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[COMING OUT OF THIS POST COVERED IN BLOOD AND TREMBLING] the earrings are sanded…
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
something's in the air, i feel the heat
“Do you trust me?”
And how could Cole say no to that? Did he trust Kai? He trusted Kai more than he trusted himself. He trusted Kai with his life. If he fell, he knew Kai would be there to catch him.
So, Cole took his shirt off, tossing it on the ground beside him, then moved so his back was to Kai. “Always.”
Nothing happened for a minute. Cole stood there, neck and shoulders aching and twitching. He wondered, briefly, if Kai was just trying to get him shirtless (it wouldn’t be the first time), and really, he was not in the mood for that. Not when his body wanted to hurt him.
But then a pair of warm hands—Kai’s hands, he would recognize those oddly soft callused and scarred palms anywhere—landed on his back.
[or, cole's experiencing a lot of pain thanks tp tourette's and kai gives him a heated massage]
🔥2,295 words | cole-centric, lavashipping🔥
happy tourette's awareness month!!!
Wrote out a Talaney form/rp page and honey I COOKED
moff real
original artwork here! by @cyborb
nice
I started crocheting a beanie in the smallest yarn ever. I’m never gonna finish this
more pirates for my character design class 💀
I forget that Normal ppl exist who find my strangeness annoying or off-putting. most people seem to be pleasantly charmed by it.
I hate that one genre of work interaction in which it feels like I'm a homeschool kid talking to a lowkey mean public school kid? Do you know what I mean? Like, you say something, and they act like it's the weirdest most alien thing they've ever heard.
It's a little condescending, too. Like, they think you're dumb, or they don't want you around, or they think you're awkward, or they want so bad to turn you into an object of ridicule. They just can't interact with you in a way that feels earnest?
Am I going insane?
Like, I feel like there's a lot of folks who don't know how to react when they meet someone who is earnest. They're like, what's wrong with this idiot. And I'm like, what the fuck are you doing? Why do you act like everything has to be encased in 75 layers of sarcasm to be worth a damn? Can't you just show up and do your best?
Like, you can interact in the world however you want, but it's the feeling of superiority that these people seem to have over you that's really annoying to me. It's like they think they're better people for not giving a fuck. Me giving a fuck doesn't make me better than you, and you not giving a fuck doesn't make you better than me. You know?