteous' and whatnot. And it turns out he was a test tube baby that got experimented on to give him physical enhancements. All this was repressed tho and he had no clue.

His debut got him involved w/ Batman and he takes up the mantel at one point after Bruce breaks his back. He does an awful job cause hes predisposed to being awful. Im p sure he was made batman in response to readers being like "batman should be dark, work alone, and be so mentally ill". And the writers went oh ill show you mental illness. He stops being batman and stuff but thats who he is at the way beginning. I'm still learning my Azrael/Jean Paul lore so I can't speak too much on it. Take this w a grain of salt

heres a random collection of panels/pages cause theyre fun:

[azul-marie]

luis. (sweet talk)

note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.

“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”

his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.

you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”

your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.

across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.

leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.

“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.

“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”

“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”

“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”

heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.

he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.

a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.

“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.

friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”

though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.

“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”

ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.

you offer your hand. well, duh.

“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.

at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.

she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.

translations below: “tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?” “what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.” “it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.” “i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?” “that’s what i’d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?” “wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?” “i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”

[whalehouse1]

Dick: Yeah, Tim became Robin to help B get out of his funk from me moving out and you dying.

Jason: So he’s a wannabe emotional support dog?

Cass: Chihuahua….

Duke: Then why does he act more like those toy poodles all those rich ladies have?

Damian: I never thought I would be able to call a dog useless.

Tim: LOOKITHEREYOUSONSOFB$&@3S!!!!

[blush-and-books]

donna and harvey's perceived power dynamic vs their actual power dynamic is very special to me. harvey's desk and donna's desk are specifically configured so that he can look out of his office and see her in full view whenever he wants, having the masculine power of "the look" over his beautiful secretary. people perceive this as him having power over her; he looks upon her and she faces away, complicit to it. HOWEVER. if he has the power to look, then she has the power to listen. not only does donna know every person who is in and out of that office, but she canonically hears every single conversation in intimate detail. her power over him is through knowledge and transparency.

[mewsmagic]

Clothes Shopping with Collei, part 1! (platonic/not ship btw!)

[manicpixiedreamguy]

The trans man's guide to singing (on T and other things)

Introduction:

First things first: I am a trans man on HRT who's studying to become a professional singer (not opera lmao, I'm studying modern singing) and all the information I'm providing comes from my personal experience and what my current teacher, who's been teaching me since I started T, taught and told me during my voice change. This is directed towards people who want to go professional because, again, that's my personal experience, but if you're reading this because you like singing as just a hobby, most of what I'll be talking about applies to you too. I might overexplain things because I want this whole thing to be understandable to everyone, including people who barely know what vocal cords and the diaphragm are; on the same note, I hope I don't end up sounding condescending and if I do, just know that's not my intention at all. I won't be saying anything about pre-T voice training because I never did that and giving the wrong advice when it comes to these things can lead to serious damage to people's vocal cords and throats, so this is strictly a singing through and after a voice change post.

The Basics:

The first thing you have to do is talk to your teacher and explicitly tell them everything about your situation (this applies to anyone, cis or trans: you've worn a back brace during your whole childhood? Tell them. You've had any kind of surgery on your nose? Tell them, and so on; they'll probably ask anyway). I know it can be hard and even scary when you're trans, but if you don't do it you won't achieve your goals; I remember going to another teacher when I was a semi-closeted teenager without disclosing I wanted to work more on my lower register and it made my dysphoria so much worse that I just quit after a few months and didn't try taking singing lessons again for years. And being straightforward helps with both finding a good teacher and finding a safe and positive environment by avoiding bigots (sad, but true). Being honest with your teacher is also crucial because when it comes to singing, it's very important to find positions that feel comfortable and don't physically hurt your throat and vocal cords (or any other body part that's involved in singing) in order to not train your muscle memory on movements that are detrimental for your body, and while no one can find them for you, you need to tell your teacher when something your muscles are doing hurts or feels uncomfortable. Singing is almost like doing sports as the vocal cords are muscles that can and do get hurt, and adopting the wrong positions can result in a less than ideal performance at best and in injury at worst. I can't really help with this though, because I can't tell someone else how to move their own body and how to flex their own muscles and I am not a teacher, I can just tell you to take it slow and that when something's right you'll feel it and when something's wrong you'll also feel it. And remember that something not working for you doesn't make you a failed singer or anything like that, it just means you haven't found what works for you yet.

Singing while wearing a binder:

I wanted to start with this first because I think it's very important. Back in the day I've read posts on the Internet saying you should not sing while wearing a binder and while I do get where those posts are coming from, not everyone can afford to not wear one, myself included (before getting my top surgery last year). At first I tried going to my singing lessons with a sports bra under a loose flannel shirt (that kind of pattern, along with checkered patterns, helps hiding curves) but honestly it sucked as I felt too dysphoric, so I had to come up with a solution. At the time I happened to have an older, more stretched out looser binder that I decided to relegate to the role of singing binder because it didn't do its job properly anymore as an every day binder, but if worn with looser shirts in warm weather and layers in cold weather, it was perfect for singing. It still hid my chest fairly well and wasn't as constrictive as a newer and tighter binder would have been. One important thing to keep in mind is that while wearing a binder your ribcage doesn't have as much freedom as it would have without one and while that does suck, don't beat yourself up if you notice that it's difficult to do some things. I've sung while wearing a binder for most of my life and you can make it work, it just takes time and patience. If you can/want to, you can just not wear anything underneath your shirt to sing, but personally I tried doing that like once and felt awful. And if you wear tape, I guess that would be the best option; I never figured out how to wear it so I have no experience with it, I watched video tutorials and stuff but for me it never worked and I still don't know what I did wrong, but if you do wear it, try going with that.

Singing after top surgery:

I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but after top surgery you'll have to forget how you sang while wearing a binder and start learning (almost) all over again because it's a whole 'nother story: your posture will be better and your ribcage will be more free, making you able to hold notes for longer and breathe in more air, which means you'll have to do some adjustments. First things first, you'll have to wait at least a month after your surgery to sing again (that's what my surgeon told me but you should still talk to yours, even though I'd say that as long as you'll have to wear the post surgery tight thing I forgot the name of you should avoid singing) and you'll have to take things slow. I got my surgery in August 2023 and I'm still (re)learning stuff, so be patient because it's worth it, my ribcage feels so much better now and my posture has improved, making singing overall better and easier. The most important rule when it comes to singing is listen to your body. If something feels weird or wrong, stop, figure out (with your teacher if you're taking lessons) why it feels like that and try to fix it (again, with your teacher); don't push yourself too far/too hard, otherwise you could get hurt. This applies to singing with a binder, singing after surgery, and just singing in general. Trans, cis, doesn't matter: listen to your body. I can't say anything more about this because everyone's different so I don't think I should be giving tips as what works for me might not work for you, you have to figure it out yourself. Having a teacher helps and there are some things that are pretty much universal, but their body is not your body and there are multiple ways to do the same thing based on each individual's preferences, needs, and bodies.

Can I/should I take singing lessons while my voice is still changing?

Yes, it's actually recommended! I've already said it here, but a couple months before going on HRT I found out through another trans man singer's website that taking singing lesson during your voice change helps a lot, both with your technique and with your voice is general. For your technique, it's beneficial because otherwise you'd end up with a completely different and untrained voice all of a sudden, making it harder to get back into singing and harder to find new positions that work for you, and for your voice in general, it just make the change easier. I have recordings of me singing and talking that I made each month as my voice change progressed and while my singing voice was a mess, some months literally changing every week (not necessarily going lower and lower each time, one week I'd be a baritone and the week later I'd be a tenor for some reason, then back to baritone and so on), my speaking voice rarely cracked. No idea if it's related to me taking singing lessons since the beginning but I'm saying this regardless just in case. For reference, I started T on August 4, 2021 (on this exact same day three years ago!) and started taking singing lessons the following month, so I've basically trained my voice during its entire journey.

Oh no, my voice change is a mess!

Worry not! It's totally normal and there will be lots of adjusting to do and what works for one week or one month or any other period of time probably won't work anymore as your voice keeps changing (especially when trying to switch from your regular voice to your falsetto, as your muscle memory was trained to switch at/on a different range), that's frustrating but, again, normal so don't panic if a position you adopted for a few weeks suddenly doesn't work anymore and you'll end up sounding like a hairdryer with no sound coming out of your mouth. Actually, sometimes what my teacher and I call the hairdryer effect isn't even a matter of positions, sometimes during your voice change you just won't have some specific notes and your voice will break instead but again don't panic, the notes will come eventually. While my voice did drop pretty fast, it took me around two years to finally get a full range (in my case the missing notes were exactly in between my regular register and my falsetto register, making switching between the two a pain; I think it's actually how it is for everyone in general but I'm not sure as I am just me y'know). Also my teacher told me most guys' voices will drop very low for a while and then stabilize themselves on a higher speaking range and while it kinda didn't happen to me according to her due to me being a bass-baritone and my voice stabilizing itself on a much lower speaking range, that's the average experience. Anyway don't worry, your lower notes aren't gone, you still have them but you'll have to work a little more than you used to to hit them.

Figuring out your range and type:

I'll have to tell you about voice types, ranges and classifications first. There are many different voice type classification systems, none of which universally applied (music is messy), so I'll go with the basic operatic six types one that I grew up with and that most people use. From highest to lowest: soprano, mezzosoprano (also known as just mezzo), contralto, tenor, baritone, bass. Those are the main groups, but there are subcategories as well, such as countertenor (sometimes considered a main group for some reason, no shade though) and bass-baritone (my voice type! 👋). If your voice's done changing or if you are pre-T, figuring out your range and type will be quite easy but if your voice is still changing, don't worry about it, you'll just have to check what it's up to from time to time until it'll be done and it'll settle on its final range and type (me and my deep ass voice had to go through almost the entire male range spectrum in like a year and a half so I'm speaking from experience here). An important thing to know is that pitch isn't everything as there are many other characteristics that together define and categorize a person's voice, and that voice range and voice type are two separate things as well; your vocal range doesn't define your voice type on its own because voice types are more about where you feel more comfortable singing rather than what notes you can hit (which is what defines the range of one's voice). To have an idea of what you'll probably sound like after your voice's done changing, you have to see what you sound like pre-T. The length of the vocal cords plays a huge role in this: the longer the vocal cords are, deeper the voice is; testosterone puberty results in elongated vocal cords, so if you've always had longer vocal cords like in my case, your voice will be on the lower end of the spectrum. As I just said, I had a pretty low voice pre-T, as I was a contralto as a preteen (I sang in a choir from age nine to twelve, started as a mezzo but then my voice started dropping around eleven years old), and therefore have a pretty low voice now, as I am a bass-baritone (a subtype of both the baritone and the bass types; the term refers to a lower baritone or a higher bass that can sing both and I am a lower baritone but usually sing bass because it's more physically comfortable for me), because I have long vocal cords and that's it; and while there aren't many studies about the exact role of genetics in the developing of the human voice, I sound eerily similar to my father so here's that.

Don't think that starting T sooner would have given you a deeper voice because I started it at twenty and while I acknowledge that's still fairly young, my first puberty was (sadly) already done and yet my voice is deeper than most cis men's (both statistically and anecdotally speaking). You can start whenever and it won't impact how your voice turns out. And if you're thinking about starting to smoke to make your voice lower: don't. I'm a former smoker myself and while I don't make a fuss about people smoking because I'm European, it's just counterproductive from a logical standpoint. Though one thing about singers is that, just like doctors, we smoke; when you meet a singer there's a high chance they're a smoker and if they aren't there's a high chance they used to be, no idea why. Anyway, don't smoke because it's not worth ruining your voice and lung capacity over and it's also not recommended at all while on testosterone (I smoked very little, like a few cigarettes every two weeks or sometimes even once a month, and my endocrinologist still told me to quit because my blood tests were a little messed up because of that). While it's best to go to a professional, there are YouTube videos that illustrate how to find your vocal range if you want to do that on your own or only plan to sing as a hobby, so I won't say anything about that. What I will say though, is that you should warm up first (always warm up first at least a little no matter what you do, especially if you plan to sing in the morning; even just talking out loud for a while can count as warming your voice up) and if you want to find out your range on your own please use the aforementioned YouTube videos, I've watched and even used a few back in the day and they'll tell you exactly how to do things right, don't just start belting out note after note until your voice is straining and uncomfortable because you'll get hurt (I want to make clear, as I've mentioned the possibility of getting hurt in the previous paragraphs, that getting hurt when it comes to singing ranges from having a bit of a sore throat for a while because you didn't drink water before performing to permanently ruining your voice and losing parts of your range because you tried metal screaming with no training so yeah, be careful).

Useful exercises:

In my experience the most useful exercises to do during a voice change are interval slides with the classic, iconic brrr (that I had to look up the name of because I swear no one, not even one singer, in human history has ever called it by its proper name: lip roll; I'm leaving the brrr thing instead of editing it out because it's funny) and some basic hear it and sing it. Also my teacher and I found out, during a phoniatrician check-up I did while my voice was still changing, that singing big jumps between notes helps a lot, even though I have no idea why. Basically, get a piano or keyboard (here's a link for a virtual piano if you need it), play random notes, and sing; it's important for you to switch between your modal (what I've been referring to as "regular" in this post) register and your falsetto register. I suck at explaining things, but this is what you have to do: play one note, sing it, then play the next, and so on. Additionally, I went through my text conversations with my teacher back when my voice was at the beginning of its journey and found the links to three videos we used a lot at the time, so here they are: this 10 minute vocal warm up, some beginner bass vocal warm ups, and some other bass-baritone vocal warm ups. If you go through these channels you'll find other exercises for other voice types and ranges as well. I recommend using jazz singer Judy Niemack's recordings (playlist linked in the above paragraph) because those are the one I used and still use. Your range and voice type don't really matter, you can either harmonize with her or sing in your comfortable range (in tune!) (or not in tune if you're doing this as a hobby I guess, I'm a singer not a cop) (but ear training is fundamental if you want to go professional, so: in tune!).

Alright I think I explained pretty much everything, but if you have questions don't hesitate to ask! I'll be more than happy to answer.

[dufferpuffer]

Albus CoS: Hm... I don't have many DADA teacher options this year... I can't ask the Ministry to supply someone, they suck - and I can't ask the Governors to pick someone, they're headed by Malfoy...

Well, I suppose could spin Gilderoy into a good learning experience for Harry: After his burst of fame last year I worry he might grow a big head, like I did after my first year. I can't teach him that lesson... it must be scared out of him early so it doesn't fester.

Gilderoy makes Severus look exceptionally good, which is necessary. It will teach Harry which adults he can trust, since he struggled with that so much last year... I wish he would trust me but I can't force that. I must give him space and try to foster it slowly. Besides, it's for the best if I don't start to care for the boy on a personal level. That has never ended well.

I'll keep my distance, but make sure to tell him he can share anything with me, that he is a good boy I support - and that help will always come to him if he asks for it. To talk to the teachers he trusts. To know that he is supported even if I am not here. That should do. He wishes to be a little independent... but last time I let that independence truly flourish in a boy it went quite badly. This time I will put more pressure upon relying on others.

-- He comes back to the school to find out Harry didn't seek any adult help - planned to get Minerva's help but TURNED TO GILDEROY INSTEAD, Went off on his own to face certain death WITH GILDEROY AS A PRISONER All because he had a feeling 'he was the only one who could' Then, right after this traumatic experience, still covered in blood and slime - he wants to go and do something cheeky to Lucius Malfoy - a man that outranks Albus in most ways -- Albus outwardly: "Well I'm glad it all went well in the end. Now don't take too long and forget about the feast, alright?"

Albus inwardly: Holy shit this kid is so fucking cool. How does he do it? How does he defy every expectation I have? How does he do the opposite of what I think is best and thoroughly prove me wrong? FUCK he's cool. He's like me :^) But BETTER than me. WOW. He doesn't even have that big a head about it. Astounding.

...He really needs a role model who can show him love, he isn't learning this 'please for gods sake trust adults sometimes' lesson - I gotta take the risk and go find Remus for next year...

[azfellschild]

HI LOVES GUESS WHAT FINALLY ARRIVED !!!! 🥹😭✨

(blurred to not spoil too much hehe)

[fear-no-mort]

slams fists down on beautifully crafted oak desk

[kathybluecaller]

Finally got around drawing Aioros :D

[themadknightuniverse]

what about lalo taking care of a drunk nacho. or vice versa

Lalo taking care of drunk Nacho:

"Ay, Com' on Nachito! This way!" Lalo says as he guides an unsteady Nacho to the Javelin. Nacho said he would be the one to drive them home, but that was before Tuco challenged him in drinking shots, and he finally gave in to the blatant and stupid defiance when Lalo murmured against his ear that he could drive them home. Luckily he didn't drink much at the time. And so now he was in charge of a very drunk Nacho, the most drunk he ever seen him, and they've been together for a while now, married even, so that was saying a lot. But Lalo didn't mind. He loved to take care of his Nachito.

So he installs him in the passenger seat, tucking his belt tight, and it's not easy to do with a clingy Nacho. Because yes, alcohol tended to transform that man into a giant koala. He has to detach Nacho's hands from his shirt, from his shoulders, and kisses both his hands, promising to take care of him once they're home. It barely makes the little pout disappear on Nacho's face, but it's enough to let Lalo drive them to their home.

Nacho is calm during the trip, saying little nothings, making some non sense analysis of life in general, none of them leading anywhere, but it's always in those moments that Nacho reveals how interested in life he actually is. His interests are multiple, diverse, and under the non sense there is his whole sensitivity to existence. Lalo loves it. It's stupidly endearing to hear his husband like this. When they arrive, Nacho doesn't give Lalo any chance to simply drag him away, no. Nacho clings to Lalo's neck with all his might, and Lalo can do anything but to carry Nacho like the koala he is, Nacho's arms around his shoulders, his legs around his waist, and even drunk Nacho's strength is just as astonishing. By the time they reach the bedroom, Lalo has kicked his shoes away, and climb on the bed with Nacho still attached to him, and lies down with him. After some sweet kisses all over Nacho's neck and face, he relaxes and lets go enough for Lalo to get free. Lalo guides Nacho into the removal of his too tight shirt, Nacho complaining a bit at being moved but still doing it. Lalo then gets up and removes Nacho's shoes, his socks, then his jeans, leaving him just in his shorts. By the time he's done, Nacho is snoring softly. Lalo goes to fetch a tall glass of water, some aspirin, and a bucket, just in case. Nacho did really drank a lot, but maybe the copious amount of food they ate at the family party would help. He installs everything on Nacho's side of the bed, and joins him too after getting rid of the same clothes. He covers them with the thin bed sheet, more than enough in this spring night. He gathers Nacho into his arms, who sighs heavily once he's settled again Lalo's chest, face still harboring a little flush with the effect of the drinks. And there is no other place Lalo would rather be. With no one else but Ignacio Salamanca in his arms.

Nacho taking care of drunk Lalo:

Lalo wouldn't keep his hand to himself during the whole drive to his place. Nacho has to tell him time and time again to stop, that he's driving, and Lalo would always say "oh, right, right!", slump back in his seat, before coming back like he had forgotten the next minute. They do reach Lalo's guest house in Albuquerque in one piece. Nacho doesn't even try to push Lalo away when he parks the car, he just shut the door on his face when the man tries to grab his leg on his way out. Nacho goes to unlock the door of the house, and by the time he comes back to the car, Lalo is standing by it, leaning heavily on it to stay up. Nacho passes his arm over his shoulders, and guides him toward the entrance of the house. On the short way there, Lalo is amazed by every flower —even if most of them are closed, it's night time, Lalo—, the night sky, or even the large flat stones leading to the door, and he would try to step on each of them without touching the grass. Of course it makes it all more difficult for Nacho and he sighs in exasperation. They get inside at some point, and Lalo insist on removing his shoes, "I can't go in there with my shoes on Nachito, tio would be so angry if i did !". And Nacho, tired with all the man's antics, would love to remind him that his precious tio can't say a single word anymore, and for god sake Lalo you shouldn't even be listening to that old shit of a man anymore, but he knows how important family is to Lalo, so he doesn't say anything. He still groans in annoyance when Lalo insists that he removes his own too. The man is drunk, but not enough to be out of it. Nacho then guides him to the bedroom, glad this house is a single story, because Lalo is not light to transport. By the time he drops Lalo on the bed, Nacho has break into a sweat. Next time he should try to carry the man instead of dragging him, it sure would be easier. Lalo would certainly love that. Maybe he shouldn't then.

Nacho walks around the room, deaf to Lalo's calls, who keeps asking him to give him some water, to puff up his pillow, and "please come to bed Nachito, I love you so so much cariño, you're the light of my life, te amo mi corazón, por favor, te quiero mucho" and Nacho would just leave the room to take a shower while Lalo still calls for him with sweet names. Nacho takes his time showering, using a soap he knows Lalo likes the most. When he comes back in the room, it's with a large glass of water and some aspirin for when Lalo would wake up later. He sits on the bed next to Lalo, helps him sipping a bit of water in his half asleep state. Then he puffs up Lalo's pillow like he asked and loved, and lowers him on it. Nacho lies on his side, facing Lalo, and his cold mask slowly disappears as Lalo looks at him with such affection it's almost an eerie sight. No matter how often it happened yet. Lalo shifts on the bed until he is in Nacho's arms, who moves to lay on his back, Lalo tucked under his arm, his head resting on his shoulder. "You're so good to me cariño. So kind. No puedo vivir sin ti." Nacho chuckles at how much Lalo's affection, his love, makes him blind. He finds it endearing, but he doesn't even try to admit that. Nacho loves to torture him by not responding to all his calls, making him wait, keeping an upper hand. He never returns his affectionate words and nicknames. But in reality he was giving Lalo a lot of himself, no matter how much he delayed it, he always ended up showing his own affection, his own love. They were both blind idiots. "Te amo con todo mi corazón. Te amo para siempre... mi vida... mi rei.." Lalo says as sleep catches up with him, slowly, so unlike the usual way he falls asleep. Nacho kisses Lalo's hair, the top of his head, the arm bracing his shoulders squeezing Lalo a bit closer to him. His voice is barely over a whisper when he answers for the first time, admitting it only to himself and a passed out Lalo. "Mi corazón está donde tú estés, Eduardo." Lalo squeezes him back in his sleep, as if he heard him, or sensed his confession, his affection. And Nacho sighs as he breathes in the faint perfume of Lalo's hair gel, fingers caressing the little curls at the base of his neck, and lets sleep carry his consciousness away too.

translation: No puedo vivir sin ti -> I can’t live without you. Te amo con todo mi corazón -> I love you with all my heart. Te amo para siempre -> I love you forever Mi corazón está donde tú estés -> My heart is where you are.

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orym: the gods can and should have the final authority on things because they are the final authority, and if you're in charge it means you are wholly good and you should not be questioned. those are the facts.

also orym: um sorry i know you asked and are trusting me to do it but actually i can't kill all my friends even if they're trying to murder me. sorry tempest. oops i """""accidentally""""" stabbed myself in the chest now i can't stop laudna from eating me ha ha funny how that works