#sup bro

[emotionalnudist]

[thejavavoid]

*points* i see you

[chessna2]

You know you’ve crossed the line from being human into being an all-powerful monster when the other all-powerful monsters who hunt, torture, and kill humans for sport and/or food meet you and instead of attempting to harm you in any way they just go, “awww, you guys make such a cute couple 🥺 ” 

[spaceskam]

a follow up to this for @christchex❤️️

ao3

“Sup, bro.”

“I am going to hurt you.”

“I dare you.”

Alex shook his head in hopes that it would hide his smile, but that was close to impossible. For the last week, Michael had apparently gotten the confidence to come and talk to Alex while sober. He hadn't used his number yet (Alex wasn't sure he remembered that it was there) but, if he saw him on campus, he'd come talk. 

Like right now, when Alex was studying in the campus coffee shop that was behind the music building. The piles of sheet music carefully placed out of coffee stain reach didn’t deter him from sitting his happy ass across from him.

“Whatcha doin’, bro?” Michael asked, leaning forward with that stupid smile that stretched nearly ear to ear like he thought he was the cutest thing in the world. He probably did. And he probably wasn’t wrong either, but Alex wasn’t about to tell him that.

“Studying,” Alex answered.

Michael carefully plucked one of the pages off the table, staring at it as intently as he could. Alex bit into his bottom lip as he watched him. His eyebrows tugged into the middle and his bottom lip protruded just a little. How unfairly cute could someone even get?

“How do you study this?” he asked. Alex took a deep breath and leaned forward just a bit.

“Depends. Mainly color-coding and just reading over it. If it’s in English, I’ll write out the lyrics about five or six times until I’ve got it memorized. Takes a fuck ton of time to do all that,” Alex explained. Michael nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the page before flipping it to face Alex.

“This isn’t in English,” he said. Alex smiled.

“No, it’s not.”

“What is it in then?”

Alex scanned his eyes over the first few bars of the page that was smack in the middle of Lenski’s aria. “Russian.”

Michael made an impressed face and nodded, putting the page back when he picked it up from. Alex still double checked it and tucked it back in the right order. They sort of fell silent for a moment as if Michael was expecting Alex to continue the conversation despite the fact that he was the one who’d interrupted his studying. Alex raised an eyebrow his way.

“So,” Michael breathed, “I guess this might be a good time to ask what exactly happened at the party the other night.”

Alex blinked a few times before a sly smile overcame his face. He honestly wasn’t surprised to hear that Michael didn’t remember much, he’d been so fucking wasted. Alex wondered just how much embellishing he could get away with before he caught on.

“Well, bro,” Alex started, leaning back in his chair and smirking, “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Michael blew out a long breath of air, racking his mind. Why was he so cute and stupid at the same time? Or, more importantly, why was Alex weirdly attracted to the cute stupidity that embodied him? It was simply unfair.

“Yeah, uh, I remember coming up to you and asking you to play beer pong. And I know we won a game or two,” he said, speaking slower with each second as he waited for Alex to jump in and fill in his gaps. Alex stayed silent and just smiled. “And I know at some point you did in fact leave the house. That’s all I got.”

Alex licked his lips before batting his eyelashes and pouting just a little, leaning into the table.

“Oh, c’mon, you don’t remember all the passionate love-making, bro? It took up a whole record-breaking six minutes, bro. But, bro, I swear, it wasn’t gay. You had your socks on the whole time, I double checked,” Alex said, enjoying the way Michael’s face went red for a moment before he slowly broke out into a grin.

“You’re such an ass,” Michael laughed, shaking his head.

“You asked.”

“You can’t do me like that, bro, I really thought I’d completely missed out on your fine ass,” Michael said. Alex rolled his eyes and haphazardly gave him the middle finger. “No, but seriously I don’t fucking remember and I would like to know if I fucked up enough to lose my chances with you.”

“Well, don’t worry,” Alex said, smiling at him and trying to ignore those stupid butterflies in his stomach. As questionable as it was that someone like that was into someone like him, he was still on cloud nine. Michael genuinely seemed to like him. That was new. “You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, you’ve done more damage after the fact by not using my number that I gave you that night.”

Michael’s face dropped and, similarly to the first time, scrambled to find his phone. It took him a moment, but he eventually found the contact and his head tilted back in shame as he breathed out a low ‘fuuuuck’. Alex just smiled to himself.

“Okay, well, expect me to use it now,” Michael insisted. Alex shrugged one shoulder.

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Michael gave a wild little grin that Alex couldn’t even deny his interest in and nodded.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to class, bro, but I’ll text you,” Michael said, his words a promise as he went to stand up. On his way to his feet, his thighs hit the table and sent Alex’s coffee wobbling. Both of their hands shot out to catch it, but some outside force caught it instead and it stopped midair. It quickly stood up straight, not spilling a drop. It was almost so fast that Alex didn’t notice it wasn’t just physics. Almost.

He glanced up at Michael with wide eyes who was staring right back at him, his face gone pale.

“What?” Alex breathed out.

“I gotta go,” Michael said instead of trying to come up with an answer, running out of the coffee shop so fast he might as well have been running from the fucking cops.

Alex just stayed frozen, trying to make sense of it in his mind. He couldn’t. He truly couldn’t.

“What the fuck?” 

[baseballcardvandals]

Hi.

Own this BCV Original.

[daughterofelros]

‘Sup, Bruh?

So I’ve heard that some folks are grumpy about “Tortured Lust to ‘Sup, Bruh”. I’m grateful to not have seen much of this anger on my own dash, because that line, and its delivery were Fucking Boss. Because here’s the thing-- I have no doubts that Alex and Michael are very much in love. But expressing it? Accepting it? They’ve never had that. They’ve been expressing themselves, burying their emotions in lust, but that hasn’t made them happy. “Sup, Bruh” is such an interesting phrase, because it’s a way that men are socialized to be able to show affection for each other in a society that prioritizes toxic masculinity and heteronormativity. It’s frequently used to express affection while minimizing it for those observing-- to mitigate risk of ridicule. These are two extreme points, and in that single line, Michael advocates for himself, engages in relationship negotiation (that’s pretty new for him). Pause a moment and consider that Michael Guerin -Expresses dissatisfaction -Expresses that he’s struggling with something -Acknowledges past relationship struggles with an Ex-lover -Asserts his continued willingness to be creating a new paradigm with said lover -Begins to establish a boundary (not wanting to end up in a place of heteronormative bro dynamics, the type of friendship that straight men are allowed) -Uses humor to disclose feelings of vulnerability And Alex Manes, with the return line of “It’s a good thing I’m not here to play Beer Pong” -Affirms the importance of their past dynamic -Acknowledges Guerin’s discomfort -Indicates a mutual interest in a dynamic between those extremes -Reassures him that this isn’t about trying to hide from the past -Gives hims concrete things to talk about moving forward -Goes on to acknowledge past harms and then asks for consent moving forward

Nothing in that line minimizes or undermines their importance to each other. Instead, it’s an acknowledgement and and exploration of how they’re struggling to find a paradigm that works. It’s an acknowledgement of how they’re both still invested, even though it’s not coming easy. They’re figuring out how to stay in each other’s lives. Every callback to that is an expression of hope. And hope is what Michael has been lacking, what stalled them out in the most recent go-round.

[jammusings]

just bro’s being bro’s.

[icyharrington]

hoes mad (i’m hoes)