First of all, ehhhhh

local immortal not impressed by sassy morning person husband

Tell me this ain't Nicky and Joe. I dare youuu

Nicky has a nervousness about him that he’s never been able to explain. He keeps feeling like something’s missing. Like he’s forgotten the name of an important thing and it’s sitting, impatient, at the tip of his tongue. He can’t recall. Or he doesn’t know. It’s all terribly confusing, and so, so frustrating.

He’ll walk down the street, see a family of duckings that makes him smile, and turn to his right to tell… someone. No one’s there.

Sometimes, when he’s tired, he’ll order two coffees at the shop on the corner, making one much sweeter than he likes it. Only when he walks away does he remember he’s alone.

When his friends encourage him, he goes to bars. He meets men, and occasionally he will let them touch his arm or his shoulder or his thigh from the bar stool beside his. Sometimes, he lets them kiss him. Never, is he able to ignore the feeling of wrong that prickles over his skin and twists in his stomach. Always, he leaves without them. If he has their number, he will delete it before he gets home.

Tonight, he cooks at the stove. He doesn’t realize he’s made any mistakes until, holding two plates, he thinks of something Booker said at work and turns, ready to share. There are two chairs at Nicky’s table. Both are empty. Nicky looks at his hands, and cursing, leaves one plate on the counter and takes the other into the living room. He sits on the couch, plate on his lap, and turns up the sound on the tv until he forgets that he’s forgotten.

The next morning, on his way to work, he sees a selection of sketchpads in an art store window. He buys one, and a set of charcoals. He carries the bag proudly until he gets to the office, to the cubicle he shares with Booker, and realizes with a deep sigh and heavy frown that he does not draw.

Booker looks at the bag, then at him. He lifts one lone brow. “You start taking art classes?”

Groaning, Nicky throws the bag under the desk and collapses into the chair. Whatever this is, it’s getting worse. What started as tri-monthly slip-ups are turning into daily routines. “Maybe I should see a doctor,” Nicky says.

“Maybe.” Booker scratches his chin. Behind him, on his computer screen, a game of solitaire is opened over the report he is supposed to be writing. “Or it could just be what it obviously is.”

“Don’t start.”

“Soulmates, Nicky,” Booker says.

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i needed a mood boost so here is part five

Please watch The Old Guard

love very much how joe just tosses aside the pistol with the absolute confidence that his man is going to get him a bigger gun. 

also just truly obsessed with the sequence of events. nicky 1) disarms the guard 2) joe shoots guard 3) both nicky and joe ignore that guard’s gun so that nicky can personally?? hand joe a different one??

anyway. ty for the gif @plrks​. much to think about. (full gifset here)

A little style experiment featuring The Men Who Invented Love and my favorite song by Dolly Parton ❤️

joe is words of affirmation and nicky is acts of service

this is why joe gets the van monologue and nicky puts himself + a gun between joe and the door at all times

warrior husbands being in sync with each other

#this!!#this is what i’m talking about!!!#nicky is the first line of defense#hes meant to disarm enemies so joe can kill them#they have a whole routine#you love to see it!!#joe#nicky#the old guard (tags by @reyes-buckley)

He’s not my boyfriend…

Another (I’LL SHUT UP AT SOME POINT I PROMISE) little Nicky/Joe thing I love is how while Andy and Booker seem to have more or less moved on with the years and act pretty 21st century, you can tell Nicky and Joe still have got a lil’ bit of that honorable medieval warrior thing going on. Like, Joe can’t tolerate hearing someone make fun of his lover without breaking into an epic poetic declaration of love like he’s Abu Nuwas or some shit. Nicky is constantly waxing philosophical about how destiny brings them together and acts excessively chivalric because you know he still thinks of himself as a knight. The utter indignation both of them feel towards Copley and Booker for betraying them and the big histrionic proclamations they make about honor and virtue. Like you can tell these two gays never really got over the 11th century and I love it.

I heard you fam’~ The cry for more long haired Nicky as well as more crusader times was very strong, so I had to comply.

However, over on discord kind people are throwing mad ideas at me and even though my back said no, my muses said yes so there we go- you get a two for one deal! Nicky and Joe from the crusades to now~ (n they’re still just as dirty n bloody lol)

May I also introduce you to additional goodies: Crusader time outfits inspired by the originaly AC aaaaaand Comic complient height difference! OwÓ~  first time I saw in the comics how much taller Nicky was compared to Joe I may or may not have had a mild seizure. And during that seizure a voice told me that it is now my holy mission to spread the good word n somehow make it happen with the movie actors too. I hope I succeeded :’D

and… you’re welcome? lol  I also put this one up in my shop cause I just really like how it turned out

(ps: click the link- this amazing lady took an already fantastic song n gave it a completely new flavour with her indie version of it. freaking love it!)

Nicky’s eyebags make me feel ALIVE

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