The Batcave, but gayer
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Thread Topic: The Batcave, but gayer
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s--- SORRY LOL I WASN'T REFRESHING THE PAGE
as for your question, the girl and I are still VERY close but like. i've thought about it a lot and I'm not attracted to her, romantically. if a situation arose between us in which we were both curious about each other sexually, i'm not saying i wouldn't fool around bc she's my best friend and hey i'll try anything once. but i don't have a burning desire to do so.
as for the boy, he got into some trouble and was moved into a foster home a few towns away. she had to stop talking to him because he was.. just not good for her, ig. but like. her and i have talked a lot about that night and yeah we could have hooked up but in the end im glad my high-induced anxiety kept me from doing that, lol -
remember when Noah's best friend beat his skull in with his skateboard
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Ok.
I was curious because the three of you sounded really into each other.
Friendships probably better. It last longer and its stronger. -
Gansey: Do you have a map? Im getting lost in your eyes
Blue: Damn, you make me want to knit both of us matching sweaters
Adam: Are you my appendix? Because I have no idea how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
Ronan: I actually dont hate you. Congrats
Kavinsky: Do you have a name or should I just call you mine?
Cheng: If Internet Explorer is brave enough to ask you to be your default browser, Im brave enough to ask you out!
Noah: Did you die recently? Cause girl, you look like an angel to me.
Declan: Im sorry, I dont think weve met. I wouldnt forget a pretty face like that
Matthew: Do you like Starbucks? Cause I like you a-latte *laughs* -
gansey: pardon me
adam: pardon me ma'am
noah: excuse me miss
ronan: move im gay -
"trc characters as things people at my school have said
blue: he has a trump sticker! ram him!
gansey: hey remember when i almost died on multiple occasions? good times
adam: i'm not driving the struggle bus. i'm driving the struggle camper.
ronan: *listening to irish music, comes to a slow song* this one isn't lit. *skips to faster song* this one is
noah: i'm made of vanilla, cinnamon, and dead bodies.
henry: what's your favorite position in bed *answering his own question* right next to the wall so i can charge my phone
bonus! kavinsky: it's alright, i wanted to burn stuff too." -
sometimes i'm like my favorite character is adam because he has anger issues but he's still portrayed as a good guy, even if he does bad things because of his tamper sometimes. also he is super independent and i'm SO SICK of abuse victims in stories/movies being like "ahhh i need someone to heal me" because adam straight up says f--- that, i can take care of myself. but he can't sometimes, and the process of him learning how to depend on and trust others while still being a strong person is honestly beautiful and the best portrayal of complex recovery i have ever seen
and then sometimes i'm like, you know what, i love noah, he's my favorite. because he's so good. he's so innocent and such a trusting friend to literally everyone. he's a ghost, he doesn't sleep, so he knows EVERYONES secrets. ronan being gay. blue and gangsey being together. adam's stuff... and, Noah kept it all for them, while being there for each of them individually, and like yeah he's a great friend but that's like three precent of why i love him. because listen. he's been dead for seven years. his best friend beat his skull in with a skateboard. and like, he's NOT OKAY with being a ghost. you can tell by all the little things he says, but... he doesn't let that stop him from being part of things.
but also, RONAN. Okay, so he's got a loooot of really unhealthy habits, but i've never seen such a complex and in-depth character. like. he's SO caring about his friends, he payed for adam's rent so that he could keep going to school but didn't tell adam bc adam would have told him no, he got him hand lotion... and he's SUCH a nice change from the flamboyant/hard core rocker boy we get a lot with gay guys. it's always one or the other, but ronan is so much more than just that. he loves farming and animals and his bond with blue is so dramatically different than what she has with everyone else, and it's just....... he's so good -
Nick, the fetish guy
(Sorry, future me. Not explaining this one for you!)
?????????? ANDI WHY -
"Fireflies or lightning bugs?"
Rosemary starts when someone sits beside her, crunching and shifting the sand under their bottom as they get comfortable. Her hand is reaching for a sword hilt that isn't even there before he's even opened his mouth to speak, and even the knowledge that she knows this voice, she is still unsettled by the fact that, despite being able to feel the heat coming off of him, Elroy is invisible next to her.
To rephrase: It is too dark for her to see him. There is no moon tonight, and the thick blanket of clouds above them blot out the stars, promising a morning rain to the world. At her feet, the lake rolls itself out, tickling her bare toes before rushing back, gulping and bubbling the way that lakes do. Her friend, Aveni, says that water has its own language that man isn't patient enough to understand.
Rosemary has spent many, many hours sitting on the shoreline, listening, and has found that the water must not want to speak to her in particular.
The only sounds other than the water is the rough noise of her brushing caked sand off her thighs and calves, where it stuck itself after she swam. Other than her hair, the towel around her shoulders has dried the majority of her body. The shirt she wears belongs to Vernon, and it peeks where her chest rises a bit, barely coming to her thigh. He's not, or wasn't, much taller than her. Under it, she is naked, which doesn't say much about Rosemary, as she always feels naked without her sword. It sits on the other side of her, on top of her pants and underclothes, and she could reach it easily.
But, her guest, though unexpected, is only Elroy. Which is to say that her sword wouldn't do much good with him anyways, so it's lucky that she doesn't need it. She pulls the towel tighter around herself and watches as one of the before mentioned bugs bumps against the glass of the mason jar sitting above her. It's lid has holes poked in it, but she doesn't plan to take them home. In fact, she isn't watching the ones in captivity at all. Eyes following a blinking light skimming across the water, she leans back and breaths, heart finally slowed to a normal pace.
"Lightning bugs," She admits after a moment. "When I was a baby, I had a.. What are those things called, the ones that go over cribs?"
"The things that spin, to calm babies down? A mobile," He offers, as one of the lightning bugs/fireflies blinks its way between them, momentarily illuminating half of his face. In that single second, it doesn't feel odd for it to be next to her, even if it is her and Vernon's beach, even if it has always been their beach, and even if she doesn't know why or how he knows about it, and what brought him.
In that second, it feels right.
The water gurgles, sweeping cool over her toes. She comes back to herself.
"Right," Rosemary continues, "I had a mobile with stars and s--- above my crib, and in the middle was a lightning bug. Not a real one, you know."
She pauses, gives him a second to respond. Vernon would have cut it with something like, "Obviously," or maybe one of his now-it-all-scoffs. Elroy doesn't say anything, just shifts a bit closer to the jar and, by extension, her.
"It was made of crystal. Really pretty. Had a little enchanted light in the middle that changed colors, threw them all over the room. I still have it, somewhere, and I had meant to put it over Jude's crib, but I completely forgot about it. Anyways, it was made by a company called Lightning Bug. The box it came in had the fancy logo and everything. They make, you know, lighting fixtures that are lightning bug themed," She finishes finally, a blush ghosting its way onto her cheeks as she realizes exactly how long she's been talking.
Two lightning bugs/fireflies dance over their heads, lazily circling each other. They're fat and slow, casting long trails of light onto Elroy's face. She realizes that she's been staring right at him this whole time, though unable to see him.
She can see him now.
He looks a bit like art: All harsh light and soft shadow, eyelashes casting odd lines across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. The silence fits the illusion his surroundings create, and he's gorgeous in the way that Rosemary has always noticed but never paid attention to.
For all their similar traits, he and Vernon and like two opposite phases of the moon. And, suddenly, Elroy isn't the new moon, missing from the sky like the one tonight.
He is the full moon, all of it, bold and glorious and something otherworldly. He has an orbit of his own, suddenly.
Rosemary doesn't realize she's crying until a tear falls onto her hand, and she snatches it back like she's been burned. Although she's never been very good at reading people outside of telling if they're lying or not, it's obvious that Elroy had, too, been lost in his own thoughts, because he jumps back a little, and both their hands go to their swords. His is the first to come away from its hilt, as he takes her hand and studies it, looking for a wound, or burn, or bite mark.
She holds her breath while he brushes a finger over the freckles on the inside of her wrist, as he examines her callouses and scars, both new and healed, and takes longer than he probably needs since she's obviously fine.
It feels, oddly, like the most intimate encounter she has ever had with another person. A shiver runs down her spine as his nails trace feather-gentle over her knuckles. He slips his fingers between hers and looks up, face composed and lips parted slightly. She wishes she knew exactly what was on his mind, wishes he were an open book inside of a locked safe.
She, too, is a locked safe. But her combination is written boldly and left out for anyone to see, and she knows he is unlocking her, knows the exact moment when he pulls the door open.
It's his lips against hers, brief, and he tastes like salt, a bit like the smell of newly-cut-grass, and something else that she might describe as distinctly Elroy if it weren't her first time kissing him. She doesn't recall who leaned forward or if they both did, and she hadn't realized that he had had been crying, too. Or maybe it was her own tears, or maybe her hair on his face, sticky and wet and in the way.
It was also his other hand on the small of her back, hardly there at all, like a reminder that this could have been hers, maybe should have been hers, and would never be hers.
Perhaps it's when he pulls away but stays close enough to see, blinking in both confusion and understanding, like he just learned the answer to a riddle.
'They're fireflies," He says after a long while. They're still holding hands but both their physical and mental distance has once again increased, and though the kiss still burns avidly in the back of her mind, Rosemary has already begun to convince herself that she imagined it. That Vernon will be back tomorrow, loud and laughing, all saliva and tongue, and the hands-on-love that she misses so, so much.
But, for now and for tonight, she has fireflies.
And, they're pretty beautiful on their own. -
ADAM PARRISH DESERVES LOVE
RONAN LYNCH DESERVES LOVE
RICHARD GANSEY DESERVES LOVE
BLUE SERGEANT DESERVES LOVE
Noah Czerny deserves to be alive. -
WORLD BUILDING QUESTIONS:
A. How does this world differ physically from earth? Is it the same size (same density, same gravity) [x]
B. same ratio of land/water, same atmosphere, etc.?
C. Does it have more than one sun or moon?
D. Rings?
E. Are there spectacular constellations/comets, etc. visible at night or by day?
Answers:
A. The planet is much larger than earth, but also much less dense. Because these two things (conveniently) cancel out, and the mass is about the same, the gravitational pull on the planet is the same.
B. The land and water are about 45/55 respectively. There are six major continents and several island chains. Atmosphere is the same as Earth's.
C. One sun, and three moon. The largest moon has two that orbit it. All three of them are only visible at select times.
D. No.
E. The stars are gorgeous. Much more visible than here. There are six main formations. -
Solstice
Sparrow
Cephas
Halcyon
Pembroke
Seton
Avisa
Moselle -
Marina Avisa Moselle
"OCEAN OCEAN OCEAN"
My asexual water witch is a dream -
Serai isn't an alcoholic and he likes pretty things
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I just want Serai and Charlie to dance to the instrumentals of Venus..
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