thinking about "quincy martin. philosophy major. the first time they kissed me, they cupped my face in their hands. gently, like i was something they thought could break. like a nestling they peeled off the ground. i didnt understand why. and then i discovered quincys body and mine fit. we moved in together in a summer so hot it felt like we stuck, kissing until we could melt slowly into the others skin. quincy makes breakfasts and i make dinners. i wake up earlier on tuesdays to pack them a lunch. we sleep with my head on his chest. and then i understood. if quincy is warm and precious and fragile, i am all these things as well. we are the twin chambers of a minnows heart. the first time they kissed me, it was easy. like unlocking a new part of my mind. like they'd been there all along." i might be sick
fav trope in media rn is when two homoerotic best friends have another mutual friend who they tend to use to make themselves look straight and deny feelings for the other person all the while their relationship crumbles to almost nothing because they either drifted apart or one of them died or both
very rushed adamandi fanweek art!!! vincent and ambrose as freshmen
(poem + concept art under the cut)
My friend likes fruit.
I'll offer him a spare orange I keep on me,
and he will jab his thumb into the peel,
leaving the flesh a jumbled mess.
My friend doesn't peel oranges the right way.
That was his words, his nails were too short cut to cut through the skin,
his hands not 'dainty' enough to separate the pieces,
he never did like things he couldn't do well.
My friend doesn't like the way the pulp stuck to his hands.
I wasn't ever opposed to getting my hands dirty,
so I'll peel my orange as best I can, letting the white stringy bits fall off with the exterior,
and he'll toss the scraps in the bin.
Since my friend likes fruit,
I'll cut the orange in two halves, one for him, one for me ---
it's hard for me to give my all for things,
though I'm trying to give my all for him.
Even though I cannot do much, I can still peel oranges.
The tips of my fingers can worm their way above the flesh without harming the fruit,
I can share half of my time, my routine, my life,
I can still be the person who peels your oranges.
something something there are no answers but who would i be if you had not been my friend something who would i be if i had not loved you how would i know what love is and whatnot