#ogden morrow

[readingabookmostofthetimes]

Og is dying?

I thought he could life forever

[readingabookmostofthetimes]

Did Og help Sorrento to break free?

What is happening to Og?

[rainydayscribbling]

give it up for characters who are trans in all of the ways. They‘re undefinable. Who are they.

[rainydayscribbling]

*Warning: First Person POV, short talk about abuse, wonky spacing* POV character: Ogden Morrow

Pairing: Halliday X Morrow

I had no idea what Jim just said. Normally I would understand him just fine. Sometimes it might take a while - Jim was a mumbler - but normally I understood him.

"I'm sorry? Could you please repeat that?", I asked. "Um……. have you seen my what's the word again?…… ", he paused and was visibly searching for it, "Necklace? I can't go out without it and, you know….. We both wanna do that soon.", his words came to a close. I nodded. Where had I seen it? Jim fiddled with his sleeves, while I was mentally walking through the last hour again. AHA! There it was!

"Found it! It's on my night stand. You left it there yesterday, as you may remember." I smiled. Jim's face lit up, and he jumped and ran out of the room. Wow, he was pretty excited to get it back. Then I remembered that it was his favourite stim toy and he hadn't been able to use it all day. So l understood why he was so excited.

Even though we were married, we both had separate bedrooms and didn't go into the other's without permission. I had told Jim many times that he can just go into mine, but he didn't listen. And I made sure not to step into his room with any body part - even a toe - without asking for his permission first. It was his small oasis. Next to the Oasis of course.

Jumping - probably tile skipping - footsteps could be heard from the hall. I had sat down now, not wanting to give my back more stress than necessary. We weren't young any more. Both of us had aged and medical problems grew bigger, but I would say that Jim was still fitter than me. Maybe just because he wasn't the most athletic anyway. But who would know? He stuck his head through the door, already nibbling on the necklace again. He loved it. And I loved it too because Jim loved it and I loved Jim. The world was too cruel not to like each other…… and so the gayness rose in us.

I chuckled. The way his hair was pressed against the door made it seem like half of his face was covered in it. The necklace fell out of his mouth as Jim began to giggle then even guffaw - and stumbled back into the room, plummeting on the bed next to me. A wave of serotonin filled my body, which was currently filled up with warmth by his laugh.

The man's curly hair rustled on my shoulder as he head butted me. Ilaid mv head on his. After all these years I still loved the man as much as when I proposed to him.

Obviously it was at Happytime Pizza, where we spent a lot of our time together. Well, that was the official one anyway. The other - I don't wanna talk about it. Jim had a Shutdown and……. I don't like when that happens. He eventually said yes, after an exactly 37 minutes and 42 seconds long period of going non-verbal. And I remembered every second of it in full detail. The attempts to speak, trying to sign (because our tapping system wouldn't help - it would just add more sensory input) and eventually just silent tears running down his face. He was shaking through all of it.

But the one in Happytime Pizza was like I always imagined it to be, ever since I fell in love with him. How long that was ago…… well, Jim had already fought cancer a few years ago and survived! It was still like all those years ago when I picked him up, because he was reading a guide to advanced DnD.

That was truly the best decision I made in my whole life. Jim's head felt like a fluffy pillow, his breath was slow and steady. I noticed we were having the same rhythm in breathing. A smile flew onto my face, the man had closed his eyes and was now humming. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. This was all that mattered.

Yeah, some people were hating on us. When we officially married we had a user drop in the Oasis - somehow we had a lot of homophobes on there, even though we had been together for multiple years before the Oasis even came out. People were having ableist discussions about Jim and even sending death threats, which obviously were hollow - they wouldn't be able to realize them anyway, we always either had security around us or when they weren't available, I was still trained in martial arts.

And it sometimes was hard not to yell at him when he was having a particularly hard day, but I never even dared to raise my voice a bit. I wasn't going to hurt him ever. He had been hurt enough. And I made sure nobody else could either.

"Jim?", I mumbled. "Hmhm?" «I love you." «Love you too, Og.", he whispered. His voice was shaky but loving. Like always. Jim had a very distinctive voice and I loved every detail about it. His pattern of speech was gorgeous. Slowly I rolled my face to his, closing our lips together sweetly. Jim's lips were slightly dry, he tasted like berries and chocolate. And coffee. We still weren't able to get him off of his coffee addiction but honestly? I won't judge him on it.

I melted into the kiss, Jim doing the same from the other direction. I felt his cold glasses push against my face, his hair was tickling my ears sweetly. I opened my eyes, looking into Jim's calculating, caring, stormy ones.

I closed mine again, just lingering in the kiss for a moment more. I wanted this to last forever. But eventually, Jim pulled us apart, smiling slightly.

"That's enough for now……. I think.", he chuckled, "We'll have to leave shortly…. if we wanna, you know, be there in time." He got up from the bed, smiling in a way that was perceived as awkward by society. I was definitely not society. That was one of the most powerful smiles in existence. It always made my heart flutter with love when I got to see it.

"Definitely! I'll get my shoes then! The sensory kit is in place already, no worries." I smiled. I walked down the hall, taking my shoes out of the shoe cabinet and putting them on. Jim's were standing right next to mine, the laces were untied. Huh? That didn't seem like Jim in any way.

"Jim, love? Your shoes are untied? What happened?", I asked, the words echoing though the hall. Shuffling came from the other side of it, Jim now walking up to me. His eyes were studying the fluffy carpet on the floor. "I… um……. I tripped and opened them up accidentally… and, err, couldn't close them……. yeah… it's embarrassing, I know." I smiled, trying to get his confidence up again. I knew Jim had problems with doing such fine motor tasks. His Oasis gesture settings were set to "Big'. He had had to find a different way to button his shirts too. It was perfectly fine with me. He was a genius and not having the motor skills to tie shoe laces wouldn't change anything about it.

"Hey. That's okay. Should I tie them? It's not embarrassing at all, completely fine!", I said.

He nodded at me, so I bent down and made a fancy knot, that wasn't going to open itself that soon. I remembered multiple occasions of me binding Jim's laces and how they never changed after that. I had not a bit of a problem with this.

When I got up from my knees I saw tears of shame slowly running down his beautiful face. I hugged him, making calming sounds.

"Hey….. you don't have to be embarrassed. You're disabled. Not dumb. It's okay." It dawned to me that he had probably been told otherwise.

It maybe even was part of the abuse. His parents - especially his father - liked to bully him on subjects of his autism. Maybe it wasn't only shame. I looked into Jim's eyes. They were glazy. There was sniffling near my ear.

Shhhh. . It's okay. They can't hurt you. Not any more. Nobody." Tears were falling from my own eyes too. Every day I learned more about how Jim had been hurt. He was so strong.

"Mmmmmmmm", I hummed, trying to calm the man. I felt his jaw being clenched, so I took my hands and softly massaged the spots. We remained in this position, I was giving Jim some strength to work through it, putting pressure on the needed spots. Slowly the tears subsided.

"Thanks, Og……. I needed that." I just smiled. Everything for Jim. Any time.

"No need to thank me. That's what lovers are for, aren't we?"

"We can go now… I think.", he said, grabbing the sensory kit and wiping his glasses with a handkerchief. I smiled at him, grabbing his hand and opening the door. I would do anything for this man, he would do anything for me. I planted a kiss on the smaller one's cheek. Everything would be okay. I promise.

"Do you know what you're gonna get yet?"

[ladyofdecember]

So I just finished Ready Player One and am I crazy or was the whole plot about the true love that fell apart between the two best friends?? Like the whole time we think that Halliday regrets not making it work with Karen. But then no! It's that he regrets the falling out between him and Ogden! And Wade even says it at the end! 😮

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@simonpegg

Happy Father’s Day! ❤

#benmendelsohn #readyplayerone #behindthescenes

[habom0416]

Hello, World!

[hitchell-mope]

Ten minutes for the goddamn credits