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charlie // just your local nb person from LA, figuring life out // they/them // A Body In Motion tag: #a body in motion

[queernuck]

LGBT: Let’s Get Bread Today

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not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms

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another cute story

“This sucks.”

A mosquito buzzed around Anna’s ears and she slapped it nonchalantly.

“Julian, it’s going to be fun, I promise.”

I squinted at her. I knew I was being a bit of a brat, but I was a city boy. Give me bustling subways, sketchy alleys, and towering buildings and I couldn’t complain. But here? Where even was here?

It had been four days since we had left the trailhead and Anna was still going strong. She had even offered to take my water jug. I, offended, had declined her offer initially, but now I was starting to rethink my refusal. I paused at the crest of an incline, leaning my pack against a boulder and tipping my head back to the heavens.

Farther up the trail, Anna paused. The only indication of effort on her part was a few beads of sweat- how could she still look so angelic in this hellhole? I, meanwhile, was thoroughly drenched. The back of my shirt clung to my skin under my backpack, and when I brushed a wrist across my forehead, it came away dripping. But this was my funeral. If I wanted to marry Anna- and God did I want to marry her, I knew that from the day I met her- it had to be done right. And right, apparently, meant proposing at her favorite place.

A buddy of mine had suggested it one night after work.

“Just propose to her in her favorite spot,” he had said, grinning and flashing his engagement ring at me as he took a drink. Easy for him to say- his fiancee’s favorite spot had been her childhood home about a 15 minute drive away. Not the middle of the Sierra Nevada mountains, 4 days out from a single bar of cell service. But I was committed, and I loved her. That much, I knew.

“Ready?”

I took one last moment of peace before meeting her eyes and nodding wordlessly. Straightening my back from its resting place against the boulder, I trudged onwards to meet her. I grinned weakly, but when she smiled back, I could feel my lips pull into a wider smile- and the velvet box that had been burning a hole in the waistband of my backpack all through the trip suddenly felt light.

[charlieroses-blog]

casey!

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[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

The reason nonbinary people don’t exist in the media is because we’re cryptids whose existence is poorly documented and based on legends of yore

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

in summary, mothman is actually mothperson and should be referred to as such

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Mothfriend.

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mothchild

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i might be getting an illustration job pretty soon and i’m hyped about it! it’s a children’s book about a kid’s first day of kindergarten and i’m just generally v excited

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A Body In Motion: 15

The vast majority of Dexter’s belongings got crammed into the last bits of remaining space in the garage, and his mattress, clothing, and a few various other items were transported into Casey’s room. By the end of the move, the room looked as if it had been fitting two for years. Dexter’s mattress lay on the floor beside Casey’s bed, fitted with sheets, blankets, and pillows, and closet space was divided up relatively equally.

Casey flopped onto their bed. Wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on their forehead and nose on the front of their shirt, they linked their fingers behind their head and let out a long breath.

“Concept: I don’t do the calc homework tonight and just go to sleep,” Casey finally spoke. They looked at Dexter for an answer to their unofficial question.

“Sure, dude. I’m gonna shower- I still have some grease on me from the shop.”

He was right- not only were their dark oil stains still on his jeans, but also a dark smudge across the bridge of his nose that Casey had barely noticed before.

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning, then?”

“Greenaway wants me to open the shop tomorrow, so probably not unless you want to wake up at 5:30. Don’t worry, I’ll try to leave quietly.”

“Ok. You’ll be here for dinner though, right? I think dad is making tamales, and you definitely don’t want to miss them- even though we always have extras.”

“Yeah, I’ll try to be home by 6. Jenny’s supposed to be on closing, so I should be able to duck out a few minutes early.”

[spicymochi]

spaghetti cat

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thanks i LOVE him

[lilacfarm]

me: cmao (crying my ass off)

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Worm time. No gender binary. Only wriggly wiggly worm time.

[realtransfacts]

Fact #838: Nonbinary people can wear nail polish. Guys can wear nail polish. It’s not just a girls’ thing.

[genderoftoday]

Today’s gender:

would really like to have fewer responsibilities

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A Body In Motion: 14

The gate at the top of the driveway swung open, and Casey’s father appeared behind it, Cosmo pushing past his legs and bounding over to the car.

“Hey Dexter, how’re you doing? What’s with all this stuff?” He was a man with the physique of a retired wrestler who had let himself go, and in the process, gained quite a bit of weight. Despite his somewhat threatening stature, his face was warm and grinning, eyes crinkling up in familiar lines that remained even when he wasn’t smiling. He swept first Casey, then Dexter into a large hug as they got out of the jeep.

“Mijo, tell me he finally moved out of that shithole,” Casey’s father directed the question at them.

“Yeah. We just went over and grabbed his things. We’re still looking for a permanent place to live for him, though.”

“Ah, okay. Dexter, you know you’re always welcome to stay here?”

“Thanks Mr. Kent, but it’s time I got a place of my own, anyways.”

“Alright. If you need, we can help pitch in on rent for the first few months.”

Dexter ducked his head shyly in quiet acknowledgement of his offer.

[sorry this is so late! classes have started up again and i’m a bit swamped.]

[charlieroses-blog]

me: applies spot treatment to literally every single square inch of my facial skin

also me: what the fuck why is my skin so dry

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A Body In Motion: 13

The two brought as much could be salvaged from the torn-apart room, cramming it into the jeep until Dexter couldn’t see through the back windshield, and then some. Clothes and furniture were crammed tightly together, basic toiletries and pillows and books found solace in each other’s company. The mattress they tied to the top of the car with a few lengths of cord that Casey’s father must have stashed in the trunk, but they managed to make it all work. Casey squeezed into the passenger seat, resting their heels on a pile of books stacked atop a toolbox. Dexter slipped comfortably into the uncluttered driver’s seat.

They were just pulling out when another car pulled up in front of the building. Dexter must have recognized it on sight, because he peeled out too quickly from his parking spot and hit the opposite curb. Pausing to make sure he had enough room to complete the turn, he waited too long and Monica emerged from the driver’s side of the other car.

“Shit, go go go!” Casey hissed under their breath, but Dexter was already on it. He hit the gas and the car accelerated down the block, away from the woman who had hurt him.

The drive home was full of loud music and laughter. Streetlights passed by in a blur, and Casey wished the ride would never end- these moments were what they cherished most about their friendship. The Red Hot Chili Peppers “Californication” blasted from the speakers, there was a full moon, and both were in high spirits.

The high didn’t wear off until they pulled back into the driveway of Casey’s house.

“Well shit, what are we gonna do with all this now?” Dexter laughed, putting the car in park.