A Way To Move

A Way To Move

I'm still alive I just did this fun thing where I decided to independently curate + help run an entire art show the week before I start teaching

𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁, 𝚂𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂.

𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 . . .

( burned by : sonia . twenty 6 . mdni . graphic © )

i wish all american neurodivergent and/or noise-sensitive individuals a very I’m Sorry for the next 24 hours

“I’m the only one OUT of the loop it seems”

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

★ — It's been a little over a month since the sudden shift in Gregory's routine ; since he stopped coming home straight after school, claiming to be out with Tony and Cassie instead, since he started bringing his own groceries home with no sign of where the extra money to pay for them was coming from ( he doesn't steal —— as much, anymore ), since the tension he'd first carried out of the pizzaplex all those years ago had begun to seep back into his shoulders, a wary eye given to the shadows of their small apartment.

Michael had noticed. Of course he had, Gregory knew he had, but he'd clung to his lie, clung to his friends as an alibi. It was only a matter of time before his guardian called him out on it.

He can practically hear Cassie's I - told - you - so in the back of his head.

Panicked look towards Tony— who shrugs, raising his hands to signal that Gregory's on his own here, the asshole— before letting his gaze flicker back towards his guardian. Nope, can't do that. Unable to look Michael in the eyes, Gregory falls back into old defensive habits ; furrows his brows, frowns, looks deliberately off to the side, arms folded across his chest and shoulders curling inwards, making him seem smaller despite the fact that he's close to Michael's own height by now.

"Maybe! So what, it wasn't like you would've heard me out anyways!"

( behind Gregory, Tony raises a hand to his face in disbelief ).

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Send 👚 + an Item of clothing that my muse has no choice but to wear to see their reaction

★ — Can't help the snort that sounds, a little breathy half - laugh as he rolls his eyes with a fond, mischievous twinkle. As if showing her pick off to her, he spins around a couple of times, with his arms held loosely out to his side.

"It'd be kinda hard to lose me in the first place if I'm wearing something this bright. Sorta defeats the purpose?"