See you, Space Cowboy
Archive for Toby, 2012-2017.Nothing.
Nothing is the key. He has, for all intents and purposes, surrendered himself to nothing for the last two years.And as such, he allows himself this: blunt fingers in his hair. Fair, soft skin making the face he adores.
Is it the same? For all the years that have passed: does he love the same person?
Who knows. He feels like he does, though.
Commission for @cookie1218 ! They asked for TOS Spock with eyeshadow and doing the Taal! It was very fun to draw and the little text really suits him I think!
It’s been 5 years. On this blog I’ve met so many beautiful people, learned so many things. It helped me grow as a person, taught me some hard lessons, and showed me a bit of a reflection of myself that’s been vital in trying to be better than I was.
But it’s time to close this chapter. I’ve been thinking lately that I should get on here, that I should post some writing or finish anything, but whenever I get here I do nothing but stare. Having that expectation, the weight of obligation, it’s drying me up. I talked with Sabrina recently, @thewinningscenario, and she expressed similar feelings. So, here is it: I’m archiving this blog.
Thanks for the long ride, guys. There are a few of you I’ll message directly. I haven’t finished the final stage yet, so expect a few more posts.
Never give up. Hold on to the good things. Appreciate the small kindnesses.
And above all, take care of yourselves.
It’s almost been six years. I miss you all. I have the final drabble, but I can’t bring myself to send it to Sabrina. I want it to be perfect, I’m starting to think it never will be. I’ll never really say goodbye to this character. He was significant to me. His impact started before I was born, and continues despite of me, and it’s been an honor to tap into the essence of his character, one that will never entirely leave me.
I hope you all are okay. I’ll work on the drabble.
Stay bright. Stay curious. Stay hopeful. The world seems bleak, I know, but it needs the hopefuls more than ever now, because we’re the ones that get it done.
Love, Toby
It’s been 5 years. On this blog I’ve met so many beautiful people, learned so many things. It helped me grow as a person, taught me some hard lessons, and showed me a bit of a reflection of myself that’s been vital in trying to be better than I was.
But it’s time to close this chapter. I’ve been thinking lately that I should get on here, that I should post some writing or finish anything, but whenever I get here I do nothing but stare. Having that expectation, the weight of obligation, it’s drying me up. I talked with Sabrina recently, @thewinningscenario, and she expressed similar feelings. So, here is it: I’m archiving this blog.
Thanks for the long ride, guys. There are a few of you I’ll message directly. I haven’t finished the final stage yet, so expect a few more posts.
Never give up. Hold on to the good things. Appreciate the small kindnesses.
And above all, take care of yourselves.
[ PROGRESS REMAINS DESPITE DENIAL ]
“You? Jealous?” Leonard allows his eyebrow to raise, his grin undisguised as his eyes roam everywhere from dark blue eyes and a stormy expression down to the exposed neck and collarbone, down to the rumpled black sweater he loved because of its tendency to ride up Jim’s back, the thin wings of exposed flesh just above Jim’s hips on either side and the dark waist of his jeans clinging stubbornly above the cut of his waist. His hands itched to push that sweater up more, but both were currently happily occupied in a death grip. So he arches his back up, lifting their center of weight just so, teasing the space between their lips with hot, heavy breaths.
Jim’s forehead is heavy against his, his blue eyes visible through a slit. Leonard takes this opportunity to brush his nose back and forth across his lover’s. He waits for the tension to ease, for Jim’s hard, unrelenting edges to mold against him and for them to move from pinned to mutually entwined and stretched against one another. Slowly, more suggestion than demand, he draws their left hands between their lips, and kisses where the rings clash. “I promised, through disease and danger, through darkness and silence, to love you true. From within and without. So what’s a little jealousy to that?”
[ LISTEN LITTLE LADY THE FLOOF HAS EVOLVED IN THE EIGHT YEARS (NINE IF YOU COUNT FILMING) TIME AND I THINK IT’S TIME WE APPRECIATE THAT. ]
As your stand-in CMO and pretend BFF, I told you so.
