thief / forger

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❝   @consomnio

ronan is rarely as still & attentive as he is now, as kavinsky loops the CHOKER around his neck. to match, kavinsky is rarely as careful as he is now, pulling the soft leather taut against ronan’s skin. they stand chest to chest, eye contact unblinking, as he tightens the necklace. he knows it’s tight enough when ronan’s breath hitches and his eyelashes flutter. a moment of weakness: of SUBMISSION. k touches the choker lightly, and lets his fingers trail down ronan’s neck, his collarbone, his bare chest. “ you look good. think anyone else is gonna know what this means ? ” he taps the silver ring at the very centre of ronan’s throat.

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❝   @lokkur   ;   continued

“ man, is that what this is ? an interrogation ? shiiit ----- i thought we were on a DATE. ” kavinsky slouches down in his chair, with his legs spread & a wide grin as though he’s in control. maybe he is. “ tesseract ? you mean your nightlight ? ” honestly, kavinsky doesn't know what it is, but if it’s important then he may as well make himself as irritating as possible. “ how are you gonna make me, babe ? ”

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ronan‌:

          he peeks and rummages into his newly acquired gift bag,   as if it’s more INTERESTING than listening to his favorite student’s tattooed father prattle on.     “ not what i meant.     but yeah,   a lot of parents DO like to skip over the life lessons.     if you’re all defensive about it,   maybe you’re part of the PROBLEM,   man. ”

          here’s what he shouldn’t notice:   the sharp ANGLE of kavinsky’s jaw when he’s irritated,   the curve of his ass after he turns around,   the natural swagger of his hips.     “ –––––   yeah,   thanks.     beer ? ”     as he watches kavinsky move around the kitchen,   he leans back against the counter,   long disquieted fingers picking at the insides of his pockets.     “ for the record,   i hate social lives,   and i’m not going to anyone else’s shi   –––––   sucky birthday party.     just wanted to be here for NIK.     okay ? ”

“ nah, i’m a good dad. i don’t do problematic shit. ” he eyes mr lynch digging through the gift bag. “ there’s candy jewellery, a bubble wand, and novelty sunglasses in there. ” he says. he kinda wants ronan to try them all right now, just so kavinsky can see, and possibly take pictures.

he fetches lynch a beer and himself a soda, one of those tropical fruit twists that none of the kids seem to want but that kavinsky himself finds almost as addictive as -- well. insert substance here. “ so what you’re saying is ... ” he sips his soda through a straw, watches ronan drink his beer. “ nikolai is SPECIAL ? ” grin. “ i mean, i knew it, obviously --- nice to have it confirmed, though. ”

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blue:

          wonderful,   this is going to be a CONVERSATION.     “ first of all,   it’s kind of worrying that your first thought was sexual.     second of all,   i really don’t know,   but she wouldn’t let me leave the house today without SWEARING i’d warn you.     so… here we are. ”

“ listen, babe, you say tattooed men, my mind goes places. don’t LIE, i know yours does too. ” typically, kavinsky would leave the conversation here, on the uncomfortable sexual innuendo --- but he’s curious. a little wary, too. “ she say why ? am i gonna be murdered or what ? ”

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ronan:

          alert the media:   ronan’s gotten himself into some serious TROUBLE again.     he feels it burning in the scratches along his spine,   in the soreness of his throat that transforms his voice into a RASP,   in his throbbing ass.     he can barely grumble you’re a piece of shit before kavinsky’s mouth presses insistently to his,   drinks up the rest of ronan’s groaned complaints as easily as anything.     memories,   hazy through a little,   a lot,   too much DRINKING flicker through his head   –––––   kavinsky’s slender body on his,   the taste of him,   the sleeping feelings eating ronan ALIVE last night,   newly awake.     he’s dizzy by the time kavinsky pulls away,   hard stare analyzing unusually soft features.     “ what, ”   he begins,   unsure whether to continue with happened last night or has gotten into you.     as he eyes kavinsky’s STRETCHING,   though,   he settles for,   “ i want all of the above.     finally plowing me is all it takes to put you in THIS good a mood,   huh ? ”

“ shut the fuck up. ” it’s a knee-jerk response at this point, delivered with far less heat than usual. he roots around in his dresser for painkillers. “ what ? you’re NOT in a good mood ? man, we had fun last night, you’re not a virgin any more, you should be over the fucking MOON. ” he tosses ronan a pack of candy-coloured dreamt painkillers, better than morphine, and fetches ronan a glass of water. when he returns, he adds: “ if you not, then ... guess we gotta do it again. ” he watches ronan drink. “ i’m serious, sex is a fucking good mood-lifter. ” pun intended.

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gansey:

          kavinsky is an AMUSING thing;   he smiles like an equal when they both know he isn’t one.     “ maybe i should consider scratching my name into this spot. ”     he tilts his head to one side,   an action born not in THOUGHT but to draw attention to the sharp angle of his collarbone.     “ or even into lynch.     a tattoo of my name would be a fantastic addition to his art,   i have to agree.     there’s only ONE issue,   really. ”     his tone drops into something lazier,   silkier,   as fingertips tap a delicate rhythm against the inside of kavinsky’s door.     “ i don’t believe having my name on them would STOP you from touching my things. ”

a laugh escapes kavinsky’s lips without his permission. “ yeah, go for it, man. i mean, there’s ‘ embracing your sexuality ’ & then there’s getting DICK tattooed on you. ” he raises his eyebrows, wondering how dick three would talk lynch into it. phew. now there’s something to think about tonight. “ maybe, maybe not. i only touch things that wanna be touched. and your lynch ... he wants to be touched, y’know ? ” he swipes his sunglasses up from the passenger seat, putting them on before he glances at gansey again. “ withholding, dick ? ”

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gansey:

          being face to face with this man   –––––   who regardless of what he says, still seems rather well-equipped to break in and rob him blind   –––––   should probably inspire more distrust than relief,   but… it feels good to be TALKING to someone.     quite suddenly he can’t remember the last time he had a proper conversation.     he blinks.     “ oh   –––––   no,   wait.     i’m sorry.     that came out harshly.     i haven’t… ”     gansey exhales,   runs a hand through his disheveled hair.     his gaze focuses on kavinsky’s shoes,   a safer place.     “ it’s been a rough…     well.     THANK YOU for checking on me,   really.     i appreciate that.     i don’t know how you knew to do so,   but thank you nonetheless. ”

it’s kind of impressive to watch all the fight leave this dude’s little body. not that there was much fight to begin with, but k almost feels BAD about how pathetic he is. “ whatever, forget it. i guess i’m a suspicious lookin’ guy, so ... no hard feelings. ” he tucks his tools into his jacket pocket, glances down at his shoes to see what’s so interesting about them. ( answer: nothing ) “ oh, y’know, just ... you like doin’ your laundry at 4am. so do i. it’s been pretty LONELY down in the laundry room for the past few weeks. thought you might be dead. ” it may seem like an illogical leap, but with plenty of k’s other friends, an unexpected disappearance is almost always bad news.

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mike:

          “ everything suits you, ”   mike sighs against k’s wandering hands,   just for the sake of being cheesy.     his fingers glide up slender thighs,   curl ROUGH around sharp hipbones to drag him further,   closer.     he rests his mouth against k’s grin   –––––   not quite a kiss,   but like it could be.     “ hey,   i might be.     what if i’ve been the WILD one this whole time,   and you’re just my little puppet ?     what if i only let you think you’re in charge ? ”     tough words from a man fresh from a nightmare.

he smiles wider. “ yeah, i know. i’m fucking hot as shit. ” he hums thoughtfully, tongue darting out to lick mike’s mouth, biting down on mike’s bottom lip as mike pulls him closer. “ so you’re the one in charge. ” hands slide down, nails dragging over mike’s neck & chest. “ go on and PROVE IT, then. ”

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❝   @glendowr

to be fair to kavinsky, he didn’t realise that recovery would turn him into such a self-absorbed prick. then again, addiction did the same thing, so maybe kavinsky is just self-absorbed, period. he probably would have noticed the date, though, when he was high as fuck. this new constant slog of want need resist repeat has blended the days into one endless boring nightmare, punctuated by rare bright patches. the bright patches are becoming slightly more frequent, and most of them are thanks to gansey.

gansey doesn’t seem to mind that K’s a self-absorbed prick, doesn’t roll his eyes or get SHITTY when K emotionally checks out – though he always smiles more when K stays present. his smiles are bright. more often than not, they’re able to drag a matching smile out of K.

anyway, the date. K still doesn’t know what it is, but he does notice the hand-addressed envelope in the pile along with gansey’s usual mail – alumni bullshit, subscriptions to weird niche nerdy magazines, fliers for nino’s. he notices gansey open the envelope and glance briefly at its contents, before immediately looking back at his journal, thumb pressed against lower lip. K shuffles over to peer at the letter, and sees it’s a card. on the front it says, ‘ happy birthday son ! ’ and everything. “ what the FUCK, ” he says, loud enough to make gansey jump. he blinks at K rapidly, cutely. “ why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday, dick ? ”

[drunk-on-writing]

i loved you like icarus loved the sun; i didn’t care that the closer i got to you the more it would hurt me.

right before it all went up in flames, you and i were beautiful together (cc 2017)

[colinmorgay]

[vakariaan]

Of all the things, I never thought it would be Cassie who would take you down.

[dailypleaselikeme]

I didn’t know what to do. He just kept saying it! I just lay there pretending to be asleep, playing dead as if he was a bear.

[sixpenceee]

These are Flashlight fish or Photoblepharon palpebratus. Those lightspots are sacks which contain luminous bacteria. Their eyes are just above them! The lightspots can be shut off by  by the fish using either a dark lid or by being drawn into a pouch.

[mr-esperanto-deactivated2016030]

[bulgariantrcsh-a]

mr-esperanto:

just. just. quotes from K re: daddy dearest. if this means anything other than K had to murder his father in self defense and then dream up a fake father, then I’ll be a monkey’s flaming asshole. it’s fucking canon.

[patroqlus]

[holypatronus]