#blackshucks

[fatal-lizard]

decaf + americano

Would you rather be kind to others or yourself?

Honestly lmao I'm gonna say nice to myself because then it makes it easier to be nicer to others in the long run

also I'm an asshole

Do you find the ocean frightening?

YES HAVE U SEEN THAT SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF THERE??? It's very pretty to look at and wade in but that's about all I want from it lol

[cealtrachs]

july & october

fav song/band: i love florence, but my current favorite song is video girl by fka twigs

october: i am notoriously bad at/have little patience for any sort of video/rp games, and i've never tried to play cards or board games. i love trivia and drinking games, though (bonus if it's BOTH AT THE SAME TIME). 

[ailidh-rps]

At his side stood Nevio, though if Paolo truly had the time to think on it he'd have trouble thinking of a time when Nevio wasn't at his side. Beyond what protocol called for, the slightly smaller man had been a constant in his life since he could remember.

Now, he turned to Nevio, and offered a slight smile. The other man stood, staring at him with an intensity that put off others, but Paolo simple understood as the way Nevio processed what it was he had to say, or think. "It won't be long, you know." Paolo offered softly.

Nevio made a sound in the back of his throat, his body moving with the sound as if the words that Paolo had offered offended him and his sensibilities. "Don't comfort me like some wife who's sending her husband over seas. It'll be as long as it takes to get the journalist back. Long enough." He grunted back.

Long enough, Paolo considered the words. Let them sit heavy on his tongue and in his mind. Long enough for what? Long enough to worry? To miss him? To wonder if he'd survive?

Paolo shifted the weight on his pack again, and traced the profile of Nevio's face against the darkening blue of he sky. He let himself wonder how it would press against his face in a kiss, but only for a moment because those thoughts were dangerous and whenever he let himself turn sweet in his head, Nevio grew distant like he could sense it.

He looked away from the face and offered a shrug. "Long enough, then." He decided. Nevio didn't want comfort or assurances, because they were empty. When there was no reply after a few moments, Paolo extended his hand and Nevio's rose immediately to grip it.

Tight and unyielding, Paolo would have winced had he not been prepared for the way his knuckles ground together while they acted out this strange hand shake, hand hold between themselves. "Be safe." Nevio gritted out, like it was painful to request it.

Paolo chuckled softly and squeezed Nevio's fingers as they let their hands retreat to their sides. "I'll do what I can." And then he walked away, and climbed into his Range Rover, and peeled away into the desert. 

Nevio was never sure if he'd see him again. Sometimes he wondered if maybe it wouldn't be easier if he disappeared for good.

- - -

There had been a plan, Paolo thought as he stared at the wall and ignored he pain radiating from everything. Two days ago had been the last time he'd managed to check in. On route to this shit hole to find the journalist who had been captured.

Well, he certainly found them. One hand missing, they travelled in and out of lucidity but they seemed to trust Paolo. He had held the young man's face in his hands and swore on his life that he would get both of them out of the small, concrete room.

Then he had been stabbed, in an effort to overtake a guard. Now he lay still. So still, because even the slightest of movements hurt, and he regretted swearing both of them would get out. The shuddering way he breathed made him doubt the validity of the promise.

He wavered, in and out of consciousness, each time he woke the journalist sounded a little more shrill with worry, and Paolo's ability to assure him that everything was fine waned.

The next time he woke, it was to the sound of shouting. He knew not to struggle to sit up, though he did lift his head to look at the steel door that had kept him from escape. When it opened, and the face that was revealed was Nevio, wild eyed and enraged Paolo let himself close his eyes. Maybe this time for good.

- - -

When he woke again, Nevio was at his side, hard gaze on him. Paolo smiled softly. "Hey." He croaked, throat dry and mind hazy.

"Hey yourself." Nevio growled. "You been out for a day."

"Long enough, then." Paolo nodded and rested his head back against the pillow. He wasn't tired but his eyes needed to close. Nevio's grip on his hand tightened.

"He's alright." 

"Hmm?" Paolo turned his head to the source of the sound, showing he was listening.

"Your journalist. He's alright." Nevio sounded annoyd that he had to repeat it. 

"Good." Paolo hummed slightly. "And me?"

Nevio exhaled through his nose sharply. "Not dead. Not out of action." He responded.

"Good." Paolo nodded a little, and stayed very still and quiet when Nevio's thumb trailed over his hand. "Should be back at it in a few days."

Nevio only answered with a non-verbal snort of derision. Not that Paolo wouldn't be, just that he shouldn't be. But he'd never tell Paolo that. It was one of those things he'd learned to glean from his quiet Nevio. Paolo continued to ask him simple questions until Nevio's thumb stopped stroking his hand, as if he had allowed himself 50 movements and now he had run out of allotted time to touch.

"Sleep." Was the only response he got to his last question.

"Yes," Paolo said softly. "I think I will." 

[cealtrachs]

librarian 157

"Wash him with hyssop inside and out,Hang him up and drain him dry of sin."

- The Art of Losing (edited by Kevin Young)

[cealtrachs]

blackshucks replied to your post:they haunt him still.

holy shit this is sad and gorgeous and wOWWWW

oh my goodness thank you!! thank you for the prompt! :) 

[empty-devils]

5 & 14

5 is answered!

14:Talk about a vacation.- HMM HMM Hmm In October of 2012 the play Chelsea Hotel was doing a second run at the firehall performing arts theater in Vancouver, and I really really wanted to go and Id been trying to budget it out all month (it was only doing a month run, and I hadnt seen an indication leading up to it that it was going to do a second run) and 3 days before its last weekend my parents decided as a christmas present they would help me with the plane ticket and with 3 days notice i was off to Vancouver! I got there at 10pm the night before the play and exhaustedly tried to figure out the trains to get to my dang hostel checked into my hostel (which was over a bar WOO noise) and then?? went to sleep.  woke up in the morning to find that on this incredibly hard matress i had, uh, managed to roll on top of my glasses and effectively snap them in half :)))) so i am Blind in Vancouver by myself. And i was fucking terrified.  Thankfully I was RIGHT around the corner from a Shoppers and the woman at the front desk of my hostel was able to direct me so i went alternating between being blind and holding up half of my glasses to try and find superglue - being blind as fucking hell i bought the wrong dang glue and went back to the hostel to try and fix my glasses, after an hour of the glue NOT BONDING i went back to the shoppers and found krazy glue and was finally able to ""fix"" them and go about my day.  I wandered to find where the play was, and then wandered around gastown all day poking around in shops.  Now, see, Im not really nervous about being by myself in cities or anything or even strange places, I just absolutely hate attention being drawn to myself, so going into shops that are empty while Im by myself is so fucking stressful but i DID IT ANYWAY partially to escape the rain and I found some hella rad prints, and really really neat shops and I Do Not remember what the name of the shop was but it was really cool and then hung out in the starbucks and sketched for like 2 hours before it was time to go to the play.  Then, you know, had a massive anxiety attack re: going into the building because I was so early so I panicked and backtracked to a cafe and got a coffee bc caffeine is clearly the best option in that situation until it was closer to time and then!!! play!!! was SO AMAZING i hung around afterwards bc i was there specifically for one of the cast members (one of the lead singers of the fugitves actually!), and he was so exicted///?? to see me, which was surreal because I didnt really think he was going to remember me at all and i got to talk to him for a long time and actually, hysterically enough, meet his parents? then i went back to my hostel and at 6am got up to go to the airport to find out the train station in my area was CLOSED and me and this other guy trying to go the airport were both like what the fuck do we do now??? and his wife gave me a ride to the next closest train stop and sigh uwualso at both bordercrossings i got harassed for going to vancouver for 24 hours to see a play "what are you REALLY doing here" oh my god im going to a play

[meyerlansky]

blackshucks replied to your post “ok this question has been plaguing me for days but the hark! a vagrant post, would charlie or meyer be jumping outta the cake”

i cackled for like five minutes straight over this and then another ten at the thought of benny popping out of a cake and meyer just being like 'i dont even know what to do with this'

fuCK THAT'S EVEN BETTER

like Charlie has the sense to have a suit on if he's the one in the cake but nO BENNY'S IN A BANANA HAMMOCK AND MEYER JUST STANDS THERE ALL :| WHILE CHARLIE IS CRINGING LIKE "OH AUGH BENNY NO"