you're soft, like the summer rays.

original character. shapeshifter. mobile nav. semi hiatus.

[kiyote]

hello hope everyone has been well lately!

[kiyote]

reinforcedpolymer‌:

@kiyote / SC

“A whole trolley Jack would be a waste of fuel to transport.”

Pneuma and his host stood staring over plain, clean, unimaginative Car-Trouble equipment. Spare wheel, jump cables, flashlight, jerrycan, wheel-brace.

Neither the MX5 MK-1 nor its minimal contents (owner included) felt right in such a homely garage strewn with American muscle part.

“I need a bottle jack.”

He pointed behind the spare-wheel’s centre cavity. “Small enough to fit here.”

     “got some around here.” mateo rocks back on his boot heels. 

     car-trouble equipment means a jack. jacks come with most cars. no one usually needs to steal one, they’re hard to lose, and better to have than not have. 

     pneuma's mx5 doesn’t have one to lose. finding one for where he wants it won’t be hard. makes him wonder where the original went though. “couldn’t find nothin’ in any auto stores?”

[nikeypapi]

how do you deal with anxiety ?

i let it fuck me up then i go to bed

[kiyote]

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[cobrashark]

[fotage]

[kiyote]

astralcrafts‌: coin.

@kiyote!!

      coin somehow was talked into babysitting margo while her parents are out, so her first instinct was to take the telepath out to a ice skating rink. now, though— coin’s sitting on the edge of a fountain and margo’s teasing the minnows in it. she doesn’t know what else to do with a thirteen year old, really, that won’t bore her.

          ❝ what else am i going to do with you? ❞

     watching margo behind the lenses of his sunglasses mateo traces idle patterns across his thigh and looks to coin in turn, the blunt edge of his nail catching on the soft denim. somewhat older kids are a wide open world of endless possibility he doesn’t know the half of how to navigate; small children, babies, are an infinitely easier subject. margo sits on the cusp. and, thus, margo tilts towards the i’m-not-really-sure end of things.

     “what--you never watch her before? don’t you got, like, shit you know to do?”

[recaption]

[kiyote]

@sleazygoing​ said: ☄ ☄

send ☄ for one random headcanon.

mateo goes to the nail salon regularly (at least twice a month), and he’s on a comfortable basis with all the staff at the small salon he goes to. his polish choice is usually some shade of red, something like a candy apple or cherry, close to those. he can change it up from time-to-time and get something different tho, and he always lets the artist choose the color then. if he doesn’t get color, he’ll always get a nice clear coat anyway, and he always gets the full thing, hand massage and all. it’s relaxing for him tbh (even if he usually ends up chipping or ruining his polish one way or another, and has to keep it up himself or take it off).

while he wouldn’t necessarily say he collects them, mateo really likes getting mugs tbh. he’s always on the lookout for new ones he might like! they can make a nice gift for him from others too.

[kiyote]

@synthmama said: you were like a frightened horse on a frozen lake back there.

san junipero.

     mateo doesn’t know why he’s leaning here, listening to this, looking at her. there’s an uncomfortable bump in him, his slightly narrowed behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses--because he doesn’t like she mentioned it. he could explain to her why he seemed like a ‘frightened horse,’ or give some half-assed equivalent to an explanation, similar but not quite.

     “i don’t know what you mean.” he says instead as he wiggles first the piercing in one earlobe, and then the other. it isn’t fidgeting; it’s just habit.

[kiyote]

glampiir‌: mortimer.

It’s refreshing to visit an establishment that caters to a variety of dietary restrictions. Under normal circumstances, the gesture would be primarily one-sided for the rest of the meeting, but here he doesn’t need to pretend. And speaking of gestures…

“ That’s nice. ”  The lack of familiarity makes it difficult for him to continue the exchange of pleasantries, much less segue to the point of this arrangement.  “ Right, remind me again how much I owe you. ”

     “oh, uh--” right to it, then. he’s not sure what else he expected. mateo looks down to the bartop and takes another sip of his drink. he didn’t pay for those metals, earlier; he was only the contact and courier between seller and purchaser, closer to an errand than actual work. still--

     “i don’t know. how much you thinkin’?” something in the three-digit range, in his mind. not too much, but enough. 

[azxra]

[somnolentsuggestions]

there’s nothing wrong with being soft. like sweet fruit. being soft doesn’t mean u get hurt easier, it just means u don’t hide it away, you let the tenderness show on the outside. it’s ok to have too many feelings

[kiyote]

amelorates‌: eireen.

Figures. She’s feeling unfairly treated, for some reason, and it isn’t even him, maybe it’s just life, maybe it’s just her liking to feel sorry for herself. It’s going to be a long night if this is how all of it starts. That’s not his fault but she doesn’t want to think that it’s her own, either, that can’t be right. 

“Okay.” She’ll take what she can get to begin with. Find out some other way to weasel the rest of it out later. She’ll hang onto him like glue, if not for his company then for some of his sense of peace, of calm, of contentment, she’s certain he’s got something she doesn’t. “Let’s wait a few more minutes.”

     “how long is a few?” he stands and reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket, closing his keys tight in a fisted hand as he pulls them out. tight so he won’t lose them, tight for the sake of it, tight so they bite into his palm. another quick glimpse is taken through the window--a group of dark clouds drift across the sun and take up most of what little of it could still be seen. it’ll rain tonight, maybe.

     back to eireen, again. he makes his way towards the door, stops beside it. “’cause i got a certain time i said i would be home by.”

[kiyote]

amelorates‌: eireen.

In the back of her mind spins the words like a broken record: then it’s not a love she’s ever known and that makes her sad, if that’s what the feeling is, having her furrow her eyebrows as if trying to solve a puzzle. She feels done with this, with this conversation. It’s starting to feel like a small room decorated all pretty-like with reasons she doesn’t want to face, things that she hates.

Still, when he announces his leave, her head perks up, “Can I come?” She’ll take what she gets, even hanging out with horrible reminders. Throws a look around, the long shadows, the sun will be gone in just a couple of minutes. “Not for dinner, just to pick it up, like, then you eat or whatever and we go out again, yeah?” She’s got nothing going on and it makes her feel hollow.

     “i mean--i got someone to bring it to.” he says, apologetic still, as he reaches up and rubs at the back of his neck. subs tonight, they’d decided; the wait in the shop won’t take all that long once he’s there. despite that, mateo sighs, turns to look out of the window, and stares at the edge of the fast setting sun, just a nail on the horizon.

     “and i’m not...goin’ back out after i get home. pero,” he looks back to her, still rubbing his neck. “you can, uh, come get it with me.” 

[kiyote]

amelorates‌: eireen.

She tries to spin her head around it but ultimately ends up short; she always imagined what it would be like, seeing her childhood friends and their older siblings and she could never imagine. In her life she saw obligatory presences. Tired eyes barely making dance practice. She shrugs, heavy again, picks at some dry skin on her fingers.

“Whatever. I dunno. I still don’t think it’s anyone’s fuckin’ job. Y’know? Like… you take care of yourself and they fix themselves, somehow, I dunno. If you guys keep being so selfless you’re gonna kill yourselves, I swear.” It might be bitterness talking, it might be a lot of things.  She knows it’s going to get dark soon and she hopes he won’t leave because of it.

     “’s love, eireen. family. it can be selfless. let’s just say that.” he answers, voice carrying a flatter note, quieter, even, than before. it’s defensive; mateo looks back to his hands, his eyebrows furrowed. suddenly he wants to be back at the apartment, with his dog, with his boyfriend, away from what he thinks is judgment he wasn’t asking for at the end of a day that could have gone better. in any case, now, he’s certain eireen doesn’t get it, or she does and it doesn’t matter to her.

     “'m probably gonna go soon anyways.” he glances quick to his phone, then to her. he sounds almost apologetic, “i got dinner to pick up.”

[memetaped]

tex taken from the 1979 s.e. hinton book.

why can’t you just tell a nice lie once in a while?

okay, i told you something, now you tell me something.

you’re running a little bit of a fever.

it’s not a rock, it’s a bandage. and don’t move around, your tubes’ll come loose.

come on, it’s okay, you can wake up.

there are people who go places, and people who stay.

have a hamburger. you can have a hamburger, can’t you?

i’m not going to throw away a whole dollar.

you look wore out, ___. you better get some sleep.

this is the worst thing that’ll ever happen to me.

i find it real hard to live politely.

they won’t let me stay with you if you keep talking. you’re supposed to rest. 

i thought i was supposed to be the stubborn one in this family.

maybe sometimes things don’t work out. i know i’ll never figure out the “why” of a lot of stuff that’s happened.

i’ve been bashed up pretty good, ___, but i’m going to make it.

it was the first time i realized hurting somebody could feel really good.

you sure know how to cheer people up.

love ought to be a real simple thing.

well, that’s as close to being a ghost as i want to get.

isn’t this a little extreme?

you’re almost looking human again.

i’d like to make somebody sorry.

oh, shit. this is great, this is just great.

___ doesn’t have the sense god gave a goat.

the doctors say you’re going to be okay. that’s not what they were telling us when we got to the emergency room the other night.

maybe we can go to a movie.

you don’t have people depending on you.

well, you look pretty messed up right now. what happened?

that’s all you’re going to get, so don’t ask for any more.

well, it’s a good home.

come on, kid, hang in there, we’ll go to the hospital, okay?

in the daytime you aren’t afraid of anything.

go ahead, ___. dump me! everybody else has and i don’t know why you should be any different!

anyhow, it’s a waste of money.

i’ve been going all my life, cowboy.

i think we’re going to get to see a riot.

___, all my life i wanted somebody who knew more than i did to tell me the truth. i really wanted that. i had to learn it all the hard way. i’m just giving you a present i always wanted.

but i don’t think love solves anything.