Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
“…That’s a little creepy, even by my standards.” “Wha- hey! It’s not my fault you have really cute bunny teeth, okay?” “…Bunny teeth.” “Yeah, bunny teeth. Cute lil’ bunny teeth to go with your cute lil’ peanut ears and your cute lil’-” “I get it, Stiles, shut up.” “…Make me.”
[CUE MAKE-OUT SESSION]
also here have a song just for you:
Amy nooo, Amy noooo Your love for teeth has grown once moooore All the teeeeth, white as snooooow At least Hoechlin’s, that’s for suuuuure I can’t taaaaaake your cuteness aaaanymoooore But let the love rage oooon The teeth never bothered me anywaaaay hAH!
[dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun] etc
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMY!!! i said i’d draw you teeth despite my inability and reluctance to draw them sO HERE YOU GO!!! I hope you have a lovely day, bby.
Summary: After a fulfilling Father’s Day, Soos visits his own.
Today was a good day.
Soos was happy to be surrounded by his children all day and to be spoiled for being a father. He loved every moment of it and reciprocated the love whenever possible. He hangs up the gifts given to him in the museum and smiles.
The most beautiful art you’ll ever see… nice ring to it, Soos thinks with a smile.
…the thrilling conclusion to my really old MP100 comic I never finished…! I still kinda like it…
Even if I really really didn’t know how to draw Teru (he looks waaaaaayyyy different the way I draw him now. And taller. Oops) at the time. Nor do I really know what’s going on here, even now. Inspired by that one scene in ATLA, buuut that’s all I got ^^;;;