livedtough

[livedtough]

Fabrizio La Torre. Billiards, Toronto, 1955

#&. aesthetics ( hawk )

[livedtough]

It isn't exactly that he thought Rita would turn him away, but more the fact that he's spent his entire life with this secret rotting within him that he didn't know how to live without it. He knows she loves him, for whatever reason that may be. He knows that that wouldn't change. He's grateful for that. He's grateful for her. So endlessly grateful that she's in his life. "I never would have believed that, if you'd told me back then," he teases, though of course the words are true. He guesses it's sort of a dream come true. There's a beat, then, and he speaks again. "I want to tell you about him, some time. About John."

of course she's happy, her best friend in the whole world has trusted her with his truth, something she doesn't think he's ever been all that keen on sharing before. it means he feels comfortable enough with himself and her to do it. "i do, too." although she doesn't need anyone else, just as long as larry trusts her with this. "maybe." she smiles, soft and warm. "and i'm glad to. you understand me best, too, larry." all these years, in all her moods, it's been a blessing to know him.

#&. ic ( larry ) #&. queue ( mun ) #&. verse; doom patrol ( larry ) #&. belovedstars ( larry )

[livedtough]

@lcvb1tes (🏛)

Hawk lay on his back, catching his breath. He knew what he liked, knew what he was like, but he had to say he’d impressed himself, even for him. Manny had impressed him, too, making the whole thing a particularly hard, and a particularly good, fuck. He didn’t know just how many men he’d slept with, and he didn’t care to know the number, but none of them had made him come back like Manny.

He looked at the younger man as he turned to him, after he spoke to him, pleased to see that he was recuperating well. He might get rough, but he didn’t actually want to hurt him. He needed him in one piece for next time, right? (The fact that there would be a next time being entirely unheard of by Hawk.) He reached out to put a hand in his arm, his touch possessive, yes, but not suggestive. He had never really cared much for aftercare. Sure, he made sure everyone was clean, and he was always good for a cigarette or a drink, but he mostly left the other to take care of himself. There was something different about Manny, though. Maybe it was his youth—though Hawk’s tastes tended to skew towards younger men—or his innocence, but either way he found himself wanting to care for him. Even if all he did was ask a question and put a hand on his arm.

He laughed softly as he spoke, pleased with the response and with himself. He was glad he was okay, that he hadn't gone too far, but he was glad, too, for the praise. Not that Hawk needed praise--he was confident enough not to need it--but he was pleased with himself ether way. "I'll just have to carry you around. I'm sure no one would mind if we came into the office like that."

#&. lcvb1tes ( hawk ) #&. ic ( hawk ) #&. queue ( mun ) #&. verse; fellow travelers ( hawk )

[livedtough]

Despite Linus’s struggle to get through the door, Arthur is too distracted to get up and help him. For someone who's often so on top of things, here and now is his chance to let go of that, and to allow himself to get lost in his work. Which isn't to say that that's necessarily a good thing, but it is, on occasion, a necessary thing. He's glad hat he's here, though, and that's enough for now, even if he does allow him to struggle at the door by himself. Only once Linus is within the room does he look up and stand, pushing a stack of papers to the side in order to make room for the tray.

"No it wouldn't," Arthur responds, smiling warmly. He doesn't say it with any malice or judgement, but only the awareness that Linus likes his tea. Then his eyes lower to the desk, trying to see it through his eyes. It is a little messy, he supposes. "It's easier to reach on the desk," he offers, an excuse that's certainly a little weak, but it's the one he has right now. It's true, anyway.

a secretly joyful thrill settles in linus' chest — it was always a questionable bet on whether arthur would actually answer ( either because of sleep or mind thoroughly occupied by work ) — and linus lets himself feel it before, rather quickly and somewhat inefficiently, ignoring it. he couldn't be too excited. arthur would notice and tease him relentlessly. sniffing at the prospect, linus manages to contort his body into a perfectly awkward position. he pushes the door open with his elbow, brow furrowed all the while to keep the tray's content from tumbling to the floor.

"good. this much tea would go to waste on me alone." a lie. he could drink a reservoir of it dry if left alone long enough. door nudged shut with his foot, linus focuses on the man before him. and then the desk. he frowns. "arthur, what exactly do you have these shelves for if you don't bloody use them?"

#&. ic ( arthur ) #&. hcpebled ( arthur ) #&. queue ( mun ) #&. verse; in the cerulean sea ( arthur )

[livedtough]

Hawk and Tim + dominance and submission (part 5) Fellow Travelers (2023)

#i like the way the black and white accentuates those three little freckles on his chest #and thats all i have to say <3 #impact play tw #&. manny kingsley ( hawk ) #&. tim laughlin ( hawk ) #&. ship; manny kingsley ( hawk ) #&. ship; tim laughlin ( hawk ) #&. mirror ( hawk ) #&. mirror ( larry )

[livedtough]

Really, he’s used to the…neglect is a strong word, so perhaps utterly disinterested to dismissive behavior is better, but in any case he’s used to it by this point, and it has mostly, somewhat, occasionally stopped hurting just so much. That being said, though, the attention and affection he receives from Thera is a welcome respite. Really, it doesn’t have to be affection, at this point. Decency and remembering his name would be more than enough. She gives him that, though, and more. He’s grateful for that.

“I don’t mind,” he answers. “Thirty eight. Almost forty.”

She might speak up in their workmates' defense, if it were mentioned - she only found out by accident herself, after all - but she doesn't know if they'd do anything anyway. As it is she's keeping this low-key, because if Donna catches on and ruins it for him, this just might be the day Thera punches the other woman in the face.

Although that might be a birthday present all on its own.

"You're welcome," She flicks a wink and a grin, "Is it impolite to ask how many years?"

#&. therapardalis; steven ( moon knight ) #&. ic; steven ( moon knight ) #&. queue ( mun ) #&. verse; steven grant has no fear ( moon knight )

[livedtough]

@therapardalis said: "Hm, so ... almond milk is not so bad ..." [Random for Steven]

"Nah, you get used to it. All of that vegan stuff, you get used to. You kinda start forgetting what real milk tastes like, and then you don't really miss it anymore, if you ever did. Me, I don't really miss all that stuff."

#&. ic; steven ( moon knight ) #&. answered; steven ( moon knight ) #&. answered ( moon knight ) #&. therapardalis; steven ( moon knight ) #&. answered ( all ) #therapardalis

[livedtough]

i forgot to ever update on the queue situation. i think i'll leave it at 1 for now, BUT if you ever want something bumped up, just let me know, okay?

#&. ooc ( mun ) #&. tbd ( mun )

[livedtough]

Something was wrong. He didn't know if he was having a nightmare--as though his waking life was any better--or if the fever was taking its toll, but what he did know was that something wasn't right, so he stood from his chair, leaning over Manny and giving him a small nudge, murmuring his name until he woke up. God, he looked awful. It broke Hawk's heart, but he wouldn't let him know that. It was bad enough that he was asking after him. Always his first instinct, Hawk had found. The idea that it continued even now...well, that didn't help him feel any better.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching down to brush Manny's hair behind his ear. "I'm fine. How are you? You were talking in your sleep." He looked so small, so weak, and so sad. He looked about as miserable as Hawk felt. He couldn't fold, though. He needed to stay afloat so he could take care of Manny. He needed to be there for him, in moments like this. He needed...he didn't know. Maybe he just needed a purpose, and Manny being that purpose felt right. Despite everything, it felt right.

@livedtough ( manny / hawk )

he didn't realize he was mumbling in his sleep as he tried without much success to stay warm as his body was consumed by a pretty nasty fever that was keeping him hospital bound. one that kept him shivering despite having a sweater and two blankets over himself which could have been why he woke up. he groggily looked up and saw hawk whose face put him at ease despite the fact that he felt like death in his current state.

"h-hawk." he mumbled as weak fingers pulled his sweater tighter around himself, trying not to disturb the blankets as he did so he couldn't afford to lose the little bits of warmth he had. "a-are you okay?" he asked with the assumption that hawk needed something and he wasn't just mumbling in his sleep which could have been the reason why the other man was awake in the first place. he was so very thankful to have the man there and staying with him at times since it helped when he was really sick like he was tonight and he needed the most comfort from his lover.

#&. lcvb1tes ( hawk ) #&. verse; fellow travelers ( hawk ) #&. ic ( hawk ) #&. queue ( mun )

[livedtough]

There was something...if he had to put a word on it, he supposed he might have said that the difference between the man before him and the ones inside was refreshing, but that may just have been because he was new. He was fresh. Even if his suit was too big and his hair was far from neat, there was an innocence to him that contrasted sharply with the...well, sharpness of the others. He lacked the predatory edge of everyone within the hotel walls, Hawkins included. That, though, was the nature of politics. Everyone wanted something from everyone, and everyone had something on everyone. He wondered what anyone could have on this kid, or if he was as cleaned as he looked. Hawk hoped not.

"Ah." Asked and answered, then. What was had on the poor kid was the signature on the bottom of his paycheck. Hawk didn't really suppose he was any different, but at least he was more suited for these things. His suit fit, for one thing, and his hair was neatly combed. It was difficult to look at him and think of any place he would be better suited for, whereas this man seemed better suited for a dusty library corner. That would be a shame, though, Hawk thought. "I remember those days." Though something told him even his lowest days were probably higher up than this man's. "They'll pass." A pause, and a drag on the cigarette. "Eventually."

"I don't know if I can answer that for you," he said, observing him, filing away every mannerism. For instance, the way he tilted his head as he asked him a question, because Hawk thought it was cute. Like a little lost dog. "Your boss might be missing you, but, then again, he might not notice you've gone." Maybe it was harsh, but it was probably true. "In any case, you can probably tell him you got caught up talking to me." He offered him his hand. "Hawkins Fuller. What are you writing, Jimmy?"

❧ he was surprised that hawk had came to talk to him. he'd expected him to perhaps come by and tell him he didn't belong there. he expected to be kicked out, at some stage. he always felt like an imposter at these things — then again, he was, wasn't he? he was sure everyone else could tell that he wasn't one of them, with his old patched together and slightly too big suit paired with his messily hair and too old glasses.

❝ oh, i—i know. um, i just.. well, i'm not exactly one of the party—goers, ❞ he answered, hating just how awkward he sounded. ❝ my boss kind of made me come and i didn't really want to get fired so.. here i am, ❞ he added on with an awkward laugh before quickly shutting himself up, realising that hawk probably didn't want to hear the full reason why he was sitting outside like a loner.

he looked over the stranger, realising that he was another party—goer, probably even knew his boss. he could've been one of his bosses multitude of other employees for all james knew, they all somewhat looked the same to him: rich. although, something told james, he'd recognise the handsome stranger if he had seen him before.

❝ i'm just writing. should.. should i be back in the party? ❞ he asked, tilting his head to the side, brushing his hair from his face and glasses. ❝ um, i'm james richardson, by the way. ❞

— @livedtough.

#&. writtentraqedy ( hawk ) #&. ic ( hawk ) #&. verse; fellow travelers ( hawk ) #&. queue ( mun )

[livedtough]

i added a section to my rules about reblogging things if you wanna look

#&. ooc ( mun )

[livedtough]

:^)

#the......... #&. tim laughlin ( hawk ) #&. manny kingsley ( hawk )

[livedtough]

INDEPENDENT MULTIMUSE FEATURING MUSES AND OCS FROM TELEVISION, LITERATURE, THEATER, MYTH, AND LORE. NON-SELECTIVE, MUN AND MUSES 18+, ADORED BY JAMIE. 

(template credit in photo source, links in post source)

#i actually do really like this tbh #&. ooc ( mun ) #&. self promo ( mun )

[livedtough]

i want a cool new promo.

#i like the one i have tbh but i want one new fresh cool fun. #i guess ill just reblog the one i have. #&. ooc ( mun ) #&. tbd ( mun )

[livedtough]

@lcvb1tes (🏛)

This was all so utterly terrifying. From the warmth he felt upon seeing Manny curled up with his book to the fear that had been nestled in his chest since he first heard that fucking word from the doctor, Hawk lived in a state of uneasiness now. Which wasn't to say he didn't want to be here, because he did, he really, really did. He just didn't know how to handle any of it. So he didn't. He didn't handle. He just did. And that involved taking a blanket out to Manny as he checked on him, because he needed to stay warm, and he needed to stay safe. He leaned down to kiss Manny's head, a hand squeezing the back of his neck, before he sat down next to him. (What if someone saw? Who the hell was he, kissing him on the porch? No, there was no one around. No one could see.) "What are you reading?"

#boys.... #&. ic ( hawk ) #&. verse; fellow travelers ( hawk ) #&. lcvb1tes ( hawk ) #&. queue ( mun )

[livedtough]

ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒?

( promo by @lcvb1tes )

#&. promo ( mun ) #&. ooc ( mun ) #yeah.

[livedtough]

he wasn't my friend. he was the man i loved.

#clutches my chest and falls to my knees #&. mirror ( larry ) #&. mirror ( hawk ) #&. ship; tim laughlin ( hawk ) #&. tim laughlin ( hawk ) #&. ship; manny kingsley ( hawk ) #&. manny kingsley ( hawk )