There was no one home to see him go to town on the pile of leaves he managed to rake up only fifteen minutes prior. Oh, sure.  He stood there debating if he was going to do the thing or not while he finished what was left of his warm, spiced apple cider.  Maybe that was what pushed him over the edge and he entered why not territory.  Sugar rush much?  Freeing both hands by setting the Dalton emblemed thermos down on a wrought iron bench in the yard, the youngest Anderson tossed one glance over his shoulder.  Seeing no one?  His hands hit the ground on the very edge of the pile and a handstand later, his feet stayed in the air for a shift of weight from one hand to the next that brought him right over the heap of red, yellow, brown and orange.  

Gravity took care of the rest as he let himself fall into the smell of fall and the soft but crunchy bed of leaves sending them into the air, off to his sides, swallowing him up as he sank.  Bright cackles rolled out of him as he laid there laughing, kicking his feet to make the smell even more of a delicacy to savor.  It wasn’t until he heard someone clear their throat that he bolted into a sitting upright position, round eyes stared at Cooper on the patio.  He let Squirt slide..  “I…am one with the leaves,” but he blinked a second later and let himself fall backwards with a crackling thud.  A gloved hand rose up, fingers stretched towards Cooper and grabbed at the air. “Fine!  We’ll go get coffee.  Help me up?”  Grab, grab, wriggle..devious smile hidden from view thanks to an arch of his neck.  Go on.  Help him up, Cooper.   

@theindieflash ; continued from here.

CHARACTER ARCHETYPES!

41% PERFORMER

Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.

32% CAREGIVER

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

27% CREATOR

The Creative appreciates all beautiful things, in art and daily life. The creative act is essential to who they are. 

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TAGGING: you!  you!  right there.  that’s who! // anyone who wants to give it a go!

elliott.

Preemptive smooches Elliott was ALL to happy to return, taking his time with a distinct casualness of someone who had nowhere to be. No stresses, for the moment at least, just a gleeful content and a man he loved tight in his arms. 

How anyone could think their love was wrong, when it made him feel like THIS, Elliott had no idea. 

“Good to me.” Hopefully good all around, if Elliott got his way. 

His Mom was an absolute DOLL, so he felt fairly confident that, yes, Good was indeed going to be the word for all of this. 

“See, what I wanted to ask, and I’m hoping you’ll say YES,” He’s bridging the question carefully, trying not to force a yes, without at all implying he wanted anything but, swaying them from side to side as is creating CALMNESS in the rocking sensation. 

“My Mom – she wants to have a proper family dinner. Just the three of us, all fancy and proper, so she can meet you. I was gonna drive down Tuesday night, if you wanna?” 

He pulls back, waiting with baited breath for a yes or a no, hoping deeply not just that Blaine will come, but that it will all go smoothly. 

Blaine felt safe.  Content to linger right where he was, humming between kisses and sharing a moment of complete downtime with the perfect person to enjoy it against.  Watching Elliott turn careful right after that sort of warm-up?  How could he not be curiouser and curiouser?  Enough that he lifted his head from Elliott’s chest and tossed him a burrowed brow nudge to continue.

Okay, that was the sweetest dinner with Mom proposal ever and the laugh that left him was light as air.  Both arms shifted, up over Elliott’s shoulders where he held onto his wrists for steadiness before lifting up and pressing a kiss to the corner of Elliott’s lips.

“I’d love to meet her.  She sounds so sweet on the phone and I think it’s more than adorable the way you light up when you talk about her.”

Though a little bit of unsurety creeps in and he bites into his bottom lip pondering if he should say what’s on his mind.  Then knows Elliott wouldn’t want it any other way.  “You’re sure she’s going to like me, right?”  

He paused, looking for the right words.  “It’s been a while since the whole first meeting of a parent thing,” and just for a moment his voice goes quiet before picking back up, “I want to make sure I don’t mess it up.”

freaksbloom‌.

                    he finds the other boy’s energy contagious, and billy’s smile transformed into a full blown grin. “you’re not scaring me off. believe me, at my old school the drama kids were like ANIMALS. honestly, sweet as sugar until two days before opening night when everyone is trying to push each other down the stairs to get the lead.” he’s kidding. mostly. ( a joke based on a true story, perhaps. and billy thought HE was a drama queen ). billy leaned forward, breaking off a smaller piece of the offered cookie for himself. “i am free tomorrow, as it happens. what should i prepare? is there anything i need to bring? maybe a sketchpad just incase i’m struck with inspiration watching you guys.” his smile grows wider with each thought as they leave his mouth in quick succesion. “ok. fill me in, what is your SHOW so far?” 

Okay!  Great!  He hadn’t just shot himself in the foot by opening his mouth and saying too much to someone he was trying to convince into giving them a shot and helping them out.  They needed his talent and his eye and Kurt was overwhelmed enough as it was.  Speaking of which?  He should probably bring it up that he might’ve gone over his head with this but that was a conversation they could have at another time.  “A sketchpad is a great idea.  Do you have one?  We could take a walk to the art supply store by the Lima Bean after class if you need to?  I could pick you up one as a thank you present?  Then we could get coffee.  Not that I’m trying to bribe you.  I mean it’s a done deal but a thanks would is the polite thing to do.”  Oh!  Right!  Billy probably needed to know what he was even working on first.  “West Side Story.  Think you can work with the era?”  And with that–Blaine popped the last of the cookie into his mouth quirking up both brows for Billy’s thoughts.

kenny.

“a drink sounds great – thank you. it’s nice to meet you too,” kenny gave him a smile, hoping he would remember the offer by the end of his shift. he accepted the handshake, as he did not want to potentially appear rude, but made sure it didn’t last… too long. it was only natural instinct by now, and he simply hoped that blaine would not pick up on it.

he thought about his question for a minute or so. this town was rather boring, he could admit, but to him, it was a comfort after so many years of moving… he just wished that he had done more here than work and sit around in his apartment most of the time so he could give a better answer.

“what there is to do? honestly… not too much,” he laughed for a moment. “it’s a small place – there’s the bar, of course, and there’s a nice diner down the road that makes good milkshakes. sometimes, the library does stuff on weekends – but i’m not too sure what, i’ve never been inside. if you like shopping… we don’t have too much, besides like, the regular stuff – and a few family-owned businesses that make candles and stuff, if you like those places.”

Blaine shook Kenny’s hand not seeming to notice much judging by the smile still written on his face when his fingers drifted back to the drink he only just began sipping away at. Another swallow and a brow lifted up.  This time his teeth were bared from the ear to ear grin and he couldn’t help huffing out a light chortle.  “Feels like I went full circle then.  I grew up in Ohio.  Our town had about as much going on as this one.  Even the bar sort of looks the same.”  

Unless you drove out of the city limits and found the one single gay bar between two towns a couple hours apart?  This place looked like every bar in Little Town, USA.  At least the company seemed pleasant enough?  And it beat sitting back in his little hotel room alone with limited cable and barely any internet speed. 

“Maybe I’ll try the diner for breakfast in the morning? As long as they have coffee?  I’ll be happy.”

Happier if the garage called with good news.  “How long have you been here?  Local or just wander here and decide to stay?”  Blaine smiled from Kenny down towards the ice in his glass, before lifting it for another swallow.  Ten minutes of talk and this was the most conversation he had that wasn’t on his bluetooth since he left New York.  Maybe taking a break, as unexpected as it was, might’ve been a good idea.  Human contact wasn’t something he realized he missed until he found himself scrambling for any reason to keep talking.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? ( dave )

texting meme.

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( mssg » dave | sent ) I wish I could lie to you and tell you something a lot cooler (or sexier cause I’d take sexier too) than what it is but..
( mssg » dave | sent ) I found the archive of recorded Warbler performances and I’m all the way back to the VHS era.  Haven’t slept since I started.  I think I’m either going to pass out or maybe just drink more coffee.
( mssg » dave | sent ) But either way?  I’m determined to finish this before I walk into that room and tell them I’m their new coach.  I’ll Clockwork Orange myself if I have to.