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#o h #pitching myself as leads in other people’s dreams ━ ( isms. )

oh gEEZ IM NEARLY AT 50 FOLLOWERS ON HERE I KEEP FORGETTING THIS BLOG EXISTS.

#i wanna be a cowboy baby! ━ ( ooc. )#honestly might just move elliot to his own blog 🤔

nauseadaily

“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness

#pitching myself as leads in other people’s dreams ━ ( isms. )#hm!

hayaomiyazaki

Josh O'Connor and Daniel Metz in HIDE AND SEEK (2014) dir. Joanna Coates

#the perfect life does not exist ━ ( wishlist. )#like a wildfire growing between my head and my heart ━ ( jean / elliot. )#empthiic #owo what's this

bryan-decharts

Bryan Dechart + being an actual angel

#you deserve the love you keep giving to everyone else ━ ( elliot arkwright. )#why is he the cuuUUUTEST

roboco-san

helpful grammar tip! farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance, and father is for emotional distance!

#pitching myself as leads in other people’s dreams ━ ( isms. )#oooOOOF

magnoliamemes-deactivated201906

Blushy, flustered, sentence starters

“I’m not blushing, shut up”

“You’re easy to fluster, huh? That’s cute”

“Hey, your face is really red are you okay?”

“I’m so embarrassed I can feel the redness of my face”

“Bet I can make you blush!”

“You probably think my face is red because of you but it’s not”

“You’re making me blush”

“D-Don’t look at me”

“It was just a joke you don’t have to get all red faced”

“You’re as red as a tomato”

“What’s with your face, are you sick?”

“You’re cute when you blush”

“Ha, it’s so easy to tease you and your reactions are the best”

#it’s all about confidence ━ ( memes. )

“ okay, okay, okay. i know it sounds really weird, but think of it this way. ” the nurse places his hand on the table, palm facing up. “ it’s like... being able to feel the hairs on someone’s arm when you touch it. but instead of hairs, it’s all the nerve endings in your body. and all the nerves that are overloaded with pain, i can just sorta... separate it. take it away. but it leaves an echo in my own body. ” / open starter!

#i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ━ ( main verse. )#opens tag tbt.#elliot is Bad at explaining his powers but he does his best

painechoed

starter call!!!

#ok ooooooone last time

also elliot seems like a relatively well mannered dude with a slight british accent when you first met him but then you actually hear him talking more and no he’s Extremely Australian.

#elliot: yeah he’s flat out like a lizard drinking #all his coworkers: what are you SAYING #i wanna be a cowboy baby! ━ ( ooc. )#i actually had to google aussie slang because apparently some things are more local than i thought

elliot doesn’t really admit it but he gets homesick for the little things really easily. not being able to have food from his favourite restaurants, missing the sound of the kookaburras and corellas in the morning on the way to work, the company of his mum and sister. he ends up throwing himself into his work, basically to stop himself from thinking about how foreign this city is to what he’s known his whole life.

#inspired by the fear of being average ━ ( headcanons. )#me dumping sad on the dash and then going to bed

just kinda, gently pulls him in for a hug. doesn't say anything, just buries his face in elliot's shoulder and stays there for a while

this was… new. the empath wasn’t ever affectionate, or rather it was typically covered with several layers of sarcasm or abrasive humor. he tensed at the touch, waiting for an inevitable rush of pain reverbing through his skull, his powers linking the two of them with the skin to skin contact. but it never came. this wasn’t a cry for help, of someone needing elliot to lessen their burden. it was just someone being grateful, showing love. slowly, slowly elliot wrapped his arms around jean’s waist, tugging the smaller man closer. with a shaky exhale, he gives a tight squeeze and lets the moment simmer without saying a word.

@empthiic / unprompted / always accepting.

#empthiic #so freely i’ll tell you this ━ ( answered. )#elliot.exe has stopped working #he is honestly. baffled at the fact someone just wants to give him a hug #with no ulterior motives

empthiic‌ (jean).

ok, so maybe there’d be truth to a claim that jean liked seeing elliot. at least, he thinks he does. the specifics on that matter were still fuzzy. but, jean could confirm that his - albeit frequent - trips to the emergency room were made slightly easier by a familiar face. well, as far as constantly building migraine on top of split eyebrow and possible concussion would allow him to enjoy the visit. this time it wasn’t his fault that he’s sat here with makeshift pad of his hoodie pressed against bleeding temple.

lopsided grin is offered to the other as jean leans forward in his seat, closer still to elliot before him. “but then when would i see you, mon chéri?” first language rolls off of his tongue, head tilted as much as building pain would allow. he can feel the other’s worry, doesn’t want him to feel that way too much, but it’s comforting in a sense - he supposes. “if i told you this wasn’t my fault, would you believe me?”

“ tu pourrais toujours m'acheter un verre. ” he responds, scrawling jean’s details down inside the clipboard. turns out, high school french came in more handy than he initially thought. “ and no, not really. ” in the nine months that elliot had been an acute care nurse, he had come to learn that trouble tended to follow jean and that the other didn’t necessarily go out of his way to avoid getting into scraps. he holds the clipboard and a pen out towards jean, needing him to fill in the rest.

there’s a tension twining around his limbs as he glances at the blood on jean’s temple. he avoided using his powers on people he knew most of the time, considering they could come off as invasive. but jean’s file included the fact that he had chronic migraines, and the lack of external injuries didn’t rule out something else going on internally. as elliot stood up, he let his hand gently brush over jean’s wrist, an almost casual touch. lingering just long enough to sense the growing migraine and faint concussion. “ good news is, i think you’ll live. bad news, you might be waiting a little while longer until someone can see you. ”

#empthiic #i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ━ ( main verse. )#elliot literally only speaks french around jean now just out of spite sjfdsk

painechoed

so free up the cheaper seats, here comes a greek tragedy.

#sorry about the radio silence here #but i'll be around tomorrow most likely to give elliot some love #hey there demons it’s me ━ ( self promo. )

he would like to say that he was surprised to see jean sitting in the waiting room, but he’s really not. elliot politely excuses himself from the conversation with his coworkers he’s half listening to, and crosses the floor to the very familiar face staring back at him. once he stops by jean’s chair he drops down to a crouch, resting his clipboard on his knees. “ for once, for once, could you keep out of trouble? ” voice was kept to a gentle whisper, as he scanned the room for any odd glances. even if this was a regular occurrence, he didn’t want it to seem like one.

@empthiic / dropkicks this in ur direction love u

#empthiic #i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ━ ( main verse. )#elliot vc: can you not be a dumbass with no survival instincts for twO SECONDS

jessica-henwick-deactivated2023

endless gifs of bryan dechart (1/?)

#you deserve the love you keep giving to everyone else ━ ( elliot arkwright. )#hi i swear i'll get to things tmrw but in the meantime #look at this absolute babe

painechoed

starter call!!!

#kicks this back onto the dash #will be done tomorrow!!

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