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nightmarearian · 1 year

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It’s fine

(Mother is out again, Father is drinking again, little AjaxMaria is saddled with tiny Taras)

It’s fine

(They’re fighting, now AjaxMaria has Odyss as well as Taras, and heshe is still Maria. Odyss has black-brunette hair when Father is ginger and Mother is blond. The pantry is empty because Father is passed out and Mother is gone. Fishing front the lake outside is the only consistent food they can get.)

It’s fine

(It’s either quiet or there’s shouting; AjaxMaria has bruises now, Taras is old enough, Odyss helps but he isn’t as tired as AjaxMaria or Taras and now they have Tonia.)

It’s fine

(Maria becomes Ajax as he falls and falls and falls and it’s dark and bright and the life in his eyes die and there are monsters and something asks if he wants to live and-)

It’s fine

(Skirk and the Abyss is the most of a parental figure Ajax has ever had and he is happy here as Calamity as the Devouring Deep but he knows he has to leave because how dare he just leave Taras and Odyss and Tonia-)

It’s fine

(It’s only been 3 days apparently and now they have Anthon who doesn’t have the same blue eyes as any of them and it’s crawling under his skin and it’s only for a few months until he can’t take it and blood runs under his hands-)

It’s fine

(He’s fucking sold to the Fatui and he knows the mora won’t go to his siblings and that’s what makes him angry but the Abyss is happy with the blood but Taras and Odyss and Tonia and Anthon oh he’s a horrid brother how could they ever love him-)

It’s fine

(There’s so much more blood on his hands, none of the other soldiers or agents like him and they call him feral a dog a monster as hydro is under his hands and suddenly there’s a delusion in his hands and the abyss is so hungry and he feels so empty-)

It’s fine

(Liuye is warmer and he can still on think of how horrid of a brother he is so he buys toys for new little Teucer and he wonders how Taras can still love him How Odyss still hugs him and Tonia is still fine with being his little princess and how Anthon doesn’t think he’s a monster. But to the Tsarista and the Abyss is TartagliaChilde sworn to so to Liyue he still stays and Ajax cries and-)

It’s fine

(He’s never gotten along with most of the Harbingers and that is the norm after all and Zhongli was never subtle in the first place, especially compared to his abyss but it still hurts and the reawakened abyss absolutely burns and oh hey little Teucer is here and he looks just like Odyss when he was younger [never like Maria or Ajax or Taras. Even then they were tired] and everything hurts and is empty and is so so gray)

It’s fine

(Signora dies and they’re all called back to cold and snow and he can’t feel anything the abyss is screeching and burning to where he says it isn’t the time for a fight and-)

It’s not fine.

The abyss burns. The Tsarista rages. The Harbingers scheme. Celestia watches.

Childe wants to run back to the Abyss, for all it is and how hostile it stays. It’s happiest and the most cared for he’s ever been and that’s saying something considering it’s actually Hell and he’d actually look like a monster but Skirk would ruffle his hair and actually care for him.

Ajax wants to run back to Taras and Odyss and Tonia and Anthon and Teucer because he might actually feel something even if it’s debilitating worry and stress but he gets to care and feel their love towards him even if he doesn’t deserve it cause he’s selfish.

Tartaglia doesn’t do or want anything because all it is a mix between a title and a mask that isn’t actually alive.

(He’d be a God in the Abyss. Calamity and Battle; Dreams and Stories. The Devouring Deep, something alive as much as it is a title, unlike Tartaglia. It would be so easy, and he would cause he’s selfish but he’s never one to break promises, much less to Taras or Odyss or Tonia, or the Celestial Archon of love and Cryo)

He stares at his own reflection, the mirror of a simple dress table in his Harbinger room. The room itself is painfully simple, as Pucinella has put it. It’s the room for Tartaglia, who is not a person. Why would it be decorated?

The Tsarista has called for all of them again, cause the politics of the Teyvat are reaching a high and it’s all so nuanced and fucking meaningless when he knows of the Abyss but can’t do anything.

It’s only half an hour to get ready for this stupid ball, and then another several hours of Tartaglia while the abyss burns inside only wanting to-

He breathes in. Out.

He puts on a fitting outfit, touches up on subtle make up and breathes in. Out.

He opens the door, puts on a dead smile like that’s his actual resting face like he’s done since Maria.

It’s fine.

#childe #tartaglia #genshin ajax #was going through animation memes and then remembered the it’sfinex20 one #so yeah #trans tartaglia #it’s 3am help #I have school #fuck #angst #tartagalia genshin impact #childe genshin impact #ajax genshin impact #Ajax is the oldest and trans #oldest to youngest it goes Ajax Taras Odyss Tonia Anthon and Teucer #Odyss is a half brother #same with Anthon #Taru’s parents are not healthy.#ones a cheater and another’s an alcoholic and both are neglectful #also yes Ajax did have to essentially be the parent so this guy has never had a childhood #get this guy therapy.#Also #God Childe?#Yes.#To the abyss specifically. I may or may not make him have an eldritch level of knowledge to the world #Celestia Teyvat and the Abyss included #love my little guy #not beta read #we die like Childe’s childhood #damn Irony. Nicknames Childe but never had a fuckin Childhood

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nobie · 9 months

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I can’t sleep 🧍

#it’s 3am help #ive been reading fics for 4 hours attempting to sleep #nobie does stuff

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marinas-gf · 1 year

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There is a freaking mouse in my room rn and our cat is searching for it help

#help #send help #please help #someone help #cat #there’s a freaking mouse in my room I don’t even wanna get out of bed in case of encountering it #it’s 3am help

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tradingjack · 1 month

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From the firmament above, a blood-red eye looks down upon us.

#entered a fugue state at 3am and when i woke up after sleeping 12hrs later i found this on my computer #probably didnt help i was listening to every devil-related soundtrack kensuke ushio has made lmao #vash the stampede #trigun #trimax #listen listen listen. i love me a good ol goofy pathetic loser #but lord. do i also love it so so much when that same loser turns Absolutely Fucking Terrifying #you really fucked around and now you're gonna find out #manga #illustration #artists on tumblr #drawing #my art #comic #fanart #fuck me up el diablo

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theriverbeyond · 8 months

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the true tragedy of Harrow the Ninth is Augustine thinking up the pun "Giddy-gone" (Gideon), but his only audience for that pun being a lobotamized nun physically incapable of processing it and some type of wet towel woman who has been magically forbidden from responding to it

#harrow the ninth #augustine the first #trb.txt #tlt thoughts #ive been awake since 3am help

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nevvn · 1 year

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solomama and lucipapa raising a pack of rowdy kids

#obey me #obey me fanart #omswd #obey me swd #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #art tag #fanart #prolly my last post before i get busy again jsjdkjsk #or maybe you guys can slide some doodle reqs to help me de-stress (and practice) 👀#wow it's already 3am i still need to study for our quiz later #and wake up early uueueu

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krismiss-cos · 1 year

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DPxDC idea thing

Now with AO3 post!

So picture this, the Justice League have just captured the new vigilante called Phantom. So far he has refused to talk to any JL members and seemingly vanished every time they tried to speak to him. After a particularly difficult battle Superman is finally able to put power restricting cuffs on Phantom and bring him to the Watchtower. Phantom has been silent since being subdued and looks like he's being walked to his execution.

Meanwhile, Red Hood has been brought in on an unrelated case and is speaking to a League member when he feels a kind of tugging in his chest. He starts walking in the direction he's being pulled and looks through the one way mirror looking into one of the interrogation rooms. He locks eyes with the green eyed boy and feels fire start burning in his chest as his brain screams protect king help. He's consumed with a feeling almost like the pit rage as he bursts through the door and makes a beeline to Danny. Batman starts to step in front of him but Jason throws him into the wall and undoes Danny's cuffs. Once Danny is free Jason blinks and looks around, feeling unbalanced now that the all consuming need to protect Phantom has subsided.

Danny is completely stunned as he looks at this leather clad mountain of a man that radiates safe protected friend. He's quickly snapped out of his shock as Superman enters the room and starts to grab Jason's shoulder. Danny's protective king instincts kick in as he darts between Supes and Jason, in a voice filled with static and cracking ice he says, "Don't touch my Knight."

#ghost king danny #dpxdc #justice league #danny phantom #batman #jason todd #jason is the new fright knight #please take this idea and RUN with it #please tag me if you write a fic based on this #please excuse any typos #I'm writing this at 3am #how do I tag #i'm new to tumblr #send help #danny and jason being super protective is my fav trope #revnant jason todd #Phantom's Red Knight

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thisisadonaldduckblognow · 11 months

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all the rise boys get done dirty on characterization by fandom in different ways i think. (not ALL the time every fanwork etc etc these are just like, trends i tend to notice?) every fandom suffers from losing character nuance.

- leo i’ve talked about plenty on this blog, how some of his canon traits (genuine belief in his skill and cockiness, capacity for joy, his manipulativeness whether for good or ill) seem to get watered down or wiped off the board and supplemented with generic sad boy. his struggles with purpose and identity and not wanting to fail somehow morph into “he hates and completely holds no value for himself”

- donnie’s canon personality gets blurred out and largely replaced with whatever list of Neurodivergent Traits. and i think there’s such a fine line to walk between exploring a character that’s been word of god confirmed as on the spectrum and overwriting what’s canonically there. it’s a hard needle to thread. it also feels like a lot of his canon emotiveness gets left off the table for some reason. bc he does have his moments of flat/deadpan delivery, but a lot of the time he’s honestly very emotive. he has the passion of a theatre kid and the vindictiveness of... also a theatre kid. and the mind of a scientist.

- raph loses so much of his rowdy teen boy energy it’s kind of wild? like interpretations sand off that he’s also impulsive and can be reckless and dumb and LOVES fighting and roughhousing and isn’t the most eloquent person. suddenly there’s this pitch perfect soft boy big bro who would never hurt a fly and always says the exact right supportive thing and singlehandedly raised his 3 brothers (which simultaneously sands off all the nuance of splinter’s issues emotionally connecting with his sons and how that affected all of them). and like i LOVE raph, he’s so full of love and care and anxiety, he clearly has learned to put a lot of work into being aware of his strength and size. but there’s a difference you know?

- mikey is like. where raph gets overparentified by fanon, mikey gets over “family therapist”-ed IMO. the impulsiveness, the goofiness, the powerful emotions including a VERY powerful temper, the flat-out dumb teen boy choices... they get ignored. suddenly there’s this only very sweet and earnest boy who has read a hundred psychology books and runs group family therapy weekly or something. he is crying in his room bc leo and raph are arguing about something. which is so. he IS very sweet and can be very earnest and is full of love! he HAS come in with his opinions and unsolicited advice a couple of times and life coached for the greater good. but there’s a difference between what he does in canon and the role he gets in fanon.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #idk this is not a very eloquent rundown its very hard to explain exactly my vibe #ig the long story short is i feel like a lot of their most interesting and fun qualities get left in the dust #mikey as family therapist is getting under my skin the most rn i think its just so.#for as much as it seems like his brothers try to shelter him (esp raph with his overprotectiveness)..... i just dont see it #i dont see his brothers and definitely not his dad putting their issues on him like that...#him dragging donnie into that one dr feelings session and dragging draxum into a new moral alignment were different #than 'yeah everyone tells mikey their stuff and he has to do the labor of helping with it'#like it just doesnt vibe for me #i think he is very emotionally OPEN on all levels compared to his family #i think he is more likely to share when HE struggles #i dont think raph or leo is sitting with him at 3am like 'it all started when i was 4 and accidentally broke a plate' or what have you idk #it's all so ymmv i do just scroll past stuff i dont vibe with i dont drop hate on it i just #idk dudes its so hard to see the appeal in some of the choices made

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bqnnabreado · 8 months

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#first post #3am doodles #was trying to sleep #but hes so pretty #i couldn't help it #drawing #freminet #fanart #genshin impact #genshin fanart

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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No Homo. Just committed to the bit.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #the ‘damn before marriage’ followed by a bridal hoist came to me in a vision at 3am #i scrapped the prev comic and remade it into what you see here #dont worry we will cover the fact lwj admits to knowing wwx is in mxy’s body #I’m sacrificing scenes for the sake of mirth & giggles & pacing #ok lets talk about being carried. because it carries so much weight (aha)#to be carried is to rely on other people. To force them into helping. To make them lose face #thats wwx main argument here! ‘don’t do this for me’. underneath: ‘I’m not worth the burden on your shoulders’#to which lwj says ‘come here and be a burden (literal: weight) in my arms’#wwx handles being picked up like a fussy cat. which is to say he complains going up and going down.#but is fully settles once *secure and held*#anyway! cant beleive lwj is doing all of this to get back at all that joke flirting wwx did 15 years ago #what a silly guy B*)

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

#been thinking about them lately #and i couldn't help myself #besides i haven't written anything in like . 5 days #i was actually going insane #anyways this is severely unedited and it's almost 3am and im fucking knackered #so im sorry if it doesn't make sense #but well i tried #and i had fun which is what matters etc #boxer james agenda

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