#hm!!!!!!!

[russell-crowe]

breaking up (1997)

[softichill]

Hm. Hm!!!

[indiehopeful]

Hmm!!

My extended family is doing a gift exchange, and I got assigned to a cousin I don’t know, so I texted their mom to learn about their interests. I didn’t use any pronouns in the text, and when she texted me back she only used they/them pronouns for her child. Hm! I may have just spotted a gnc/nby relative. Confirmation pending.

[ferocity-flynt]

Oh i have the urge to make a cake

[matstegen]

09.08.19

[o188]

"c'mere," takes him by the tie with a soft yank. kisses now, please.

a storm and it's chaser; people view gavin reed like a natural disaster and sonny carisi like a man gone crazy. he's been trying to figure the shorter one out since their first real encounter --- since the night gavin's winds split his lip,  since his rains filled his head. somewhere along the way he'd gone and gotten addicted to the thrill of the chase, of never knowing what kind of damage would be waiting for him when he finally got his hands on him.

sometimes gavin rumbles at him. thunder. a warning. it happens when they are working together, when sonny stares too long because he knows. dark circles under eyes --- the shorter fuse and the paranoia. reed doesn't sleep well and sonny hasn't ever asked why, only taken it upon himself to try and follow that thunder when it comes. everyone else always makes a point in going in the opposite direction, now. it's gavin's desired effect: scaring them off. keeping them at a certain distance. sonny doesn't run, doesn't even fully brace himself for what's to come as though bracing will ruin the sensations when they happen. the sensations, he’d argue, are everything. why dedicate yourself to anything without the intention of feeling it, knowing it in the dark?

the lightning --- that had been a surprise. that night gavin had been quick but his touch had been electric. wild. potent. people don't always survive a strike and he'd known while standing outside the bar that he's one of the lucky ones, that reed had held back for a reason he still can't place.

it's the rains that are his favorite. it drizzles when they talk --- pours when they argue. it's healthy. frustrating, at times --- the ones where it comes down so hard and fast that sonny's words don't seem to reach --- but still healthy. he's never once tried to change how gavin is, never expected the forecast to cater to his own needs. no. sonny dresses his heart for the weather as it comes, matches gavin's mood with whatever he can without actually intervening with what he understands is a process.

gavin thunders and he rains. on the bad days there is wind and sonny has to watch for a flicker of lightning but every once and a while there comes a calm and clouds seem to part for a few choice moments.

storm chasers are said to be adrenaline junkies and maybe he is --- maybe he gets something from trying to keep up with gavin's moods as they blow through and soak him --- but there's something to be said about when the wind dies down and the sun sneaks its way in through moisture still lingering in the air. the spectrum it creates is so rare that plenty of people probably don't think that gavin reed is capable of it but sonny?

sonny knows.

chasing storms is one thing but letting one come to you is something else entirely.

the grip on his tie --- the little yank. sonny is perfectly set up for moving along with every little breeze gavin sends his way, now. the smile is instant. warm and radiant. people have referred to him as the sun on plenty of occasions but it isn't until he finds a dark cloud that he understands his own significance, his own purpose. people don't think about the point in the sky where the sun and a stormcloud meet --- the space above, where the cloud hoards all of the sun's rays for itself for a while, greedy.  gavin steals him away, keeps him to himself for a second and sonny is perfectly content with shining just for him, with ducking his head and pressing lips together. he's greedy, too, in his own little ways --- takes his own moment to lift a hand to gavin's cheek for the sake of spreading more affection. more warmth. lashes flutter closed and he inhales through his nose, moves to welcome the taste of rainfall and electricity in the air.

a storm and it's chaser; people view gavin reed like a natural disaster and sonny carisi like a man gone crazy because he has.

[doodleodds]

u already know what it is- hit me with fuckin uhhhhh viv nd weiss c1 my dude

oh i will ABSOLUTELY do that