#patxcotism

[damnprussia]

@patxcotism

early 1990s

A bar somewhere

“---Bold move, sitting with me so casually,” said Gilbert slowly as he took a long drink of beer, side-eyeing Alfred.

“What do you want?” He was simple, and abrupt, and his voice seemed a bit cold, but the reality was that it was very tired. Gilbert was tired. And Alfred did not have the tendency to make one less tired.

They had not spoken in a very long time, at least not anything more than business. And as far as Gilbert was concerned, that’s how Alfred preferred it. So what was he doing now, sitting with him?

[rancorosa]

@patxcotism | x

“You wanna run that by me again, punk? I don’t remember asking for your help.”

[ohfleurdebois]

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     He’d only walked into the room to ask Alfred where he kept the extra towels so he could take a shower. 

     All he wanted was a goddamn towel. He’d be rewarded with an elbow to the face. 

     Matthew sighed as he leaned back against Alfred’s kitchen counter, making a mental note to start making his presence known about three feet away from the American. After a couple centuries, he probably should have learned his lesson by now. He let Alfred fuss over him, knowing that he felt terribly guilty over the whole accident, but nonetheless a little amused by it. 

     “Al- C’mon Alfred, it’s not that bad,” Matthew laughed. Yeah, it hurt (Alfred’s strength was nothing to scoff at), but it could have been a lot work. Could’ve broken his nose with just a few more inches to the left.  “It was an accident, and we’re both adults here, I don’t need to hit you ba- Calice, that stings!”  Matthew hissed as the cream came into contact with the broken skin. He jerked his head away on reflect, briefly wondering if the cream or the hit hurt more. 

[nessunodormira]

@patxcotism liked for a motherfucking starter

     “What the absolute fuck are you about to put in your mouth right now.” 

[attrociteas]

@patxcotism

"Not forgetting anything? No? Nothing? Are we sure?” 

Arthur threw another cursory glance over the back of the truck: tent, the still empty cooler (they would buy ice on the road), a couple of chairs, their bags with a couple changes of clothes (and in the case of Arthur’s, not just clothes). A couple of bottles of liquor for the road had been stored in his bag, just in case it was a while until they came across the next gas station. Since Alfred was going to be the one driving, it would be no problem if he was drinking. And oh, Arthur would not be driving. Driving for hours on end was not one of his skills. He was usually tired after forty minutes on the road, but even then, his road rage was interminable. 

“Oh — music, Alfred. Do you have one of those cord things in the car?” he asked, motioning with his hands as if he were plugging an aux cord into the radio. Peter had, a while ago, taught him how to illegally download songs to his phone. Truly, it was one of the best things about this century. Now he could take his tunes everywhere in the small compact box that was his phone! “I am not listening to you talk all the way to San Francisco. And besides, it’s a fine opportunity to teach you about good music, hm?” 

[bloodycrumpets]

sex advice: give your partner grilled cheese during the frick frack paddy whack because that's true love™

[....] Whoever ends up dating you will have to have the patience of a saint.

[luckyno4-blog]

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He tried to tap into the parkour craze a few years ago with little success. The one and only video he’d filmed ends with him stumbling off a playground springy horse and faceplanting into the sandbox. If you listen closely, you can hear him let out a little sob.

[irish-emerald]

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“I'm sorry who’s the elder here? I’ll sound excited or disappointed if I want to you little twat”