Ending It All - Tumblr Posts
curls
"this is a new look for you." chim clocks his curls on monday morning when he shows up to work. "did our prettyboy wake up late?"
buck smiles, sheepish. he'd taken a late shower saturday night and had woken up, hair all frizzy and curled, tommy's fingers running through them gentle, blunt nails lightly scratching his scalp. i like them, tommy had said. his morning voice was a low, chest-deep rumble, like the sound of coffee percolating. it's my favorite view to wake up to.
"nah," buck says. he almost put some pomade in his hair this morning, but tommy would have made a face at the tackiness between his fingers, would have messed it up anyway giving him a kiss out the door. grinned at the odd, slicked down angles of him drawn askew while buck fussed too much in the mirror again and made himself late. tommy liked him as-is. "just trying something different."
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crying again tonight because i dont have a man to hold me and play with my hair as i fall asleep
After a long day of working I go home and partake in bullying, and manipulating men online, and then go on tumblr
something about chester reading a case file where a woman lost her lover to a horrific flood she let in without thinking, and symbolic βmetaphoricalβ keys. something about jon describing his ability to Know as an entire ocean behind a door, and how he himself was the key to let it all flood in, losing himself and martin in the process.
Hi my little cuties. So Iβve decided this week I am not going to write as I have state testing coming up. So Iβm very sorry and love you allπ
