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miketober day 24: the weather
“ Pete was the poet, Patrick had once declared,
and he ‘ d whispered , in quiet response to himself , that he was everything else . all the rest of the world .
In a shitty motel room , between states in the middle of the night . That was when it happened .
Pete had just stepped out of the shower , hair still dripping & olive skin flushed with the heat of a shower meant more as cleansing than hygiene , & found something far more painful than hatred as he spotted him sat cross legged on the bed .
Patrick met his gaze that night, steady & calm ,
& whispered the quiet praises of whiskey eyes ,
far gentler & humanizing than any lover he ‘ d ever had —
more destructive than the high of any hookup or drug he ever tried .
Not an object ,
but a person .
Pete thought it unfair . A lie .
‘ Better that than something tangible .
Better mockery than something meaningful . ‘
Patrick was the golden ticket , the gifted voice that carried them across stages from behind hats pulled over soft yellow - blue eyes & strawberry blond hair .
Pete was a heartbroken poet who wrote only of love he couldn ‘ t have — of pain & longing that he ‘ d known long before they ever met .
… But then Patrick smiled . A soft , sweet smile that was too earnest not to hurt , & Pete nearly wept .
He treated him like a person , not the sex icon he was made into in his early 20s & forced to continue being — not the flirty heartbreaker frontman of a pop - punk emo band in the early 2000s , but Pete Wentz .
A human .
Someone talented . “
yknow, I think id wear a dress if someone wanted me to just to put their hand up my skirt.
I just like the thought of someone dressing me up ykno.. like as an extension of their ownership over me ig. that may be what a lot of my likes and kinks stem from,, just ownership and all that comes with it.
kannys ^_^;
in my head it's always pronounced bay-zil but hearing tomodachi life pronounce it bah-sil made me rethink my life choices for a moment
the last time i was in this house i was getting ready to see hozier
i was talking to oomf abt this but i dislike when ppl make harley some weird flirty daddy alpha it confuses me