our situation has not improved.

got lost in his own museum, eh?

[brainfare]

guttersniper​.

@brainfare​ said: did you just call me “mom”?

a brow quirks, the twitch gracing one corner of his mouth more skeptical than amused. suffice to say marion shouldn’t quit his day job. “ no. i said moron, moron. “ a beat. “ you are one hell of a mother hen, though. full offense. “

mutt must know that he wouldn’t have taken it as an offense without clarification—marion is exactly the type to hear a compliment in ‘mother hen.’ a thank you, even.

          ‘ thanks, ’ he says flatly, looking like he’s having trouble digesting two insults at once. ‘ i know you can be meaner, so i’ll take it. ’

[dovekiss]

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[stjudy]

AP Bio S1E6 / Freakin’ Enamored 

[fyeahmovies]

You took the Lord’s name in vain. No I didn’t, Janet. I found it very useful, actually.

The Nice Guys (2016) dir. Shane Black

[jjgyeom]

[brainfare]

guttersniper‌.

there once was a time where he stiffened up and froze whenever they touched him. (sometimes, on the bad days, he still will. that’s besides the point, he thinks.) his eyes squeeze shut with the realization he isn’t frightened of letting the two touch him anymore. when he reopens them, he nods, first slow, then rapid. “ yeah. “ he agrees, reaching forth and putting his hand on marion’s shoulder. his fingers wrap solidly around it – comfortingly, not tight – and he pushes him away, though only slightly. “ i’m fine. “ and, this time, it wasn’t a lie.

he stands up, brushes his palm against his pants, and holds one hand out for marion to take. (to help him up, but there’s a stirring conviction in mutt’s heart that he wouldn’t mind all that much if he decided to hold it the rest of the way.)

his expression transitions to one that’s flat, drained of energy, as though he’s overestimated how much he has to release the pinch of muscle in order to appear normal. where that dumb slack falls neatly in line with his character is in response to mutt’s tenderness, which comes into focus one action at a time and each a good minute behind. he takes the hand and climbs unsteadily to his feet. doesn’t let go.

marion seldom feels better as quickly as he appears to, and this unfortunate occasion is no exception. he’s learned over the years to put on a face, restack his priorities, and ignore the wobble of his knees until he’s free to hole up and break down.

         ‘ no more slip-ups. ’ i almost died, he thinks. he corrects it the moment he feels his own grip tighten minutely and forces an apologetic and ‘encouraging’ smile. this one almost killed me. ‘ we’re both fine and we’re— and we’re— ’ he screws up his face painfully, then relocates the fake one. ‘ and now you can focus on my voice. we’re going home. ’

[brainfare]

@rekant, cont.

[ I took a hang over nap infront of the door to my 9am class ] 

gia l. »  i didn’t think that class had ended yet gia l. »  ... are you still there? gia l. »  are you on the floor?

[brainfare]

at some point i’m gonna have to gather a handful of you for 20 minutes to watch “the gang gets trapped” of fringe hit sitcom always sunny, because my boy here is like dennis reynolds if he were isolated to that episode and. friendly

[brainfare]

guttersniper.

“ but i’m not. you didn’t. “ the reassurance comes bullet-quick out of his mouth. he blinks, feels the itch in his fingertips where they want to brush over the back of marion’s hand, watches it fade out from his skin when he doesn’t follow it. although marion’s much closer to his own height kneeled down the way he is, mutt gets down on his own knees. he removes his pack from his back and pulls the water bottle out from the side mesh pocket meant for it. he unscrews the cap and offers it out to marion. “ what can i do for you? “ his voice is soft, and it feels so wrong in a mouth usually meant for screams and curses. 

         ‘ it’ll pass, ’ he says. mutt isn’t in on this particular joke yet, which marion realizes—even through the tint and din of a panic attack—puts him at a disadvantage. as real as it feels to him, he knows in his heart of hearts that he isn’t dying. not of this, at least. from the opposite perspective (and a relatively new one at that), it’s doubtlessly harder to be sure of.

slowly, inelegantly, he tilts his head forward until it meets mutt’s shoulder.

         ‘ let’s get out of here. ’ his chest seizes, his breath hitches, and he’s forced to bite down on another apology. ‘ couldn’t, uh, couldn’t. fuck. ’ smaller: ‘ are you okay? ’

[bambisource]

ASSORTED  WORD  STARTER  PROMPTS:

various  words  as  starters  ,  per  request.  as  always  ,  feel  free  to  change  as  you  see  fit.  add  reverse  +  action  to  if  you’d  like  to  see  how  many  muse  would  perform  the  action.  some  nsft  ,  suggestive  and  violent.

[wake]  your  muse  wakes  my  muse  up.

[look] your  muse  is  caught  looking  at  my  muse.

[run]  your  muse  runs  their  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair.

[offer]  your  muse  offers  my  muse  food.

[kiss]  your  muse  kisses  my  muse.

[sit]  your  muse  sits  with  my  muse.

[dance]  your  muse  dances  with  my  muse.

[smile]  your  muse  smiles  at  my  muse.

[hit]  your  muse  hits  my  muse.

[cook]  your  muse  cooks  for  my  muse.

[hold]  your  muse  holds  my  muse’s  hands.

[cover]  your  muse  covers  my  muse  up  with  a  blanket.

[wipe]  your  muse  wipes  my  muse’s  tears.

[greet]  your  muse  greets  my  muse.

[laugh]  your  muse  laughs  at  my  muse.

[yell]  your  muse yells at  my  muse.

[braid]  your  muse  braids  my  muse’s  hair.

[explain]  your  muse  explains  something  to  my  muse.

[flower]  your  muse  offers  my  muse  flowers.

[bandage]  your  muse  tends  my  muse’s  wound(s).

[lean]  your  muse  leans  on  my  muse  for  support.

[wipe]  your  muse  wipes  my  muse’s  tears.

[lap]  your  muse  sits  in  my  muse’s  lap.

[read]  your  muse  reads  to  my  muse.

[straddle]  your  muse  straddles  my  muse.  

[rest]  your  muse  rests  their  head  on  my  muse.

[dress]  your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed.

[light]  your  muse  lights  my  muse’s  cigarette.

[pour]  your  muse  pours  my  muse  a  drink.

[secret]  your  muse  tells  tells  my  muse  a  secret.

[carry]  your  muse  carries  my  muse.

[pin]  your  muse  pins  my  muse  against  a  wall.

[threaten]  your  muse  threatens  my  muse.

[drunk]  your  muse  takes  care  of  my  drunk  muse.

[gift]  your  muse  gives  my  muse  a  gift.

[knock]  your  muse  shows  up  to  my  muse’s  house  unexpected.

[embrace]  your  muse  embraces  my  muse.

[confront]  your  muse  confronts  my  muse.

[brainfare]

guttersniper‌.

mutt holds tight to the left strap of his backpack when his hands are released, still feeling the ghost of the grip that had once been on them. he remains silent, chagrin and frustration searing in his cheeks and driving him to avert eye contact. it’s not until his hearing catching on the quiver of urgency in the other’s tone that he looks up anew. “ – marion? “ he asks, voice less inquisitive and more demanding. though there’s nothing angry about his own voice. the time for that emotion has passed. “ – are you okay? are you hurt? “ did i hurt you. “ what – what’s wrong? “ a beat. “ mary? “ he wants to reach out and touch his shoulder, but decides against it. he said don’t move. (besides, he might not like to be touched. it hurts mutt, for he can see all too familiar shadows of something wounded in the man across from him.)

         ‘ mutt, ’ the only word he’s capable of delivering with any semblance of strength and clarity, is the last he offers before dread takes him over. his ribcage feels much too small for the vital organs it keeps. is it an asthma attack? his heart hammers one beat so hard that the next doesn’t register; then the pattern loops. not an asthma attack. still can’t breathe. find inhaler.

         ‘ i wasn’t thinking. ’ marion unclenches a hand and holds it over his eyes, squeezing tightly enough near his temples to turn his fingers bright white around the nail. ‘ i could’ve gotten you— could, i could still get you. ’ killed doesn’t need to be said. shouldn’t be allowed near ‘mutt’ in a sentence. ‘ i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry. ’

ask mutt to take your pulse. heart isn’t working. ‘ i won’t miss again. just—just don’t move. don’t go... anywhere. please. ’

[brainfare]

guttersniper‌.

@brainfare​ said: ‘ focus on my voice. ’

love  /  accepting

callused palms shove at the shape of marion’s chest, shoulders. (he looks more startled than hurt by the fire of the onslaught, but he can’t care about that.) it’s a narrow thing that stops his teeth from being used when larger hands grab hold – however gently – of his wrists. his arms come to ache with fatigue sooner than mutt’d like, but his eyes still stare a blistering accusation at him. “ what the fuck were you thinking? did you not – fucking look ahead and check for something! “

his reflexes are scrambled out of order (parent first, process later) by mutt’s presence, which is what leads marion to attempt to calm him before he himself has grasped the situation. the reaction starts where it’s most damning—the hands circled almost too loosely around him—in the form of a tremor that blossoms upward, outward, all the way into the voice he’s suggested mutt pay attention to.

         ‘ i’m so sorry, ’ he says, and releases him in favor of lowering partway into a crouch and gripping his own thighs just above the knee, standing pseudo-fetal. ‘ i wasn’t— i wasn’t thinking. ’ you don’t know where the hell you are, chimes in his panic. he had at the start, but with his vision blurring like this? ‘ i’m sorry, m... please don’t, don’t. move. ’

[thursday]

[brainfare]

@brawnfare​ asked ( meme ):  let me take care of you, for once.

         ‘ you do. ’ it’s not false, though it is deflective. she hasn’t always seen through that. ‘ it’s nothing i can’t stit— nothing a little bacitracin and a bandaid won’t fix. ’

his upper lip tickles: his exploratory touch is delicate, two fingertips. when they come back red he drags the heel of his palm so gracelessly through the mess that it looks painful. (that he’s frustrated by his vulnerability is a slightly easier read.)

         ‘ you should get some rest, ben. i’m fine. ’

[brainfare]

@brawnfare​ asked:  what? do i have something on my face?

         ‘ do you know how many outfits we could have coordinated? ’ he asks, as if 1. bennie hasn’t said a thing, and 2. marion has ever looked half as good as she does now. he can present himself plenty sharp—just nowhere near as stop-and-stare ‘enter: audrey hepburn’ as this. ‘ how could you not tell me you had a fashion sense? ’

[brainfare]

guttersniper‌.

@brainfare​ said: “a promise is a promise.”

lonesome dove  /  accepting

he stares. disdainfully. 

finally, rolling his eyes, he wraps his pinkie around marion’s. turning around, he mumbles: “ god, you’re a nerd. “

he stretches his arm out over mutt’s shoulder and wiggles his pinky right there in his peripheral. ‘ and you just swore yourself in. how does it feel to be among us? ’

[brainfare]

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