#it was over 100 earlier...

[ironladders]

skybound megatron when i catch you.... when i FUCKING catch you...............

[mediumgayitalian]

"Oh my gods, Will."

"One fire extinguisher? Two? Two. You can never go wrong with being prepared. Can you pass me the power adapter --"

"We are going on a two day errand."

Will continues to mutter to himself, trying to squeeze the zipper closed on his third duffle bag. Nico drags his hand down his face.

"Will. Sweetheart. We are going one state over, they have the same charging outlets."

Nico knew this was a bad idea. He knew it. He told Chiron it was too far, he told Mr. D it was too soon, but does anyone listen to him? Nooooo. It's all this was your idea, boy and Nico, dear, I really think exposure is the only thing that will help.

Nico is getting very tired of exposure.

"This is your fault, Lester," he mutters to himself. "I'm not sure how exactly but I will arrive there shortly." Mentally, he adds it to the list of things he will read in an accusing voice at Apollo next time he visits for his monthly penance. Maybe he'll enlist Kayla's help, she'll love that. She can shoot rubber arrows for emphasis as Nico reads off his crimes.

"Will." He stands up from his boyfriend's once meticulously made but now mussed bunk and walking over to the dresser, kicking aside his one backpack to rest against the several Will has packed. "Will, that's enough."

It takes his hands on Will's scarred ones, but eventually he stops. Nico can feel his muscles spasming slightly, but he holds firm, waiting crouched next to the healer until his face stops twitching and the muttering fades to clunky, heavy silence.

"Where are we at, sweetheart?"

Will lets out a shaky breath. His eyes move rapidly under his eyelids, face so tense Nico can feel the tension headache in his own brow.

"Green," he admits, voice small.

Nico cannot bite back a sigh. He regrets it, when Will shrinks back; he runs his thumbs over the crests of Will's wrists to soothe.

"I need you to start telling me before we get to green," he chides, as gently as he can manage. "Whatever color is the step before green, I need to know then."

"There's no -- other color. I'm fine, and then I'm probably fine, and then I blink for a second and when I open my eyes three hours have gone by and my wrists are bleeding. So."

There are tears in Will's glaring eyes and Nico aches for him. He aches for this boy who is plagued, in more ways than one, and has no war to distract him from the consequences of it. He aches for this boy who is trying so hard to unlearn everything that is hurting him.

Nico slides down to the floor next to him, gently working the fire extinguisher out of Will's hands. It takes a few tries, but he gets it, finally, and when he has tossed it far enough that Will can't grab it again he massages the stiffness out of Will's bloodless fingers, holds him through the new round of twitching.

"Connecticut has statewide problems with their firefighting programs," Will mumbles. "Lawmakers frequently put forth bills that affect volunteer liability."

"We're not going to get caught in a fire," Nico promises.

Will only shakes his head, sagging into Nico's hold. He breathes jaggedly. When he twists his fingers into Nico's shirt, Nico curls against him, holding tightly, imagining that he can take all the terror that lives in Will's head, all the visions, and banish them to the depths of Tartarus where they belong. He imagines that he can hold his boyfriend tight enough that the tension of terror that plagues him so constantly snaps. He imagines that his hands are cool enough they freeze through the inferno of uncertainty that blazes so brightly in the dead center of Will's chest.

"Repeat it after me," Nico says quietly. "We are not going to get caught in a fire anywhere that doesn't already have an extinguisher nearby."

"More fires occur in wildlife areas than in --"

"Repeat it, Will."

"We are not going to get caught in a fire," Will repeats. He purses his lips, eyebrows furrowing stubbornly. "...Probably."

Nico, despite himself, smiles. That is as good as he is going to get.

"We're absolutely killing step one. Step two is going to be choosing which two pairs of socks you are going to bring on our two day errand."

"What?! You don't only bring two pairs of socks anywhere!"

You don't, and he's right, or so Nico has been told. At the very least he got the Raised Eyebrow of Judgement from Reyna last time he visited and brought one (1) stick of deodorant and his DS in his backpack, but it's fun to see this version of Will -- the hot, indignant one, who stands with his hands on his lips, full Southern pout, and explains listing on his fingers all the ways Nico was raised in a barn.

(It is a relief, too. But Nico tries to focus on the fun.)

"--s'pose you'll tell me no water bottles next! I'm --"

"You can buy a water bottle literally anywhere."

"That is not the point!"

Slowly, as Will rants, Nico reaches for his bags. The wilder stuff he puts back -- the fourth pair of jeans, despite the fact that Nico has never seen him wear hip to ankle anything in all the time he's known him; the six different pairs of extra shoelaces; the defibrillator; the iron supplements; the aforementioned power adapter. Anything that can be purchased at a corner store or lifted, if necessary and Will is distracted, from the nearest Walmart.

He keeps the old, faded photograph. And leaves the three pairs of cargo shorts, even though it is January and it physically pains him.

"Put the hoodies back," Will frets. "I don't -- Chiron wouldn't let me check the weather."

"I'll put one back."

"Two?"

"One, and if you get cold, you can borrow mine."

"What if you get cold?"

"My frigid heart and I are used to it," Nico says drily. Will snorts, and -- a genuine thanks to the gods -- the cloudiness in his eyes starts to fade, the tension melts from his shoulders. Nico feels his own head begin to sag.

"You are not frigid," Will says. He shuffles back over and leans on Nico's side as he works. "Thank you. You make it -- easier."

Nico presses a kiss to the side of his head.

"Any time," he promises, and in his head he swears it. He rocks them, slightly, and relishes in Will's limp, tired arms wrapped around his elbow, in Will's slow, deliberate breathing. He pushes the bag to the side and turns into him fully, pressing his lips to Will's forehead and lingering, holding, breathing in the windswept smell of his hair and the warmth of his body. "Anything, as long as you need it."

[lazzarella]

KlaoWarich + hands part two/leftovers (part one)

[lesbiangiratina]

My display dawls btwww. None of them are reproductions btwwwwwww

[marimbles]

i miss carpisuns sometimes </3

[thatfriendlyanon]

mmmmmm poetryyyy :))

[quirkle2]

Shigeo still doesn’t know how to answer. He hasn’t answered, and he knows that’s weird, and maybe a bit creepy, but it’s also characteristic of him, so maybe he doesn’t need to stress over it. He simply sits there in the heavy rain instead and watches Reigen’s pink tie get dragged by the gales. And then Serizawa crouches down, lowers his hand out, and shelters Shigeo’s head with the draped fabric of a clear umbrella. In Shigeo’s world, the rain stops.

scene from my wip fic recondite :]

[darcyolsson]

my dad got me the new hunger games book (he jokingly informed me it was to get me to stop thinking and talking about a Certain tv show literally 24/7) but i'd been meaning to reread thg anyway so i'm now reading everything starting with the original trilogy and it's made me realise i never actually finished mockingjay. i watched the movies so i know how the story ends but i didn't think i ever read the entire book and lo and behold, there's still a bookmark from 10+ years ago stuck in my copy. time to go read the hunger games for THE FIRST TIME EVER i guess

[howldean]

jackles is so deeply unserious

[jensen: hey guys me: howdy jensen: no, no *puts his hand out* don't get up]

[lesbianlenas]

my beloved beautiful youtube woman’s sweatpants are dropping this week legit put it on my google calendar so i will get a notification 10 mins before to ensure that i can spend likely over $100 to support my queen ❤️

[itstimeforstarwars]

Cowboy boots have come so far in terms of technology but they are getting uglier.

[wibbly-wobbly-kylie-wylie-blog]

as much as i feel bad for cangxuan, i also am like… buddy you could’ve told xiao yao you liked her YEARS ago like sooo long ago and you didn’t and went and married other women which you know is a big no no for xiao yao

[assassinregrets]

ups guy delivering my ps5 unfortunately asked what ive been playing recently and was subjected to a 20 minute rant on the crimes of kcd1

[squaduck]

Huh.

Thanks to all the strangers who liked a single post, and thanks to all the weirdos who stuck around.

But also, what? I pretty much do nothing.

I occasionally reblog stuff, sure, but not a whole lot.

Sorry for the long tags. I'm just going slightly insane and didn't want to make a mile long post. (Also, did anyone know that there's a tag limit??? It's 30 tags apparently.) (also also, because tmi, im disabling reblogs.)

[darabeatha]

ㅤㅤ❝ .... ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ―I hope those hands have been previously disinfected properly . For your own well being. ❞