The fishing cabin (by Jörgen Tannerstedt)

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The fishing cabin (by Jörgen Tannerstedt)
I see. I’m insane from seeing.
Marguerite Duras, Agatha et les Lectures Illimitées (via larmoyante)
“As much as I love the no pants thing. we’re going outside, and they kind of like the whole pants on thing.”
Ian makes the softest little plaintiff noise at being told to get dressed, eyes closing tight and his brows pinching together. He really doesn’t like heat, he doesn’t like being warm. But he’s typically easy to coerce into anything, so he does in the end begin to get dressed.
“ I don’t like -- I don’t like the heat. “
{ tomorrowseventstoday }
“ It’s – It’s too hot I don’t – Do I have to get dressed? Can I just wear my pants? “
“ Not if you want to go outside. ”
“ I don’t. I don’t want to go out side its too -- i’ll melt its too hot. ”
Still, he’s shrugged on a suit jacket just in case, still shirtless and trouserless.
“ It’s -- It’s too hot I don’t -- Do I have to get dressed? Can I just wear my pants? “
Do I come off as a top or a bottom?
I can see more than you could ever imagine. I still feel blind.
⚜ Independent Original Character
Ian / Bio / Verses
“ well, i’m sure hoping that it doesn’t. “ a fifty-fifty, seeing that he doesn’t quite know if it is just mud. regardless, the soap should wash the brittle blackness off after a sufficient number of cycles. he’s seen jarvis manning the washer; seemed easy enough to have to deal with. prying the proffered cardboard box open, a generous mound of powdered detergent is scooped from within and deposited in the appropriate container.
The smaller man returns to Tony after a few seconds of standing in the room looking all of confused and lost. There was something about the sound of the washer that he didn’t like, the running water, the sudden stop. It all made him a little uneasy. Fortunately, once he returned to Tony, he could grab onto his arm again, ground himself with the warm frame.
“ I don’t -- I don’t want it -- I like those clothes. “
poorlittlejoseph
“ I’m -- I’m -- Are you lost too? I don’t know where I am. “