#booing myself

[aeroburning]

I'll be here all week 😎

[hr-twink]

“We should team up.” Is how it had begun. How they thought it had, at least. Putting words to something that had already started. And so it was together that they went through training. The lectures, the exams, the endurance courses. It was during one of the latter that their futures were discussed, as much as could be done at so young an age. The Black Mountains were not as formidable as their name suggested. Though in the dark, on a ridge, huddled in a rocky outcropping to escape the rain, the semantics of the landscape seemed unimportant. It was too cold and they were too rain-soaked to sleep, so they talked. Something neither of them had done, or felt allowed to, before. “What are we going to do after training?” River asked, shivering. The ‘we’ passing his lips as easily as the rest of the words. “Well I’ll move up the ranks, enough that I don’t need to do this shit anymore.” James grimaced and motioned into the darkness. “And then after ten or fifteen years I’ll go into politics or something.” The track was as uninspired in nature as it was in delivery. “We could be First and Second Desk.” River looked over, a boyish smile on his face. James mirrored the grin, “Yeah? And you’d be First I assume?”  River shrugged, “Nah, I’d be fine with Second. First is more you–all the politics and growing soft in your old age.” James elbowed him. “I will not grow soft in my old age, thank you very much.” He never fully retreated the arm that jabbed River’s, so there it remained, contact.  The conversation continued, so did the rain.

From Chapter 7 of We Were Friends, Once.

[synesindri]

forgive me father i have fic ideas

[ducktollers]

i couldve drawn ginger and riley for valentines day. i forgot about valentines day. fuck my stupid fucking chungus life dude. ik i can draw them any time but this wouldve been the perfect time. fuck me

[boynextdoors]

NOT AN AMERICAN