#weather tag

[soemthingsparkly]

I regularly go on a post sharing rampage with @bored-weather and usually they just send little comments or laughing faces and this time they hit me with this gem????

And I don't know what but it's like really affected me??? My spouse is so funny????

[aviatrix-ash]

Punta Gorta's airport just reported 94 kt(108 MPH) gusts!! I hope everyone who's still down there is okay between that and the storm surges :o

[hercynienne]

⭐️ <33

lithium - labyrinth ear / gouge away - pixies / maggot - slutever / the passenger - siouxsie and the banshees

[kittysdexhelper]

Monday’s weather.com main page and TODAY’S weather.com main page

[skeletonkeynk]

⛈🌿 summer storms got me like ahhhh 🌿⛈

[soemthingsparkly]

we're watching heartstopper and my girlfriend got so excited they just said

oh my god im gonna shit all over the walls

[soemthingsparkly]

One of my favourite things is one upping my girlfriend. They'll say something witty and think they got me, but then I come out with a real stonker and they're just floored and its my favourite thing ever.

[soemthingsparkly]

Nick studies too late and Conrad has to physically drag him from his desk to the bed. He holds him as Nick murmurs through sobs things like I won't be ready and I'm going to fail.

Conrad holds him close, strokes his back, and tucks his hair behind his ear, as he tires himself out. He presses his lip to Nick's forehead and the kiss is long and soft.

Under Nick's duvet, he places his hand flat against his chest and feels the rhythm of his heartbeat slow down.

Nick relaxes under the pressure and sniffs. "I'm sorry," he mutters, tearfully, as he picks at the print of Conrad's vintage tee.

Conrad pulls a face. "Why you apologising?"

A tear slips down Nick's cheek and he catches it in the corner of his lips. His tongue darts out to swipe it away.

Conrad strokes his cheek with a thumb, crossing the path of the stray tear, making sure others can't follow.

Nick closes his eyes and sighs a tremoring breath. "Keeping you up like this," he whispers.

Conrad hesitates, then shuffles and presses close to Nick, his forehead grazing Nick's own. Nick folds into him, like a metal towards a magnet.

Conrad suddenly yanks the cover up over their heads and Nick jumps, clutching a fistful of his t-shirt in the process.

Conrad continues to smile down at him as he holds the duvet over their heads. Nick lifts his head from Conrad's shoulder and then looks curiously at him.

He sniffs. "What are you doing?"

"Hiding from our problems. Can't get us if they can't see us."

Nick's shoulders drop and he shakes his head. "You're ridiculous."

"You're a sceptic. Listen, problems only see in two dimensions."

Nick plays along. He always plays along. Playing along is part of what makes him so attractive to Conrad.

"And what dimensions are those?"

"Time and colour."

Nick drops his forehead back against Conrad's shoulder and groans. "You're such a..."

"Genius? Correct. Anyway, they can't see us because they only see in colour and guess what colour your sheets are?"

Nick looks up at the bedsheets above for good measure. "White?"

"White. Exactly."

"Isn't white a combination of all colours, though?" Nick asks.

The corner of Conrad's lips threaten to pull up in a smile, but he schools his expression and shakes his head. "Um, no? Not sure where you heard that one, Nick, but you should probably ask for your money back, anyway..."

Nick snorts and he finds himself smiling.

"So they can't see us through colour and they can't see us through time because, and here's where it gets really wild, because under here..." Conrad pauses to bring his thumb to Nick's chin. His voice drops and he says, "Under here, time doesn't exist. Just you and me, Nicky."

The humour falls away and Nick blinks slowly at Conrad. He feels the tip of Conrad's thumb brush his bottom lip.

Conrad gives him a small smile. "Okay? Just you and me. No worries."

Nick presses his lips together, his lungs inflating with an overwhelming feeling, and nods. "Okay," he whispers, scared, fragile.

Conrad returns his forehead to Nick's and breaths out against his lips. Nick closes his eyes and raises a hand to Conrad's cheek.

"Thank you," Nick whispers.

Conrad nods, his nose brushing against Nick's cheek. "Of course," he says. "Of course."