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For Day 8: Disability and Diagnosis

@jonmartinweek

pov youre kayne

is this a safe space (it is. i know it is. especially because this is my blog.) to say that I love noel. i have no evidence as to why he's a great character or whatnot i just love him.

out of non-jarthur characters he is absolutely my favorite and i hope harlan can be inspired (persuaded, even) to make a noel spinoff of malevolent (ambivalent, if you will).

i think a lot of it is just because i love the voice harlan does for him but just in general i think he's such an interesting character especially out of our recurring characters. i think we're done with oscar, and i could see us being done with noel but I really hope when kayne sent him to spain he meant like. spain in the 1200s. probably not but i just want to see my favorite side goober again

made this in 15 minutes

kayne because [longest redacted ever]

I see way too many posts about being really affectionate with your friends and if you aren't hugging and kissing your friends then you don't really have friends and you should be in love with your friends a little bit and it annoys me so here's a post that shouts out non-affectionate friends. shoutout to the people who don't like affection or hugging or being super gushy with each other but still love and appreciate their friends dearly. shoutout to the people who find it really hard to be emotionally vulnerable and sweet but are still always there for you in a crisis. shoutout to people who don't have to be hugging you constantly to prove that they care about you

its blood

its blood, the kiss mark is blood and i am ill

Most days it’s easy to forget that John was once part of the King in Yellow. His soft skin and charming awkwardness so far from the King’s many hollow facades.

But somedays Noel wakes up with a bone deep ache screaming down his limbs and a migraine hunting his steps. Somedays he wakes up and just knows that it’ll be a bad day.

Last week had one of those days. Noel tried to fight it off but the foul mood reached a crescendo after dinner. Arthur and Oscar were in the other room pouring over a new tome. John was idly sitting at the kitchen island while Noel finished up the dishes.

If you asked Noel exactly what happened next, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. The memory playing back like a broken record, skipping and distorting.

He remembers his head pulsing in time with his heartbeat, the feeling of the dirty dish water quickly becoming too much to bear and John’s voice.

The god fragment was asking him if he wanted to go see a film with him. When Noel declined, John’s tone shifted, becoming cough syrup sweet, golden, manipulative, he barely got a few words out.

Next, Noel remembers being on his knees on the floor. John beneath him on his back, staring up at Noel.

Noel’s hands around John’s neck. Squeezing, screaming that the King couldn’t take him back.

More hands, at his back, pulling, tearing. Voices muffled and distorted. “Noel stop!”

John’s hand, cradling Charlie’s face.

this is about procrastinating. or executive dysfunction. i think