Forevah Populah Peter White

Hey fella! This is my blog for whatevah. Pop on by and ask me some stuff, why don't ya? [Peter White RP side blog]

[chimerainthemirror]

Au Revoir

When this posts, I will be long gone from this website. I wish I was stronger than this but I’m not.  I would love my last words on this hell site to be of love and comfort and encouraging but I have lied long enough. I’ve stayed silent all this time but no longer. I’ve scheduled this and queued it on the blogs I could make do as I desired.

This is not for the ones I love. They don’t deserve this. I will miss them greatly. The ones that made me smile every day and tried so hard to keep me going will never be forgotten. 

I feared that my past, during a time where I was at my worst, a weak excuse at the best, was coming back. My fear got the best of me and I acted out of selfish desires, acting like I knew best for others when I clearly did not.  But my problems, personal or otherwise, are not what is important. None of it is. What is important is I am tired.

Tired of the rumors, the back stabbing, the spite, the hair-brained schemes all of it. I’m too old for this high school drama. And I’m done. This time, I am not coming back. Maybe, with me gone, people will heal and maybe, maybe grow up and move on from whatever this was.

To Cecil and Tasha, I know mentioning you both in the same sentence will cause you a great irritation. I sincerely thank both of you for making me the person I am today. It is only appropriate this debacle ends the way it began, a needless shite storm started by a Secret Santa.

From the bottom of my tired heart, I hope you had the time of your life.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[technicallity]

sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

[jadefyre]

reblog if it’s okay to say “bitch me too” to you if you’re mutuals

[chronically-inflamed]

Even if we’re not - go ahead and “bitch me too” any and all of my posts. This is your eternal green light and yes acceptance 👏🏼👏🏼

[benzglen11]

Drawings… 

in the GO TEAM VENTURE book I learned Hank and Dean’s eye colors… so I drew this ‘cause it always bothered me that Brock’s eyes pop but other’s don’t…. also I gave a season one Dean season 6 or 7 hair… Hank is very season one or two here… Amethyst is … actualy I think I didn’t have a model for that Amethyst… I just drew her with the deep violet eye color that is sometimes aparent in the show

sorry about my poor spelling… 

I come to draw!

[byjove]

you’ve heard of: getting emotionally attached to your roomba

now get ready for: genuinely mourning the mars rover like a deceased loved one  

[pinkpilgrim-white]

Who is your favorite venture?

(He looked at the note and raised an eyebrow. That was not a question he thought he would ever be asked. Not wanting to flaunt too much, he kept his answer short and sweet.)

“Hank’s a pretty good kid, although Rusty ain’t half bahd eitha.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He looked up at the statement he made, a clearly questioning look on his face. He was smart enough not to ask. If this White dipped in the “wild side” like he did, he didn’t want to know. Looking at the conversation, he couldn’t help catch a glimpse the conversation before.

It gave him a good starting point, kind of. The keyboard was similar to what he had, with enough differences to make it interesting. Typing with a practiced ease he didn’t feel, he sent a short message. Nothing world breaking. Just a continuation of the conversation before.)

[I still say we need a catch phrase. For the merchandise, Billy. Think about all the money we could make with a catch phrase.]

(He looked up and hard his phone ring, denoting an answer from his Billy. A short bit if music, clearly “Blinded me with Science” played and he tried to play it cool. )

[the-whiteroom]

he glanced down to the phone and to the other Pete.  “alright~”  [oh, and i’m going to need some marshmallows, a BBQ lighter, pringles container and some tortilla chips. i already got hairspray.] he set the phone down, not bothering to answer Billys question. “so- who’s uh- are we gunna tell ‘em when they come over?” he asked. 

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(Looking at the phone in his hand, he shrugged. He didn’t plan for much farther then this, really. He looked at his phone, still vibrating in the other’s hand. A short reply was all he got, a blunt “No” being all the response he got. He sent out another text, pleading for Billy to think about a catch phrase and how every good cartoon hero had at least one.)

“Ah dohn’t know what’s really going on, so maybe you should do it?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

"Hey... I know you've been looking forward to Christmas this year... So I brought you a little present" he said.. He was wearing a onesie that had holiday wrapping on it, with a big frilly bow belt.. He had something behind him back though..

(White did his best not to laugh at the outfit Rust was wearing. He did himself proud, only snorting once. Okay, twice. He tilted his head curiously, wondering what Rusty was hiding behind his back. After their “Pizza Date” Rust was both really clingy and distant at the same time.)

“Whatcha got there?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White looked at Rusty with concern. This was not like him. He wasn’t going to push it however and took the remote. He raised an eyebrow at his comment. He raised a finger, still holding the remote.) “Yer the ohne that intradouced me t’ it Rust.” (He quirked his mouth, thinking.) “Prob’bly innit ohn right now anyway. Although ah know of som’thing jusht as weird ahnd awesome on right now.” (A few practiced clicks and on popped a cooking show. The introductory logo said “The Great British Bake Off” and with a satisfied grin White put the remote down on a nearby table.) “You asked fer it.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

“what- anime?  that was Hank.” he protested. he wasn’t huge on cartoons in the first place, at all really… he would get hung up on the logic more often then naught, and his immersion in the series would be shattered immediately. maybe as a kid he’d be easier to put the thoughts aside, but now it was just a confusing mess for him of redundancy and questions. he was still a bit stunned how his boys could sit through episodes without issue. he turned his head a bit to look over at the TV and he felt a smile tug at his lips. he chuckled, his shoulders shaking a bit. “godammit.” he mused, shifting to roll over onto his other side to face the TV. “i hope this doesn’t inspire you to start cooking, White.” he half-teased.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White rolled his eyes and scoffed. Of course Rusty would blame it on Hank. It didn’t bother him, it was kind of expected. Ever since he walked in on him all those years ago in college, he knew Rusty had a soft spot for the art form. His secret was safe with the Pink Pilgrim however. He shot Rusty a playfully annoyed scowl before pulling him closer. He could almost pretend things were all right between the two of them. That there wasn’t this vague foreboding between them that could break any moment. Right now, he was going to enjoy what he was able.) “You know you love my cooking Rust. Don’t deny the butterscotch mint cake wasn’t awesome.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

He didn’t recoil when White dragged him closer like that.. In fact he felt himself relax just a bit… A lot.

Being spooned like this seemed to just make him feel better, a whole lot better. He found Pete’s hand around his waist and gingerly carded his fingers through the other man’s.

Comfort.

That’s what this was.

He shivered a bit.. Feeling him talk at the back of his neck like that. Attention like that could do things to even the strongest willed man.

“I hope you didn’t actually make it out of mouthwash like Billy said you did..” he said softly.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(A tremble of something crawled down his spine, almost like a shiver but warmer. White lay his chin on top of Rusty’s head. It was unusual, a soft comfort like this being his. Fingers interlocked with Rusty’s, he scoffed.)

“C'mon Rust. Ya know mouth wash is only for cookies and cup cakes. That much mouth wash would be foul. That’s why I used mint leaves.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

He snickered, his shoulders shaking as he did.

“mouthwash doesn’t even belong in cookies- either option is absolutely foul!” he retorted, his boney fingers squeezed White’s gently… “hnnn you’re lucky you’re cute… you’d never cut it as a chef Pete.” he teased.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He couldn't help the smile on his face, feeling the frail man trying his best to express affection. He rolled his eyes, trying to play the compliment off the best he could. He wasn’t used to casual compliments. Not from anybody, least of all Rusty.)

“I can cook way better then you can and you know it. Coca Cola and Ketchup? Now THAT is foul.”

(It actually wasn’t half bad. Not that he would tell Rusty that.)

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He looked up at the statement he made, a clearly questioning look on his face. He was smart enough not to ask. If this White dipped in the "wild side" like he did, he didn't want to know. Looking at the conversation, he couldn't help catch a glimpse the conversation before.

It gave him a good starting point, kind of. The keyboard was similar to what he had, with enough differences to make it interesting. Typing with a practiced ease he didn't feel, he sent a short message. Nothing world breaking. Just a continuation of the conversation before.)

[I still say we need a catch phrase. For the merchandise, Billy. Think about all the money we could make with a catch phrase.]

(He looked up and hard his phone ring, denoting an answer from his Billy. A short bit if music, clearly "Blinded me with Science" played and he tried to play it cool. )

[pinkpilgrim-white]

"Hey... I know you've been looking forward to Christmas this year... So I brought you a little present" he said.. He was wearing a onesie that had holiday wrapping on it, with a big frilly bow belt.. He had something behind him back though..

(White did his best not to laugh at the outfit Rust was wearing. He did himself proud, only snorting once. Okay, twice. He tilted his head curiously, wondering what Rusty was hiding behind his back. After their “Pizza Date” Rust was both really clingy and distant at the same time.)

“Whatcha got there?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White looked at Rusty with concern. This was not like him. He wasn’t going to push it however and took the remote. He raised an eyebrow at his comment. He raised a finger, still holding the remote.) “Yer the ohne that intradouced me t’ it Rust.” (He quirked his mouth, thinking.) “Prob’bly innit ohn right now anyway. Although ah know of som’thing jusht as weird ahnd awesome on right now.” (A few practiced clicks and on popped a cooking show. The introductory logo said “The Great British Bake Off” and with a satisfied grin White put the remote down on a nearby table.) “You asked fer it.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

“what- anime?  that was Hank.” he protested. he wasn’t huge on cartoons in the first place, at all really… he would get hung up on the logic more often then naught, and his immersion in the series would be shattered immediately. maybe as a kid he’d be easier to put the thoughts aside, but now it was just a confusing mess for him of redundancy and questions. he was still a bit stunned how his boys could sit through episodes without issue. he turned his head a bit to look over at the TV and he felt a smile tug at his lips. he chuckled, his shoulders shaking a bit. “godammit.” he mused, shifting to roll over onto his other side to face the TV. “i hope this doesn’t inspire you to start cooking, White.” he half-teased.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White rolled his eyes and scoffed. Of course Rusty would blame it on Hank. It didn’t bother him, it was kind of expected. Ever since he walked in on him all those years ago in college, he knew Rusty had a soft spot for the art form. His secret was safe with the Pink Pilgrim however. He shot Rusty a playfully annoyed scowl before pulling him closer. He could almost pretend things were all right between the two of them. That there wasn’t this vague foreboding between them that could break any moment. Right now, he was going to enjoy what he was able.) “You know you love my cooking Rust. Don’t deny the butterscotch mint cake wasn’t awesome.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

He didn’t recoil when White dragged him closer like that.. In fact he felt himself relax just a bit… A lot.

Being spooned like this seemed to just make him feel better, a whole lot better. He found Pete’s hand around his waist and gingerly carded his fingers through the other man’s.

Comfort.

That’s what this was.

He shivered a bit.. Feeling him talk at the back of his neck like that. Attention like that could do things to even the strongest willed man.

“I hope you didn’t actually make it out of mouthwash like Billy said you did..” he said softly.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(A tremble of something crawled down his spine, almost like a shiver but warmer. White lay his chin on top of Rusty's head. It was unusual, a soft comfort like this being his. Fingers interlocked with Rusty's, he scoffed.)

"C'mon Rust. Ya know mouth wash is only for cookies and cup cakes. That much mouth wash would be foul. That's why I used mint leaves."

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”

[the-whiteroom]

he seemed legitimately stunned by this new information. sure he and Rusty had experimented in college before, a lot of times, but..  to hear his other self had both Rusty and Billy like that? part of him was …. jealous? red eyes darted to the floor beside them, before back onto the other Pete a few times.  “hunh-” he bit the inside of his lip roughly, just to try and edge off the pain.  “well- uh… i hope ya get this sorted out pally…” he did his best not to show his feelings, but he wasn’t too good at that.  “playin’ with feelings like that- usually never a good thing.” he looked to the floor and exhaled.. bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck slowly.  “i uh- i don’t think i know why we’re here… uh..” he glanced around.  “haven’t seen my Billy in a hot minute either actually…” he said quietly, his hand rested on his neck, between his head and his shoulder.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White gulped nervously, a twinge of anxiety snapping through his veins. That look in the other him’s eyes was unnerving to say the least. He crossed his arms, feeling defensive at the other’s statement.)

“Ah’m noht playing with Billy’s feelings. Ah’d nevah do that.”

(He paused. Thinking. Come to think of it, normally Billy would be banging on his door by now, telling him to get his “lazy computer genius ass” out of bed. Curiouser and curiouser. He scowled, not sure what to think.)

“Maybe. He found my Billy and is comparing notes? It’s what my Billy would do. Ah think.”

[the-whiteroom]

“y’know… i kinda hope so..” he slowly tucked his hands into his jacket pockets..  “i really hope so.” he corrected himself.  he genuinely missed Billy, though… they had only been separated for a few days at best, by now.. “ya think ya can phone ‘em?” he asked.  “or uh- text ‘em at least?” he asked, shrugging.  “so… just so we know where at least one of ‘em is.” he looked away. he was genuinely concerned for him and honestly, part of him wanted to meet his billy, just so they could see the reaction of having not one, but TWO Petes! 

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He gave the man a curious look. He didn’t know how Billy would take the news of a second White. Probably as well as there being a second Billy. Thinking of Billy, a faint protective scowl crossed his face. His stubborn streak came out, not liking being told what to do.) “Why don’t you call your Billy? Ohr text him or something.” (His phone lay on a nearby table, next to the stuffed cat with the ribbon. A simple two toned case covered the phone, the pink curling over the edges in a zig zag styled pattern, accented by a very pale cream.)

[the-whiteroom]

Pete smiled and looked down at his phone in his pocket.  “or-” he brought out his phone and rolled it in his hand a few times.  “we could text each others billys and see if they realize it.” he mused, a bit of a sadistic grin on his lips. “i know my Billy’s kinda smart on figuring out if somethin’s up… how about yours?” he asked. his own phone was classic black, but with a cassette style jewel case around it. a little excessive, sure, but it was very clearly new…  he opened up the case and unlocked his phone. at least the phone itself had pink decals on the front, but it clearly wasn’t the typical VenTech phone they usually got. 

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White knew his Billy was pretty smart too, never being fooled for too long by his shenanigans. Although, another him might prove an interesting challenge. It wasn’t like he had anything too pressing at the time to do. Looking at the phone, he made a decision. 

Lightning fast, he tapped in his code and unlocked his phone as well. Swiping through his contacts, he made sure to disguise a few, knowing that this other him would not question “Pizza Time” or “Cinnabon” like he would “Daddy’s Little Princess” or ”Curly Que”. He got it to Billy’s contact, “Boy Genius” marking him off. Holding it like a grenade ready to explode, he offered it to the man.)

“Nothing too weird, ahl right?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

"Hey... I know you've been looking forward to Christmas this year... So I brought you a little present" he said.. He was wearing a onesie that had holiday wrapping on it, with a big frilly bow belt.. He had something behind him back though..

(White did his best not to laugh at the outfit Rust was wearing. He did himself proud, only snorting once. Okay, twice. He tilted his head curiously, wondering what Rusty was hiding behind his back. After their “Pizza Date” Rust was both really clingy and distant at the same time.)

“Whatcha got there?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White looked at Rusty with concern. This was not like him. He wasn’t going to push it however and took the remote. He raised an eyebrow at his comment. He raised a finger, still holding the remote.) “Yer the ohne that intradouced me t’ it Rust.” (He quirked his mouth, thinking.) “Prob’bly innit ohn right now anyway. Although ah know of som’thing jusht as weird ahnd awesome on right now.” (A few practiced clicks and on popped a cooking show. The introductory logo said “The Great British Bake Off” and with a satisfied grin White put the remote down on a nearby table.) “You asked fer it.”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

“what- anime?  that was Hank.” he protested. he wasn’t huge on cartoons in the first place, at all really… he would get hung up on the logic more often then naught, and his immersion in the series would be shattered immediately. maybe as a kid he’d be easier to put the thoughts aside, but now it was just a confusing mess for him of redundancy and questions. he was still a bit stunned how his boys could sit through episodes without issue. he turned his head a bit to look over at the TV and he felt a smile tug at his lips. he chuckled, his shoulders shaking a bit. “godammit.” he mused, shifting to roll over onto his other side to face the TV. “i hope this doesn’t inspire you to start cooking, White.” he half-teased.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White rolled his eyes and scoffed. Of course Rusty would blame it on Hank. It didn’t bother him, it was kind of expected. Ever since he walked in on him all those years ago in college, he knew Rusty had a soft spot for the art form. His secret was safe with the Pink Pilgrim however. He shot Rusty a playfully annoyed scowl before pulling him closer. He could almost pretend things were all right between the two of them. That there wasn’t this vague foreboding between them that could break any moment. Right now, he was going to enjoy what he was able.) “You know you love my cooking Rust. Don’t deny the butterscotch mint cake wasn’t awesome.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”

[the-whiteroom]

he seemed legitimately stunned by this new information. sure he and Rusty had experimented in college before, a lot of times, but..  to hear his other self had both Rusty and Billy like that? part of him was …. jealous? red eyes darted to the floor beside them, before back onto the other Pete a few times.  “hunh-” he bit the inside of his lip roughly, just to try and edge off the pain.  “well- uh… i hope ya get this sorted out pally…” he did his best not to show his feelings, but he wasn’t too good at that.  “playin’ with feelings like that- usually never a good thing.” he looked to the floor and exhaled.. bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck slowly.  “i uh- i don’t think i know why we’re here… uh..” he glanced around.  “haven’t seen my Billy in a hot minute either actually…” he said quietly, his hand rested on his neck, between his head and his shoulder.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White gulped nervously, a twinge of anxiety snapping through his veins. That look in the other him’s eyes was unnerving to say the least. He crossed his arms, feeling defensive at the other’s statement.)

“Ah’m noht playing with Billy’s feelings. Ah’d nevah do that.”

(He paused. Thinking. Come to think of it, normally Billy would be banging on his door by now, telling him to get his “lazy computer genius ass” out of bed. Curiouser and curiouser. He scowled, not sure what to think.)

“Maybe. He found my Billy and is comparing notes? It’s what my Billy would do. Ah think.”

[the-whiteroom]

“y’know… i kinda hope so..” he slowly tucked his hands into his jacket pockets..  “i really hope so.” he corrected himself.  he genuinely missed Billy, though… they had only been separated for a few days at best, by now.. “ya think ya can phone ‘em?” he asked.  “or uh- text ‘em at least?” he asked, shrugging.  “so… just so we know where at least one of ‘em is.” he looked away. he was genuinely concerned for him and honestly, part of him wanted to meet his billy, just so they could see the reaction of having not one, but TWO Petes! 

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He gave the man a curious look. He didn’t know how Billy would take the news of a second White. Probably as well as there being a second Billy. Thinking of Billy, a faint protective scowl crossed his face. His stubborn streak came out, not liking being told what to do.) “Why don’t you call your Billy? Ohr text him or something.” (His phone lay on a nearby table, next to the stuffed cat with the ribbon. A simple two toned case covered the phone, the pink curling over the edges in a zig zag styled pattern, accented by a very pale cream.)

[pinkpilgrim-white]

"Hey... I know you've been looking forward to Christmas this year... So I brought you a little present" he said.. He was wearing a onesie that had holiday wrapping on it, with a big frilly bow belt.. He had something behind him back though..

(White did his best not to laugh at the outfit Rust was wearing. He did himself proud, only snorting once. Okay, twice. He tilted his head curiously, wondering what Rusty was hiding behind his back. After their “Pizza Date” Rust was both really clingy and distant at the same time.)

“Whatcha got there?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White looked at Rusty with concern. This was not like him. He wasn’t going to push it however and took the remote. He raised an eyebrow at his comment. He raised a finger, still holding the remote.) “Yer the ohne that intradouced me t’ it Rust.” (He quirked his mouth, thinking.) “Prob’bly innit ohn right now anyway. Although ah know of som’thing jusht as weird ahnd awesome on right now.” (A few practiced clicks and on popped a cooking show. The introductory logo said “The Great British Bake Off” and with a satisfied grin White put the remote down on a nearby table.) “You asked fer it.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”

[the-whiteroom]

he seemed legitimately stunned by this new information. sure he and Rusty had experimented in college before, a lot of times, but..  to hear his other self had both Rusty and Billy like that? part of him was …. jealous? red eyes darted to the floor beside them, before back onto the other Pete a few times.  “hunh-” he bit the inside of his lip roughly, just to try and edge off the pain.  “well- uh… i hope ya get this sorted out pally…” he did his best not to show his feelings, but he wasn’t too good at that.  “playin’ with feelings like that- usually never a good thing.” he looked to the floor and exhaled.. bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck slowly.  “i uh- i don’t think i know why we’re here… uh..” he glanced around.  “haven’t seen my Billy in a hot minute either actually…” he said quietly, his hand rested on his neck, between his head and his shoulder.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White gulped nervously, a twinge of anxiety snapping through his veins. That look in the other him’s eyes was unnerving to say the least. He crossed his arms, feeling defensive at the other’s statement.)

“Ah’m noht playing with Billy’s feelings. Ah’d nevah do that.”

(He paused. Thinking. Come to think of it, normally Billy would be banging on his door by now, telling him to get his “lazy computer genius ass” out of bed. Curiouser and curiouser. He scowled, not sure what to think.)

“Maybe. He found my Billy and is comparing notes? It’s what my Billy would do. Ah think.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

"Hey... I know you've been looking forward to Christmas this year... So I brought you a little present" he said.. He was wearing a onesie that had holiday wrapping on it, with a big frilly bow belt.. He had something behind him back though..

(White did his best not to laugh at the outfit Rust was wearing. He did himself proud, only snorting once. Okay, twice. He tilted his head curiously, wondering what Rusty was hiding behind his back. After their “Pizza Date” Rust was both really clingy and distant at the same time.)

“Whatcha got there?”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White was stunned at how fast Rusty was able to grab the bottle from him. His concern only grew as the man’s true emotions came through the rapidly crumbling facade. White sighed and picked up the bottle before it spilled what little remained of its contents.

Placing the bottle on a nearby table, he scooted Rust’s legs out of the way so he could sit with him. He drooped his hands between his legs and took in a deep breath.)

“Ah’m wit ya ohn that, Rust.”

(With his closest hand, he placed it on Rust’s shoulder with a watery smile on his face.)

“Mayhbe we cahn figa it out togetha?”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

Rusty exhaled slowly through his nose, looking up at White. He reached to place his hand on the man’s shoulder and the other on his arm.

He tugged Pete down beside him on the couch and tucked his face in the others chest.

He felt so small and frail.

He snaked one arm around White’s side, his eyes closed.

“heh.. I’d appreciate that..” he half whispered.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(White willingly fell onto the couch next to the man. With his free arm, he wrapped it around the fragile man. Laying his chin on top of the man’s hatted head, he hmmed softly.)

“Soh. What ya wanna do, Rust?”

(He eyed the remote sitting on a nearby table. As much as he says he hates Rust’s “shows” he actually secretly enjoys them. Mostly because he gets to have Rust all to himself because nobody else wants to be in the same room when Rust turns them on. 

Smiling to himself, he remembers how Rust is just like the guys at the movies he proclaims to hate. The ones that talk back to the movie or commentate. Rusty not realizing the hypocrisy of doing the same with the television made it adorable to him somehow.)

“Watch sohme tv?”

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

he gripped into Whites jacket slightly and exhaled softly through his nose. “sure-” he said quietly, moving himself in to kiss the others chest, just below the mans peculiar gem thing. he closed his eyes and tucked into him a bit more. frankly, he had been afraid of the other man finding out about his rebound into alcoholism. he was scared that White would have been upset at him about all of this, or hated him. “would uh- would you want to watch one of your things?” he asked, his eyes closed, taking a breath to try and relax into the man.

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(He knew what Rusty was doing. He recognized when Rusty was being extra accommodating. He was upset about Rusty lying to him sure, but right now that wasn’t going to help either of them if he started shouting at him or something. He looked at the remote and shrugged.)

“Eh, you go ahead and watch one of your things.”

[pinkpilgrim-white]

(The pink deepened on White’s cheeks, this other him catching him already. He rubbed his arm, nervous and trying to figure out the least he can get away with telling this other him.)

“Ah didhn’t do anything per se. Mohre I didn’t do anything. Juhst. Rust and I got drunk, like we normally do. Onleh. This time it lead to a bit more and well../”

(He shrugged.)

“Ah know. Ah think ah know anyway that my Billy is seriously crushing on me and ah’m. Not reahlly sure what to do about it.”

(He paused and shot this other him a sour look.)

“Ya didn’t answer my question fella.”