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youssefguedira · 18 days

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i dont know when ill get around to writing the larger fic this is part of but you know brain worms have this

Nicky offers to pick him up at the airport like it’s nothing, like it hasn’t been almost ten years since they saw each other, because he knows Joe hates planes and won’t want to try and navigate the two trains and two buses it’ll take to actually reach their hometown after the flight. And Joe doesn’t even try to protest, just texts him Thank you before he gets on the plane and then tries not to think about it for the entire flight. He fails.

When he arrives he’s exhausted, because it never really gets easier no matter how many times he does it. Moves through the airport like a zombie, operating mostly on muscle memory. He hasn’t been here in a long time. Still knows it well enough to navigate without really thinking about it.

His suitcase is one of the last to come through on the carousel, but it does come through, and then he’s walking to arrivals with his heart in his throat.

Nicky’s hanging back from the crowd, hands in his pockets. His hair is a little longer now, and at some point in the last decade he’s gotten his ears pierced, which Joe didn’t know. He’s wearing a dark green sweater and blue jeans. When he catches sight of Joe he smiles, small and restrained, straightens slightly.

“Hey,” he says as Joe gets closer, voice soft.

Joe has to swallow. “Hey,” he says hoarsely.

And he doesn’t even need to say anything else, because Nicky pulls him into a hug before Joe even has to ask, and Joe buries his face in Nicky’s neck and tries to breathe around the sob catching in his throat. One of Nicky’s hands comes up to cup the back of Joe’s neck, his thumb moving back and forth gently, and Joe is fragile enough that that gesture alone almost undoes him.

Nicky pulls back first. Smiles at Joe. “You look good,” he says.

Joe has to swallow before he trusts himself to speak. “You too.”

They linger just a moment longer, Nicky’s hand still on the back of Joe’s neck. Ten years ago, Joe would’ve kissed him; now there’s a gap neither of them quite know how to fill.

Finally, Nicky steps back fully, and Joe feels the loss of contact sharply. “We should go,” Nicky says. Joe nods, and follows him out of the terminal.

The car Nicky heads for is the same battered old thing he’s been driving since he got his licence. Joe wonders to himself how the car is even still going, and the look Nicky gives him tells him he knows exactly what Joe’s thinking.

It does something funny to Joe’s heart. He looks away, and gets in the car.

“I brought you something to eat,” Nicky says before he starts the car, reaching for the bag by Joe’s feet.

“You didn’t have to–” Joe begins, but Nicky cuts him off with a knowing almost-smile.

“You hate plane food,” Nicky says, “and it’s almost two, and the other option would be whatever we can find on the way. I thought you might prefer this to service station food.”

It makes Joe want to cry a little. “Nicky,” he says, and can’t manage anything else.

Nicky seems to understand. He pulls out what he had been looking for - a silver thermos, and a fork - and hands it to Joe. The contents are still warm when Joe opens it: pasta, warm and comforting.

“Good?” Nicky asks, watching him.

Joe nods. “Good.”

“Okay.” Nicky looks at him for a beat longer, then turns away and starts the car.

There’s a moment of delay before the CD player starts up, but when it does, Joe knows it from the opening note: he bought Nicky this CD from a thrift store the summer before he left for university, when they’d taken off for two weeks, just them and the car and the road. And there’s no chance that Nicky’s kept it in his car for ten years, but as they leave the airport and turn onto the motorway it makes it feel like they’ve done this a thousand times before, even though Nicky never picked him up from the airport when he came home, only met him at the station once or twice.

Joe finishes the pasta and tucks the thermos back in the bag. “Thank you,” he says, and it comes out a lot quieter than he means it to.

Nicky glances at him. “We’re still a few hours away, if you want to try and sleep. I will wake you when we’re almost there.”

Joe might protest under other circumstances, but the flight was long, and he doesn’t sleep well on planes anyway. So he takes off his scarf and folds it into a makeshift pillow before leaning back and closing his eyes. Nicky drums his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat, hums along with the tune, and Joe lets the sound of his voice and the tapping of the rain on the window wrap around him like a blanket, carrying him off to sleep.

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Joe wakes to Nicky shaking his shoulder gently. “We’ll be there soon,” he’s saying. The rain has stopped; the radio is on, now, chattering in the way in the background. They’ve left the motorway behind for a much narrower road. Joe has to blink a few times before he catches sight of a sign and realises what Nicky means.

He sits up. The position he’d been sleeping in hadn’t been great for his back or his neck, and he’ll probably regret it soon, but he’d slept a lot better than he might’ve expected.

Being back always makes the rest of his life feel like a dream, like he’d never left at all. When the sign for their town passes Joe sits up, panic coiling in his stomach. He’s had days to prepare himself and still isn’t ready.

“Wait,” he says when they turn a corner two streets away from Joe’s parents’ house, “Nicky. Wait.”

“What?” Nicky asks. He doesn’t stop, but he does slow down.

“I can’t– I can’t do this.”

Now Nicky does stop, pulling into a lay-by. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, I just. Not yet. I need time.”

Nicky looks at him for a long moment. “When are they expecting you?”

“I didn’t give an exact time. Just sometime this afternoon.” He’d told his sister Nicky was coming to get him over the phone; she hadn’t said anything, but the silence had been enough.

Nicky doesn’t say anything, but he’s got the look on his face that means he’s thinking.

“I’ll be okay by myself,” Joe says then. “If you need to work.”

Nicky shakes his head. “I have today off.” And then, before Joe can really think about that, he turns the car around and heads back the way they came. This time, he recognises the path Nicky’s taking almost immediately, turning away from the area Joe’s parents live in and towards the outskirts of town, where it starts to become mostly farmland.

“I can park the car by my uncle’s house,” Nicky says, glancing at Joe. “Then we can go from there.”

Joe doesn’t need to ask where; they’ve walked the same route so many times he could probably do it in his sleep.

The sheep are out in the fields by Nicky’s uncle’s house, but he doesn’t see any of the lambs yet, though they must be coming soon. Nicky’s uncle let Joe try and help with lambing once, up until the point where Joe saw what exactly that entailed, and immediately lost his nerve. But he’d still let him help Nicky feed them every year.

There’s a little paved yard outside the farmhouse, where Nicky parks the car before grabbing the bag that had been by Joe’s feet. “I’m going to drop these off,” Nicky says. “You can come in, if you want?”

Nicky’s aunt and uncle have always been kind to Joe, but they will inevitably ask about his father, and Joe cannot quite bring himself to talk about that, not yet.

“I’ll wait,” Joe says.

It’s a few minutes before Nicky reappears, this time without the bag, but carrying a different thermos. He smiles apologetically as he jogs over. “I didn’t mean to make you wait long,” Nicky says. “But you know how they are.”

All Joe can do is nod. Nicky sets off down the path towards the woods that border the farm and Joe falls into step beside him. They don’t talk much on the way there, but they don’t need to: the silence is comfortable enough.

It’ll be spring soon. It’s cold but not cold enough to be uncomfortable, and the snowdrops are in full bloom, bright shards of white in the grass. The rain has stopped, but the smell of it still hangs in the air. They must’ve spent hours walking this path, enough that Joe doesn’t really need to look to know exactly where Nicky’s going.

This part of the river is just secluded enough that he can’t hear cars passing by anymore. The bench by the path is still there, though at some point they’ve built a shelter over it, which probably leaks but has kept it dry even after the rain. Nicky makes for it immediately.

If he looked at the back of the third slat from the left he’d find their names carved into the wood, side by side. Joe very deliberately doesn’t look.

Nicky sits down. Nods to the space beside him. When Joe joins him, he holds out the thermos.

“Tea,” Nicky says. “If you want.”

How many times have they done exactly this, over the years? In summer, they’d wade into the river; in winter, Joe always wanted to try skating on it, but the ice was never quite thick enough. Every time Nicky got into a fight with his father, every time Joe couldn’t bear to be in the house one second longer, they’d come here.

Joe gives into memory and rests his head on Nicky’s shoulder. Nicky brings one arm up to hold him close, hand on Joe’s upper arm.

Joe closes his eyes, listens to the birds, listens to Nicky’s breathing.

Nicky says, “When is the funeral?”

“Thursday,” Joe says. He doesn’t want to think about this, doesn’t want to think about the last conversation he had with his father, doesn’t want to imagine walking into his parents’ house and finding him gone. Of all people, Nicky will understand. It’s what brought them together when they were younger: being the only two students in their class who spoke English as a second language, and difficult fathers.

Silence falls between them, and Nicky doesn’t let him go, and Joe’s missed him, more than he really knew. He’d tried to stay in touch, and they had, for the most part, but it’s not the same as having Nicky beside him again.

Joe doesn’t think there’s anyone in this world who knows him the way Nicky does.

He doesn’t know why he says it, but they haven’t talked about it, and it feels like something they should, if only so Joe can lay this all to rest.

Joe opens his eyes. “You, uh. You seeing anyone?”

Nicky doesn’t pull away, but Joe feels the way he goes still, tense. Slowly, softly, he says, “I don’t think this is the right time, Joe.”

“Is there ever a right time?” Joe asks, half-joking.

Nicky doesn’t laugh.

Joe clears his throat. “I’m not. So.”

Nicky exhales slowly, like he’s steadying himself. His thumb moves back and forth, back and forth where it’s resting on Joe’s arm, catching on the fabric of his coat. “Me neither.”

Joe’s not sure if that’s better or worse than if Nicky had said he’d found someone. If he had, perhaps Joe could put to rest the little part of him that will always be in love with Nicky. Not get rid of it entirely, but fold it away in a little corner of his heart and leave it there. This, though – this is possibility he doesn’t know what to do with.

“How long are you here?” Nicky asks quietly, moving his hand up to run his fingers through Joe’s hair, like he used to whenever Joe needed something to keep him grounded.

“I got two weeks off work,” Joe says. “After that I don’t know.”

Two weeks feels monumentally long and yet vanishingly short at the same time. And after?

They don’t talk about much after that. Small talk, more than anything else: Nicky’s still living in the same apartment, still working the same job, but Joe knows he loves it from the tone of his voice when he talks about the shelves he built for his most recent client, how he’s starting to make more of his own stuff, how his boss has been talking about retiring and leaving the whole business to Nicky. Joe could listen to him talk about it for hours. Maybe he does.

It settles the frantic thing that had woken in his chest when they crossed the town line, and eventually, Joe says, “I think I’m ready.”

Nicky turns his head inwards and kisses the top of Joe’s head. Lingers there for a moment. It isn’t anything; it doesn’t have to be anything.

“Okay,” Nicky says. “Okay.”

The walk back to the farm is largely silent, just as the walk there had been, passing the thermos of tea back and forth between them. They get back in the car, and Nicky drives them back to Joe’s parents’ house.

Nicky pulls up on the curb outside the house. “Call me, if you need anything. Or just– call me.”

“I will,” Joe promises. He has two weeks; he’s not going to waste them. They haven’t been in the same timezone in a long, long time.

Nicky smiles, small and hopeful, and there’s nothing really to say, after that.

Joe gets out of the car, and prepares to face his family.

#neon writes #the old guard #kaysanova #the setting and language of this one is deliberately deeply vague i don't know where it is the point is the Vibe #i call this one someone took le otto montagne 2022 a bit too personally! this is the first 'section' of this fic #there's a second part after a little time jump (not more than a year) which is what i like to call the past lives segment of this fic #anyway. enjoy #userlyde #userlinax #OH ALSO. the song is amore che vieni amore che vai #not for thematic reasons it's just the first track of ostinata e contraria #and its funny to me

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tonbane · 1 year

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Ganlink 8 for the kiss prompt, requested by my dear @gay-and-bitter !

It inevitably reminded me of “A kiss for good luck” by @woulduknowmore which i had already drawn fanart of, but her writing is so good I simply can’t stop. (I’m so embarassed to tag you so often AGH SORRY)

#ganlink #tloz #loz #link #ganon #ganondorf #rehydrated ganon #hydrated ganon #botw link #gerudo outfit #gerudo vai #gerudo vai set #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #ganlink fluff #tonbane #prompt #zelda memes #yeah

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i-donthaveanygoodidea · 1 year

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My once in a while tloz botw fanart

Yeah I love gerudo vai link

Close-up because why not

#tloz #tloz botw #the legend of zelda #link #botw link #gerudo #gerudo vai #gerudo vai set #gerudo vai outfit #tloz breath of the wild #drawing #fanart #illustration

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chaos-cousins · 10 months

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Fun fact about Ren!

He doesn't just have ONE cross dressing outfit, he has two!

[A picture is embedded. Ren is in a desert, wearing a black cloth head covering, fastened in place by a small veil covering the lower half of the face. Though his mouth is covered, you can tell he's smiling.

Revealing his slightly muscular build is a green cropped halter top, fastened in place by a gold neck piece, with a ruffled black trim at the bottom. He wears a small beaded cord as a sash.

On his arms are sleeves made of black fabric, held up by golden bands at the biceps and wrists, extending slightly to cover the backs of his hands.

His black low-slung loose capris extend just below the knee and have muted red, gold, and green beadwork at the waist.]

He can pull off a midriff really well, don't you think?

#pokeblogging #rotomblr #//ooc its the gerudo vai set from botw but dyed black

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year

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I know Tears of the Kingdom is coming out in a few days but I am putting this energy out there in hopes it comes true:

Let Link have a Gerudo disguise that is actually upgradable armor so that I can wear it 24/7 without getting absolutely wrecked by every enemy in the vicinity of my ass.

#it drives me insane that you can't get that as an armor set #like yeah yeah you can buy the voe armor from the secret shop #but fuck you i want the vai armor!!

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aikoiya · 9 months

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LoZ: BotW & TotK - My Thoughts on the Gerudo Vai Set

I've noticed that a lot of people have been upset over the absence of the Gerudo Vai Set even though there would've been really no point in having it in the game.

For one, Nintendo has pretty consistently been a non-political company as far as I've seen & putting that outfit in the game without there being a genuine reason like the last one, would've been leaning too far to one side. Which, I can actually appreciate.

Also keep in mind that Japan is generally a pretty conservative country, so it's more likely that the outfit was put in more as a joke than an actual statement. Kinda like how Bugs Bunny would dress in drag for a laugh. It'd also make sense if the Gerudo Vai Set just wasn't a priority in that case.

At the same time, I'm suddenly reminded of Twilight Princess where you couldn't transform back & forth between wolf & Hylian in front of people because it would've freaked them out.

I kinda wish that there was a thing like that in BotW where the game would literally stop Link from changing clothes within Gerudo eyesight because, if he did, logically they would realize that he was a voe, have him blacklisted, & bar him from entry even if he wore the Gerudo Vai Set again later. It could also result in stricter entry investigations. Though, I do think that as a result of last game, those stricter entry investigations would still be introduced, which, in itself, could be precisely why the crossdressing Vai Set seller is no longer there & you can't get the Gerudo Vai Set in this game to begin with.

I guess I just never, personally, really cared about the Gerudo Vai Set. It had, like, no armor, couldn't be upgraded so no set bonus, & was purely put there for what felt like a crossdressing joke, which I never really thought was funny to begin with. Plus, I've just never given a shit about crossdressing in-general, so I really just saw it more as a means to an end.

That isn't to say that I didn't appreciate it. Despite being a joke, they gave a good enough reason for it's existence & very little alternative. All things considered, crossdressing was, indeed, the most practical & straightforward solution to the problem as it was given, that would also be interesting as far as gameplay. I mean, I'm sure that Link could've requested an audience with Riju outside of town, but given the fact that Riju was still below the age of 18, so as per Gerudo tradition, it's not very likely that she would've done so.

Add to that the fact that I see Link as being a masculine male (not like uber-chad masculine, but more so regular guy masculine) & the sort who will crossdress in a heartbeat if he has to, but if he has the option not to, then he simply won't, because it just isn't his personal style. As a result, I tended to instinctively gravitate more towards the Desert Voe Set anyway.

I also like the new armors they put in. The Frostbite Set I don't mind as it's androgynous enough that if a woman wears it, it looks feminine, but if a man wears it, it just looks androgynous which I honestly prefer on Link anyway in lieu of a more masculine option. As opposed to the Gerudo Vai Set, which is very explicitly fem-coded.

I mean, I would've preferred something more obviously masculine & possibly even Nordic in style, but that's just me.

Actually, I'd have really liked a Nordic Frostbite Set design.

LoZ Wild Masterlist

LoZ Cultural Masterlist

#loz #botw #totk #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #loz wild series #gerudo vai set

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mx-legend-of-faye · 2 months

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So it’s no secret I love all the outfits available in totk, absolutely I adore them and have so much fun gathering all the outfits I can for Link

However

I do wish totk still had the vai outfit from botw

#tears of the kingdom #loz totk #i miss the vai outfit guys idk what else to say #i love all the new sets in totk #don’t get me wrong #they’re amazing #i love my silly little fashion shows i can have #but please #i can’t be the only one #right guys????

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redwoodrroad · 9 months

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gray can i just say i fuckin love how you've become my shining light on vintage content on my dash like youre feeding my gothic spirit

happy to provide 💖 it’s all because i love old men, please feel free to peruse the vintage-emblazoned tags of mine such as “peter cushing” filled with photos of 50s-70s movie star peter cushing, or perhaps you might try my “vincent price” tag filled with photos of the goth queen himself, or might you try my oc tag “roman tag” filled with insane woman moments and frequent photos of the aforementioned peter cushing, or perhaps you might like to see my “kirin tag” filled with photos of frogs and occasional vintage aesthetic paired with bloodthirsty homosexual hysteria, also often found in the previously mentioned tag as well as my “farric tag” tag, or maybe you might like—

#-is yanked off the stage by a long wooden cane-#im glad you enjoy my silly reblogs 💖#highly highly highly recommend watching sunset boulevard if you havent seen it btw #and if you have seen it—go watch it again :)#and watch peter cushing movies theyre full to the brim of edwardian and victorian settings and aesthetics #even the movies that were made in modern settings (modern for their time) feel so much older #and not just because of them being literally old but because peter cushing and so many of his peers had these older sounding voices #and the way they carries themselves feels so much older #vincent price and christopher lee were the same way #hmu if you ever want specific recs for movies i love 💖#vai-ish #redwoods words

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this-is-a-name-dont-worry · 11 months

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fuck it, hero corp au

Pour ceux qui connaissent pas Hero Corp: prenez ça essentiellement comme un super hero au, le truc à savoir ici c'est que HeroCorp est une organisation gérant des super-héros, leur donnant un salaire, des missions, et protection après qu'ils aient pris leur retraite ("protection" voulant dire "mise au placard"). Aussi le QG d'Hero Corp est basé à Montréal.

AU Infos!!!

Los Santos est une ville fictive inventée par Hero Corp, utilisée pour identifier qui appartient à Hero Corp/possède du savoir sur Hero Corp. Elle n'a pas de position géographique réelle

LSPD: Groupement temporaire de super-héros d'Hero Corp sous couverture, prétendant être des policiers venus de Los Santos pour des vacances. Les plus récentes additions ne sont pas au courant de la fausse raison de leur présence, ce qui fait que des raisons contradictoires sont données, ce qui n'aide pas des masses leur couverture. En mission pour stopper deux gangs de super-vilains.

LSMS: Branche médicale d'Hero Corp qui existe depuis sa création, elle possède très peu de membres, car tout le monde veut jouer aux super-héros plutôt qu'au médecin. Non seulement ça, mais très rapidement l'existence de cette branche est oubliée, ayant été créée à la dernière minute pour pouvoir approuver l'existence d'Hero Corp. La majorité des employés ignorent qu'ils ont des soins gratuits. Le directeur a récemment décidé de rendre le LSMS plus proactif pour rappeler son existence.

Vagos et Families: Les deux gangs de super-vilains terrorisant Montréal depuis peu; le LSPD est censé les arrêter avant qu'ils ne s'en prennent aux civils, cependant ils sont tellement occupés à s'affronter l'un l'autre qu'au final les civils sont très peu atteints, et les deux gangs se sabotent mutuellement.

Les Pichon: Une famille avec des pouvoirs qui ne veut pas s'aligner avec Hero Corp pour diverses raisons.

La bande à Cox: Groupe de super-vilains récemment créé, ils essayent de se faire un nom mais sont ultra incompétents.

Mon Torez: Une petite entreprise récente qui vend divers services, notamment de négociations. L'entreprise vend aussi du vin produit par l'un des deux patrons. Étrangement, si on regarde qui est propriétaire du bâtiment de l'entreprise pourtant dite indépendante, on peut voir qu'il appartient à Hero Corp.

#rpz #j'ai hésité à garder le setting dans los santos mais je me suis dit que ça serait juste 'rpz mais ils ont aussi des pouvoirs'#et j'avais un peu envie de jouer avec le crossover #j'ai pas vraiment tout encore je veux bien qu'on me rappelle quels sont les différents 'groupes' dans rpz car j'en ai sûrement manqué #pour la partie persos individuels euh.#j'ai déjà quelques idées mais je vais sans foute devoir lire les histoires des personnages si je veux tous les faire #EN VRAI #si vous voulez vous pouvez envoyer des asks au sujet de l'au ça serait cool en fait #hero corp #herpz corp #<- nom d'au parfait #le dico de mon téléphone propose d'écrire herpz 'herpès' </3 #gta rpz #gtarpz

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