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that scene where mike was at harvey's apartment eating cereal was so great. harvey going all "why didnt u run this decision by me!!" and saying all he is to mike is a clean set of sheets.....
Zendaya wearing JOHN GALLIANO – London fan event for Spider-Man: Brand New Day
Zendaya for Spider-Man: Brand New Day press in John Galliano ss97
Some actually useful Questions to get to know your OC better...
↳ What’s your character’s biggest fear and how does it screw up their relationships? Are they terrified of being abandoned? Do they push people away before they can leave? Are they scared of not being enough? Or being too much?
↳ What’s something they’re stupidly passionate about, and how does it drive their entire life? Like that thing they’d fight someone over. That core belief, hobby, or dream that lowkey fuels every decision they make (even when they say it doesn’t).
↳ What’s one childhood memory they can’t shake and how did it shape the way they see the world now?
↳ What weird habits or quirks make them totally them? Do they always talk with their hands? Hum when they’re nervous? Refuse to eat foods that touch?
↳ Do they have a secret talent no one expects? Like, are they surprisingly great at card tricks? Can they play the piano at concert level but never talk about it? Bake the world’s best banana bread?
↳ How do they handle failure?
↳ Who’s had the biggest impact on their life, and why? Friend, enemy, sibling, teacher, ex?
↳ What do they believe in, deep down? Like, what’s their moral compass? What lines won’t they cross? What kind of person are they trying to be, even if they mess up along the way?
↳ Is there an item or feature they’re weirdly attached to? A necklace? A hoodie? A scar? A pair of old sneakers?
↳ Do they have recurring dreams or nightmares? And what do those dreams mean? What are they trying not to deal with while awake?
On Writing Teachers
✧ patience forged in chaos and A LOT of caffeine.
✧ voices permanently stuck at “project to the back of the room” volume.
✧ remembering 30 names, faces, and life stories, while no one remembers theirs.
✧ surviving on sticky notes and ungraded papers.
✧ pretending not to care when students call them “mom” or “dad” by accident.
✧ the heartbreak of watching a kid give up on themselves.
✧ being underpaid, overworked, but still showing up.
✧ the emotional whiplash of caring too much.
✧ becoming the adult they once needed.
✧ secretly hoarding every thank-you note like a sacred relic.
✧ witnessing lives in fragments, never knowing how the story ends.
✧ realizing influence is quiet, but it echoes.
✧ burnout disguised as “dedication.”
✧ still believing in potential, even when no one else does.
bodies working overtime
Viper: And, as always, here’s your weekly reminder that therapy and other psychiatric services are covered by our healthcare plan.
Mav:
Mav: Why does he always look at me when he says that?
why was messi lowkey serving saddam hussein hiding spot
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Guys gimme some song recs
having collaborative ocs with friends will have you saying shit like "what if scimble was bumpus wouldnt that be funny" and then like two weeks later its one of the most important pieces of lore you have
saw an edit of Trevor x Mike and I kinda busted everywhere /j like guys, imagine two stoner twinks shotgunning smoke into each other's mouths and like whimpering. Guys please just hear me out, plot happens, Mike and Trevor aren't fwb anymore and Mike moved onto Harvey and lets it slip that him and Trevor used to do stuff (that he hasn't done with Harvey) and Harvey gets jealous !!
Short lil angsty marvey thing I wrote with eyes half closed. Inspired by The Thrill Of Loneliness by Hana Stretton!
Ps. it’s all over the place and kinda bad but alas I needed it out.
Voice messages— Marvey
Mike has evolved from tolerable to annoying in an endearing way. He convinces—no, forces Harvey to leave long voice messages when he’s out and about, when theyre apart.
Some voice messages are 30 second or less, others are a full on minute because Mike demands it, it can be something as simple as just Harvey replaying what he’s doing at the moment, what his plans are in the next five minutes, or how some client dinner went, sometimes Harvey’s eye roll can be heard through the voice message and he stalls as the message is rolling.
Mikes reason for this new demand? He loves Harvey’s voice. That’s all. He likes hearing him speak about his day, as rare as it is, because Mike is always the one with the mouth, he’s always the one rambling. And now for once he managed to semi-convince and semi-force Harvey to do the same, even if it’s through voice messages.
Mike of course, does the same. He leaves long voice messages, way more enthusiastic than Harvey, he rambles about his day, talking about even the most mundane things. It warms Harvey’s heart, even if he doesn’t admit it, or smiles in a way that Mike just knows without needing to hear it out loud.
Everything was perfect. It really was, until Harvey had been reminded brutally that it’s never for long.
Mike had gotten into an accident on that cursed bike, eventually. Harvey had been there, by that hospital bed, holding Mikes hand like if he gave his warmth to the rapidly cooling body then Mike would wake up and tell him he was simply playing dead. He wasn’t. It was never that simple. And Harvey couldn’t deny that he couldn’t let go for hours, he couldn’t. It hurt, so bad. He was so sure hours earlier, he and Mike, when he could barely even whisper, he’d told him then, “I’ll be fine, Harvey.”
Harvey wanted to believe him. But even he couldn’t ignore the way the doctors were almost bracing to even approach Harvey with their solemn looks. Harvey couldn’t look away from Mike, not when his eyes were so glossy, not when his smile was failing to be reassuring, not when he’d finally fluttered his eyes half closed, and finally— “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Harvey.”
“Don’t forget that, okay?”
With that now wobbly smile that Harvey would learn to engrave in his mind, Mikes last. He squeezed his hand— “don’t forget.”
Harvey couldn’t even say anything, he wanted to, to say that he knew the bike should have been the first thing gone. But god—he couldn’t when Mike first awoke, he couldn’t now, not when he could faintly hear the flatline sound. Not when Mikes hand slipped from his.
Not when he felt his heart die alongside Mikes.
He felt dazed, tunnel vision coming, he could faintly hear voices behind him, around, everywhere. He could faintly feel a hand in his shoulder nudging him back. He stood his ground, he stared at Mike, the whole time, he stared at the way his eyes were closed as if he was simply sleeping. He stared at the way his usually pink lips were drained of color and slightly parted, no huffs of breath, nothing.
Mike Ross was truly, utterly, gone.
Harvey had been forced eventually. He had been taken home by Donna, he couldn’t hear anything but the life around him collapsing, mentally or physically. Harvey couldn’t know.
He fished his phone out eventually. He clicked mikes contact, he stared at the profile picture he’d chosen for him, one Harvey had taken of him on a winter night, a week before Christmas, mikes brilliant blue eyes staring up in awe at the decorations, as if he’d never seen them before years prior. Harvey adored him. He stayed staring at the picture for what seemed like hours. But what he really came here for, was the voice messages.
Harvey hesitated, not because he didn’t want to hear Mikes voice again. But because he knows, that if he does, god—he’ll break. But damn it all, he’ll gladly break to hear Mike again. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him.
He starts with the most recent one. The one Mike had sent a day before the accident, he sounded…animated, happy, as he always seemed to be after their relationship went public. Harvey felt himself smile despite it all. He felt himself relax slowly as the message went on, hearing Mikes voice carry energy, about how he almost thought of buying Louis a coffee—followed by a laugh of disbelief, one that had Harvey’s heart clenching, in pain, in delight, everything all at once.
The voice message ended. The silence that followed felt suffocating, enough to have Harvey gasping for air, he could feel fresh warm tears prickle the corners of his eyes, he pressed play on another message before he could think.
‘Okay, okay! I know what you say all the time, Harvey—but listen, we could totally get a puppy, even tho yes—I can see it now, that stupid look you give me, I know I’m the puppy, okay? But like, it gets lonely being the only scruffy one, wouldn’t you like a fuzzy little guy running around your apartment?? Wait don’t answer that, i think you’ve definitely had nightmares about this exact scenario, actually—‘
Harvey doesn’t feel the tears cascading down his cheeks as the message keeps rolling, he just feels the tug of his lips in a warm smile as he stares off. Mikes voice echoing through the cold condo. Harvey had rejected the idea that day, but he’d told Mike he’d consider it, and even now—he could see the sparkle in those eyes, a challenge.
He wishes he’d fulfilled that want now.
That’s how Harvey spends the night, every night, with mikes voice swallowing the cold and empty feeling that is now Harvey’s life. He sees the sun rise, every time, and still—he plays another message. Exhaustion is a dull ache compared to the peace he feels the moment he hears that voice, even if temporary. Even if the messages will eventually end, even if he’ll need to replay them all over again for the rest of his life. A life that isn’t worth much, he thinks.
Not without Mike Ross.
he fucking takes him to a steak dinner to cheer him up
