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im obsessed with mike walters he's gay he's a cowboy he's the bear he's never made a normal decision in his life he's cut off so many limbs he's the most and least killable man in the universe he's an anarcho communist he dropped his boyfriend husband into the pacific ocean he eats a normal amount of biscuits and gravy what a guy
When she sat down and placed her back against the wall, Cal remembered seeing her there before, when those nights in the galley turned into nights—here, in this room, on his cot.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments after Cal settled into his old side of the bunk.
“We used to do this on many nights,” Merrin observed softly.
Cal lifted a leg onto the cot and rested one of his arms on it, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Her brown eyes, which he knew so well, shifted to his, “And why do you think that is?”
Dropping his gaze was almost shameful, but somehow facing her and admitting it felt worse, “Dunno exactly. Guess we got…a little busy.”
A ‘little busy’ was an understatement. A ‘little busy’—
Also felt like an excuse. And he didn’t know why.
…
The distance that was there but shouldn’t be. Esoteric moments that were once so salient and defining are but a thought in the back of the mind, put in a box and locked away.
But what if that box were to be taken out. What if the dust was to be wiped off and opened again.
What if we found our way back to one another again?
rated E // chapter 2/6
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@mitch24k in custom coated work jacket & coated jeans
Finally breaking out of my funk and hoping to start posting again! Satoshi and I went to WagakkiBand Premium Symphony Night at Osaka Jou Hall, and was pretty awesome. WagakkiBand is a Visual Kei group that mostly does covers of Vocaloid songs using a mashup of rock and traditional Japanese instruments - I linked one of my favorites up at the top there - and the second half of the show featured a backup orchestra, and the lead singer did a song on piano as well. It was a great show! It was kind of funny to me that they’re a cover band, because the last (non-classical) concert Satoshi and I went to see was Post Modern Jukebox on NYE, which is kind of the American version of WGB - and if you’ve never heard of PostModern Jukebox you should go check them out RIGHT NOW because they’re INCREDIBLE.
When she sat down and placed her back against the wall, Cal remembered seeing her there before, when those nights in the galley turned into nights—here, in this room, on his cot.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments after Cal settled into his old side of the bunk.
“We used to do this on many nights,” Merrin observed softly.
Cal lifted a leg onto the cot and rested one of his arms on it, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Her brown eyes, which he knew so well, shifted to his, “And why do you think that is?”
Dropping his gaze was almost shameful, but somehow facing her and admitting it felt worse, “Dunno exactly. Guess we got…a little busy.”
A ‘little busy’ was an understatement. A ‘little busy’—
Also felt like an excuse. And he didn’t know why.
…
The distance that was there but shouldn’t be. Esoteric moments that were once so salient and defining are but a thought in the back of the mind, put in a box and locked away.
But what if that box were to be taken out. What if the dust was to be wiped off and opened again.
What if we found our way back to one another again?
rated E // chapter 4/7
✨️💫✨️READ HERE!💫✨️💫
✨️💫✨️READ CHAPTER ONE HERE!💫✨️💫
When she sat down and placed her back against the wall, Cal remembered seeing her there before, when those nights in the galley turned into nights—here, in this room, on his cot.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments after Cal settled into his old side of the bunk.
“We used to do this on many nights,” Merrin observed softly.
Cal lifted a leg onto the cot and rested one of his arms on it, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Her brown eyes, which he knew so well, shifted to his, “And why do you think that is?”
Dropping his gaze was almost shameful, but somehow facing her and admitting it felt worse, “Dunno exactly. Guess we got…a little busy.”
A ‘little busy’ was an understatement. A ‘little busy’—
Also felt like an excuse. And he didn’t know why.
...
The distance that was there but shouldn’t be. Esoteric moments that were once so salient and defining are but a thought in the back of the mind, put in a box and locked away.
But what if that box were to be taken out. What if the dust was to be wiped off and opened again.
What if we found our way back to one another again?
rated E // chapter 1/6
✨️💫✨️READ HERE!💫✨️💫
YSL artist T Shyne in unreleased WGB hoodie and ski mask.
