#here i am again
and it’s usually quite loud
another sinclair brothers slice of life. i just love making them fight over petty shit.bold is sign as always.
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“Look, I said I will tape it for you the next time it is on TV!”
“That isn’t the point though!”
“I know your point and you’re being stupid.”
“I’m being stupid? Turns out you can’t fuckin’ read apparently!”
They’d been going on like this since before dinner was ready and had paused it only once to bicker about Bo’s brisket carving technique, before continuing their main argument over the dinner table.
Since then, the table hasn’t been quiet; the constant rattling of cutlery as it is dropped and picked up again with Vincent’s yelling. Even Bo, who wasn’t one to be parted from a meal, would throw his fork down if he was particularly irate, signing messily but none the less furiously at Vincent, just to drive his point home.
Vincent slammed his own fork down in anger and quickly replied, “I can read, and there wasn’t one thing on that tape that said not to tape over it!”
“Itold you last week not to use that tape!”
“You have a million more tapes, it’s not like you have nothing to watch now!”
“That is not the point,” Bo repeats, “I liked that episode and I told you not to use my shit without asking!”
“Fuck you, you use my things all the time!”
“Like what?”
“My boots are still at the back door because you wore them last week and have not cleaned them!”
“That was for a practical purpose! And,” Bo jabs his fork in Vincent’s direction, “I will clean them. You can’t get my tape back.”
“I can’t believe you’re so hung up about this. Why are you so attached to that episode?”
“Episode of what?” Lester asks. He’s had no idea what this argument was even about seeing as it started before he even arrived at the house. Knowing Bo, there were two options: Star Trek or Knight Rider.
Bo answers Vincent’s question defensively, “I am not ‘attached’! What, is it a crime to enjoy a TV show now?” At the same time, Vincent replies “Star Trek,” to Lester.
Lester nods, though no one is really taking much notice of his opinion on this whole thing.
Bo goes back to his dinner, but keeps talking, “It’s the principle of the thing, Vince.”
“Whatever. I’ll tape it again for you.”
Bo grunts. Vincent grunts back.
Lester sits there in silence, glad that they seem to have come to an agreement, although he doesn’t quite understand what has just happened. He loves his brothers, he does, but their arguments can go around in circles for hours sometimes with no apparent end other than the moment they both get bored of arguing. Lester’s just glad they finally seem content to leave this one be. For now.
“They’re giving me more hours at work,” Lester says, throwing the fact into the room and awaiting a reaction.
“More?” Bo asks, “You’re already out there breakin’ your damn back every day.”
“I - We need the money.”
“We don’t need nothin’ we can’t get elsewhere. You need help wi’ money, you come to us, alright. We’ll figure it out.”
“It’s just a couple extra hours, Bo. Aint no harm.”
Bo raises a brow as he chews thoughtfully on his brisket.
The rest of the night passes uneventfully. The twins give up their arguing for the night and there’s a steady supply of beers in the fridge.
When it gets late enough and Lester has had his fill of eating the twins’ food, he makes to leave. Bo waves him goodbye from the couch with one hand, taking a swig from his bottle of beer, eyes still trained on the TV.
Vincent walks him to the door. He never normally does that.
“See you 'round, Vince,” Lester says, already opening the door.
Vincent takes a swig from his own beer bottle before putting it down on the side table to speak, glancing behind him to make sure Bo is still watching TV. “While you are out tomorrow, will you get a TV magazine for me? So I can find when that stupid episode is next on.”
Lester scoffs softly, keeping his voice down, “You really gonna coddle him like that?”
“Shut up,” Vincent smirks. “He’ll be on my ass about it if I don’t. ”
Lester shrugs, “Sure thing.” He pats Vincent heartily on the shoulder.
“You either in or you out,” Bo calls, “You’re letting all the heat out.”
“See you, Bo,” Lester calls back, finally setting out into the cold night and heading down the path to his truck.
do y'all even know how much i hate being an “elder queer” at 40? a whole goddamn generation before me was wiped out by a plague that politicians deemed not their problem bc it was killing the “right” people. like. this was OPENLY STATED. i spent a large chunk of my childhood going to funerals. nevermind the fact that killing queer people for being queer wasn’t codified into law as a hate crime until i was a junior in high school.
i should NOT be an elder queer, i should be middle at most. i am a middle aged queer. most of the elder queers died.
when i was growing up i didn’t go to pride parades, i went to pride marches. because that’s 100% what they were in the 80s and 90s.
from the absolute bottom of my heart, LEARN OUR FUCKING HISTORY. a generation was nearly wiped out so you young queers could be here. don’t let that have been in vain, please.
I’ve never seen any “blame the gays for COVID”??
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AIDS
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@mother-entropy is talking about fucking AIDS, NOT COVID?
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I was referring to the tags that someone reblogged this with so can you chill with the outrage before you give yourself an ulcer?
You know what? I would swear that I checked the tags on the post you reblogged from and didn’t see a COVID mention, but I would be dead wrong, because here it is
And I’ll be perfectly honest with you, even if those tags hadn’t been there, I would STILL have been out of line to respond to you the way that I did.
I should have assumed that there was some kind of context that I was missing when I read your post and taken a beat to look further if I felt such a need to respond to it, and to respond like a dick.
I apologize for my rash and harsh reaction. I was out of line, and you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I’ll update my previous reblog with a comment saying as much.
Please understand I’m not trying to excuse my behavior, but a quick tip - if you reblog to reply to tags, it’s sort of tumblr custom (or at least it used to be) to include those tags in your reblog to provide some context when people come across your post later.
But again, I’m sorry.
I’ll also reach out to the couple people that reblogged it from me and let them know.
The Space Between (Us): Part 2
Dreamy gazes turn to flushed cheeks that turn away fleetingly.
Barely there touches,
warmly received,
Lasting longer than necessary.
A beauty in my eyes,
I’ve longed for you longer than I realized.
My mind tells me to keep my distance,
But my heart dreams of your kisses.
An instant connection is what we had,
I’ve known you forever,
Or so it seems.
Our meeting,
Feels like it was destiny.
But I worry that our fate will be a tragedy;
I must keep up my guard,
Or I’ll fall for you wholly.
Keeping you close,
It feels like a beautiful dream,
But every time I look behind me,
All I see is agony,
And I fall back into my nightmares,
Fears and ghosts of the past haunting me.
But you’re right beside me;
I push you away,
Say things that I don’t mean (to say).
I just want to keep you safe
Because you are the world to me.
You always push back,
Fighting, for me, for us.
Showing me that together,
Maybe we have a chance at changing the future,
The fate I keep seeing,
In my tainted vision;
Painted with all of my past sins.
When you’re holding me,
I think that maybe,
Just maybe,
We can defeat what the future holds for me.
For us.
Longing looks and gentle caresses
You place your hand over mine for comfort.
With each touch,
Each loving glance,
You leave me in a trance,
Guiding me out of my past.
Blurb of Dialogue:
“Do you want me?” She asked me.
“Do I…Do I want you? I…that’s a difficult question for me to answer,” I said.
“Yes, do you want me?”
“I want many things for you. I want you to be safe. I want you not to be involved in my whole mess. I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m afraid that I’ll only cause you pain. I feel like anyone who becomes involved with me, feels so much suffering, and I don’t want that for you, my darling. But, most of all, yes…I want you.”
