"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"
Kiss Prompts
I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me.
When Will wakes up, he immediately feels the exhaustion on his body. His muscles are sore, and his brain is fuzzy after tossing and turning in bed all night. He couldn’t fall asleep until the inky black sky started gaining some color. So when the singing birds wake him from his slumber, Will immediately knows he has a long, long day ahead of him. But the half-elf man was already expecting it, which is exactly why he had so much difficulty getting some rest the night before.
Today is a special day. After years of knowing his friend, after months of assessing his interest, and after days of intense back-and-forth flirting, Will is finally confident enough in his feelings, and more importantly, he is sure that they will be reciprocated. So he dons his armor and does his hair in the usual ponytail – as a Tempest Blade, it’s important for him not to get distracted by falling locks in his eyes – and gives his mother a quick kiss before he runs out the door, a jammy toast halfway in his mouth and a steamy thermos of coffee in his hands.
The morning sun is already warm on his skin, and the birds sing louder as summer approaches. There is a sweet smell of cherries and blooming flowers in the air, and Will cannot count the days until he has a moment of respite. The Blades don’t get much time off – a con that comes with the honor of being the guardians of the Voice of the Tempest – or at least many of them at the same time, so Will was ecstatic when he learned that both he and Orym were allowed to enjoy a week away from work together.
It’s with the plans they made together in mind that Will turns a corner, wiping the crumbs on his face with the back of his hand, and sees his Halfling friend already leaning against a tree, one leg bent back to rest on the thick trunk. Will’s breath catches in his throat. Orym’s looks could easily deceive anyone – except for Will, who has known him since they were children – just from his size alone. At barely taller than three feet, Orym could pass as an adorable boy, and if it wasn’t for his armor and the sword strapped to his hip, Will is sure that people would try to take advantage of his friend more often.
Will knows how strong Orym is. They trained together for years, even before they joined the Blades, and he has seen the Halfling in many situations that could have gotten the better of him, yet he persevered. His perseverance made Will fall deeper and deeper in love with Orym each passing day as they grew up until, finally, his feelings became so overwhelming that Will was afraid he would go insane.
“Mornin’,” Orym greets him with a smile brighter than a guiding beacon. Will’s legs falter, and he almost topples onto the Halfling, but he plays it off a flirting move by holding himself upright with an arm right above Orym’s head against the trunk.
“Morning,” Will replies teasingly, already feeling his cheeks burn. If Orym noticed his faltering step, he didn’t show it.
“So, why did you want to meet so early?”
“Oh,” Will stands upright as his heart hammers in his chest. It’s now or never. “I-uh… I wanted to talk to you.”
“Alright,” Orym’s kind smile warms the Half-Elven man’s heart. His eyes are soft and patient, with a hint of mischief that Will knows so well.
“Well, we have known each other for a long time, right?” He asks, more rhetorically than in search of an actual answer. Even still, Orym nods. “And I would like to think that we are very close friends, and–”
“Will,” Orym interrupts him pulling on the man’s arm. “Please sit down. My neck is hurting from looking up at you.”
Oh, how Orym knows him so well. Whenever there are matters of great concern in Will’s mind, his friend always knows what to do and say, cracking jokes – some of them at the expense of his short height – and reminding Will to take slow and steady steps. So he obeys because he cannot deny the man anything, and he sits at the base of the tree, his sword resting on his side and the now almost empty thermos between his legs. And Orym sits, too, not that he needs to, but he still does, so close to Will that he can smell the scent of soap on his short brown hair.
“Go on.”
“Well, I was saying… we have been friends for a while, and I–” Will pauses to rub the back of his head, noticing a glint in Orym’s eyes that he can’t decipher. “I think that I–”
“You think? Or are you sure?” Orym interrupts him again with a smug look.
“I’m sure,” Will replies, looking away. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you, Orym.”
There. He said it, and now his entire life is in the hands of the Halfling at his side. Will doesn’t dare look at the bright green eyes he knows so well for fear of seeing in them the rejection that looms deep down in the back of his mind. But the rejection doesn’t come. Instead, Orym, so very quietly, finds his way to Will’s lap – carefully setting the thermos aside so it doesn’t spill over their laps – and holds his calloused hands on each side of his face, bringing his eyes to meet Orym’s.
If the Halfling’s rosy cheeks and shiny eyes are an indication of what is happening inside his brain, then Will can easily relax into his touch and allow the other man to do or say anything.
“I love you too,” Orym says with the softest voice Will has ever heard. Gods above, he never felt more relieved in his entire life, not even when he got accepted into the Tempest Blades.
“Okay,” His breath is shaky, coming out in quick gushes, and Orym smiles kindly at him. His mind is empty and quiet. At this moment, all he can focus on is Orym’s warm touch on his cheeks, his smile, and his eyes full of mischief.
“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”
Oh, right. That is something Will wanted to do for a long time. Something he had dreamt for months – if not years – and this is his chance, all the permission he needs. So Will leans in, one hand on the back of Orym’s head, pulling him close as their lips touch. The kiss is soft and sweet, and long. So long that they only break apart when a bell rings in the distance, signaling the start of the school day. And when they do break apart, both men are breathless, cheeks flushed, and with big smiles.
Will knows that no matter what happens, he wants to dedicate the rest of his days to the man on his lap. He will cherish him, care for him like no one else, and, above all, he will love Orym until his last dying breath.
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if I've learned anything from grad school it's to check your sources, and this has proven invaluable in the dozens of instances when I've had an MBA-type try to tell me something about finances or leadership. Case in point:
Firefox serves me clickbaity articles through Pocket, which is fine because I like Firefox. But sometimes an article makes me curious. I'm pretty anal about my finances, and I wondered if this article was, as I suspected, total horseshit, or could potentially benefit me and help me get my spending under control. So let's check the article in question.
It mostly seems like common sense. "...track expenses and income for at least a month before setting a budget...How much money do I have or earn? How much do I want to save?" Basic shit like that. But then I get to this section:
This sounds fucking made up to me. And thankfully, they've provided a source to their claim that "research has repeatedly shown" that writing things down changes behavior. First mistake. What research is this?
Forbes, naturally, my #1 source for absolute dogshit fart-sniffing financial schlock. Forbes is the type of website that guy from high school who constantly posts on linkedin trawls daily for little articles like this that make him feel better about refusing to pay for a decent package for his employees' healthcare (I'm from the United States, a barbaric, conflict-ridden country in the throes of civil unrest, so obsessed with violence that its warlords prioritize weapons over universal medical coverage. I digress). Forbes constantly posts shit like this, and I constantly spend my time at leadership seminars debunking poor consultants who get paid to read these claims credulously. Look at this highlighted text. Does it make sense to you that simply writing your financial goals down would result in a 10x increase in your income? Because if it does, let me make you an offer on this sick ass bridge.
Thankfully, Forbes also makes the mistake of citing their sources. Let's check to see where this hyperlink goes:
SidSavara. I've never heard of this site, but the About section tells me that Sid is "a technology leader who empowers teams to grow into their best selves. He is a life-long learner enjoys developing software, leading teams in delivering mission critical projects, playing guitar and watching football and basketball."
That doesn't mean anything. What are his LinkedIn credentials? With the caveat that anyone can lie on Linkedin, Mr. Savara appears to be a Software Engineer. Which is fine! I'm glad software engineers exist! But Sid's got nothing in his professional history which suggests he knows shit about finance. So I'm already pretty skeptical of his website, which is increasingly looking like a personal fart-huffing blog.
The article itself repeats the credulous claim made in the Forbes story earlier, but this time, provides no link for the 3% story. Mr. Savara is smarter than his colleages at Forbes, it's much wiser to just make shit up.
HOWEVER. I am not the first person to have followed this rabbit hole. Because at the very top of this article, there is a disclaimer.
Uh oh!
Sid's been called out before, and in the follow up to this article, he reveals the truth.
You can guess where this is going.
So to go back to the VERY beginning of this post, both Pocket/Good Housekeeping and Forbes failed to do even the most basic of research, taking the wild claim that writing down your budget may increase your income by 10x on good faith and the word of a(n admittedly honest about his shortcomings) software engineer.
Why did I spend 30 minutes to make a tumblr post about this? Mostly to show off how smart I am, but also to remind folks of just how flimsy any claim on the internet can be. Click those links, follow those sources, and when the sources stop linking, ask why.
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