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30 dicembre 2022

Spazio come si chiama? promuove la mostra collettiva PECORELLE in collaborazione con spazio mirtilloxgalleriaarrivada e si impegna a dare rilevanza alla sua pecorella preferita: “La pecorella smarrita” di Arabrab Acnirt.

La mostra, inaugurata il 13 dicembre 2022, rimarrà aperta fino al 23 dicembre 2023, per tanti giorni quante sono le pecorelle esposte!

Seguono lə 375 artistə:

Luca Assi

Andrea Barbagallo

Aurora Biancardi

Francesca Bionda

Valentina Bobbo

Antonia Boschetti

Nicolò Camedda

Matteo Capriotti

Giada Carnevale

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Francesca Colombo

Lorenzo D'alba

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Stefano de Paolis

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commander0fmyheart · 7 months

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10 CHARACTERS / 10 FANDOMS / 10 TAGS

tagged by the one and only @whatimdoing-here

Ok, please note these are not in any particular order

Castle - Kate Beckett

Fringe - Olivia Dunham

Killing Eve - Villanelle

NCIS Hawaii - Kate Whistler

WE - Wynonna Earp

The 100 - Heda Lexa kom Trikru

GoT - Daenerys Targaryen

Orphan Black - Delphine Cormier

For All Mankind - Tracy Stevens

Warrior Nun - Beatrice

Per usual: ANYONE THAT SEES THIS FEEL FREE TO DO IT!!! (and feel free to tag me if ya wanna)

#tagged #not a single man in sight 👀#ᖍ(ツ)ᖌ #personal

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marciamattos · 1 year

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Essencialmente autora de retratos, Romaine Brooks usava uma paleta de cores escuras dominada pelos cinzentos. A sua obra aproxima-se dos movimentos simbolistas e esteticistas do século XIX e, em particular, da obra de Whistler. Quatro desses retratos são visíveis nas coleções do Museu Sainte-Croix em Poitiers.

"Romaine Brooks, nascida Beatrice Romaine Goddard, em Roma, em 1º de maio de 1874 e falecida em Nice, em 7 de dezembro de 1970, foi uma pintora americana.

Pouco depois de seu nascimento, seus pais, americanos ricos, voltaram para os Estados Unidos da América. Sua mãe a abandona e prefere seu irmão, que sofre de transtornos mentais. Ela maltrata Romaine, acusa-a de estar possuída pelo demônio e acaba confiando-a a uma família pobre de Nova York quando ela tinha sete anos.

Em 1893, aos 19 anos, foi para Paris onde cantou em cabarés, para Roma para estudar pintura e para Capri. Em 1901, ela voltou para a mãe para cuidar dela antes que ela morresse de diabetes e, com o irmão também morto, herdou a fortuna do avô materno.

Em 1903, Romaine Brooks se casou com seu amigo John Ellington Brooks, um pianista bissexual. Logo depois, eles fazem um acordo de que não vão se divorciar, para respeitar as convenções sociais, mas nunca vão morar juntos. Em troca, Romaine Brooks pagará uma pensão mensal ao marido.

Por volta de 1904, insatisfeita com seu trabalho, passou a trabalhar com cinzas, que continuaram sendo os tons dominantes de suas obras posteriores.

Livre de seus laços matrimoniais, mantém relações amorosas com vários artistas, com a sobrinha de Oscar Wilde, Dolly Wilde, com a dançarina Ida Rubinstein e com o escritor e político Gabriele D'Annunzio. A relação mais importante de sua vida será aquela que viverá, durante cinquenta anos, com a escritora Natalie Clifford Barney, que conheceu em 1915. Ela também se relaciona com a baronesa Franchetti, a pianista Renata Borgatti e a princesa de Polignac.

A carreira de Romaine Brooks, no auge em 1925 (seus quadros foram apresentados em Londres, Paris e Nova York), declina a partir dos anos 1930. Abandonando a pintura, produz desenhos inspirados em sua infância infeliz.

Ela morreu em 7 de dezembro de 1970, em Nice. Um ano após sua morte, a National Collection of Fine Arts (atual Museu Nacional de Arte Americana do Smithsonian Institute) dedica uma retrospectiva a ele. O interesse do público pela obra de Romaine Brooks voltou, várias outras exposições foram organizadas durante a década de 1980".

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dubmill · 4 years

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Grave of the artist James McNeill Whistler (d. 1903) and his wife, Beatrice (or Beatrix; d. 1896), Chiswick Old Cemetery, London; 22.6.2020

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dnevsrachel · 2 years

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How to be gay:

1. In suit or in uniform;

2. have great hair or standing/sitting gayly. 😂😂😂

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simena · 3 years

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Beatrice Godwin Whistler - Peach Blossom

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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🖼️ for Beatrice and the same for Stella the patron of the arts ^^ —leila-of-ravens

i was so hoping someone would ask this one thank youuuu, i give a mini art history lesson in this post lol

🖼️ a moodboard of my muses art aesthetic

Beatrice:

Artists featured: Beatrice Offor, John Singer Sargent, Thomas Dewing, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, George Elgar Hicks, and John William Waterhouse

Her art aesthetic is inspired mainly by portraiture, specifically from the late 19th century. For her, I’m drawn to Pre-Raphaelite art and depictions of mythological characters and allegories (like the nude lady in the right corner who is a personification of night, Circe in the top left corner, and Pandora in the top right corner)

Beatrice’s background and fashion sense are drawn heavily from the 19th century, so I find portraits of that century really evoke her aesthetic for me.

Art movements/styles: Pre-Raphaelite, Realism, Aesthetic Movement

Stella:

Artists Featured: James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Gustav Klimt, Alphonse Mucha, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Édouard Manet, Jules Chéret

Stella’s main art aesthetic is the Art Nouveau movement. The colors and sense of movement really remind me of Stella, I think she’d happily decorate her entire house in gold like the Peacock Room (top left corner). I’ve also included a few Impressionist artists who I think Stella would appreciate, partially because GAY (the top right painting is usually read as two women hehe) and because the Impressionist movement was all about breaking from tradition which is very Stella.

I can really picture Stella in Paris in the 1920s (probably trying to flirt with Zelda Fitzgerald) and I think that’s why I chose some of these works.

Art movements/styles: Art Nouveau, Impressionism, Renaissance

Honorable mention for her is just Renaissance art in general , especially

La Primavera by Sandro Botticelli

Part of Stella’s post-canon route is that she’s a patron of the arts, and might even open a museum in Vesuvia (we’ll see lol) so due to the general time period, I think the canon art she’d be commissioning and collecting would be Renaissance and Baroque art.

#i had so much fun with this omg #i will gladly talk more about art at any point #apprentice beatrice #apprentice stella #talking about art makes me so 💗💗💗💗#so thank you for asking laura

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hakuoukiandmocha11 · 7 years

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Late night wip because it’s been a while since I’ve posted one, and also because I’m trying something new by going more “painterly”. It’s nowhere near finished, but I really like how it’s starting to look. Plus it’s always good practice!

If it looks familiar, it’s because it’s based on John Singer Sargent’s portrait of Mrs. Abbott Lawrence Rotch.

The girl is another oc of mine. Her name is Beatrice Forester, and she is Margo’s mother and Robert’s twin sister. This is supposed to be a painting of her when she was young.

#wip #my oc #my oc art #john singer sargent #late night wip #mocha art #dark fire #beatrice forester #margo whistler #btw dark fire will be set near the end of the victorian era #robert forester #i'm a little nervous sharing this one....but oh well

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stelladerose · 4 years

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( victoria pedretti, 24, cis woman, she/her ) i think i just heard someone humming KRYPTONITE by 3 DOORS DOWN, must be STELLA DE ROSE walking about. Rumor has it they’ve lived here for TWENTY YEARS and work as a TRAIL GUIDE/MUSHER + DOG SLEDDING. In their spare time, they love going to COW’S CREAMERY and the LIBRARY. I hear ELLA can be COURAGEOUS, but on their worst of days, they can also be IMPULSIVE. Still, they remind me of CHERRY FLAVORED LIP BALM & VANILLA SCENTED LOTION, BARKING DOGS, AND EARLY 2000s ROCK ANTHEMS. Can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.

Hi! I’m Sunny. I prefer she/her pronouns, and I’m 32. I’m so excited to be here & rp with everyone! This intro has taken me [insert titanic.gif] 84 years to do, because I pretty much move at the pace of a sloth. I plan on getting a more detailed bio up at some point, as well as a plot/wc page, but I wanted to have a starting point. I’ll make a post in the discord, if anyone would like to plot!

BASIC INFORMATION

(TW: Alcohol Mention, Sledding Accident)

NAME: Stella Beatrice De Rose NICKNAMES: Ella, Bea, Dog Lady, Togo (by her Grandfather) DATE OF BIRTH: March 23, 1996 AGE: 24 HOMETOWN: Anchorage, Alaska, US CURRENT RESIDENCE: Whistler, BC, Canada PRONOUNS: She/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Musher/Tour Guide with her family’s Dog Sledding Business, De Rose Dog Sledding LANGUAGES: English, Italian PARENTS: Alberto De Rose [Father]; Sarah De Rose [nee Kilcher] [Mother] BROTHERS AND SISTERS: Leonardo De Rose [Older Brother] RELATIONSHIP SKILLS: Stella can be an absolute sweetheart. She tries to be kind to everyone she meets, but she’s not afraid to defend herself in any situation that makes her uncomfortable. She knows the job she does can be dangerous, so when it comes to keeping her clients on track, she can be stern, but it’s because she doesn’t want to see anyone or the dogs get hurt. She’s loyal and would be there in a heartbeat for anyone that needs her, and sometimes it leaves room for people to take advantage of her. But she’s not someone you want to make angry either and can hold a grudge with the best of them.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5′3″ HAIR COLOUR: Brunette, sometimes blonde. EYE COLOUR: Blue DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Stella’s most distinguishing feature is her eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and while her baby blues do often make Stella seem sad, the twenty-four year old can usually be found gracing those around her with a soft smile. DRESS STYLE: Stella dresses for comfort. Her favorite clothes are vintage t-shirts, oversized sweaters, and anything that’s comfy and snuggly, including hoodies. However, when she’s outside working, she wears layers for warmth, but also things she can easily move around in. She has a favorite pair of gloves her grandmother gave to her and a really nice pair of snow goggles. A more descriptive list can be found here. PHYSICAL HABITS: Stella will have the occasional drink, but not in excess and not very often. Her drink of choice is usually the hard stuff. MANNERISMS: Stella is bad about biting her nails and chewing on her bottom lip when she’s nervous or thinking. You can see her quite often putting on Chapstick on her lips or lotion on her hands, where they stay dry and cracked from being out in the cold so much. She often checks and rechecks her sleds to the point of it almost becoming an obsession, but it’s just because she’s seen what can happen when things aren’t properly hooked up. She also keeps a close watch over her dogs. They’re her family, and if one of them goes down, she’s right there at his/her side, until they’re up and going again. HEALTH: Stella has had several injuries growing up in a family that owns a sled dog company. The worst was a pretty bad break to her right arm after she was thrown off of her sled rounding a turn. Otherwise, she’s in great physical health. She exercises regularly and tries to eat a balanced diet. She does have a weakness for Cow’s Creamery though, especially their Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough in a fresh made waffle cone.

HEADCANONS

Stella was born in Anchorage, Alaska, where she gained her first experience with dog sledding at her grandparents house. But her parents, wanting to branch away, decided to move to Whistler and open their own dog sledding business, De Rose Dog Sledding, when Stella was four years old.

Stella’s grandfather gave her the nickname Togo, when she was 3, after the famous husky that helped to deliver diphtheria antitoxin serum to Nome, Alaska in 1925. Most people know the story of Balto, but she insisted on being nicknamed after Togo.

One of Stella’s ancestors is the famous Italian explorer Alessandro Malaspina, who helped to map out the Gulf of Alaska.

Stella and her brother, Leonardo, spent most of their childhood helping with the family business. Because of this, she knows more about dogs, their care, and what it takes to run the Iditarod Race in Alaska, than she does about current pop culture and who the latest Kardashian is dating. It’s often left her as the outcast in many situations and has left her feeling pretty lonely growing up.

She does love music though, especially Early 2000s Rock music. She likes music from the 90s and before, as well. Her dream is to one day see some of the musicians she loves in concert. And to tell them how many times their songs have helped her get through hard work days.

After Stella graduated from high school, she skipped going to college to continue helping with the family business. She works alongside her parents, her brother, and her cousin, who moved from Alaska to provide an extra set of hands. There’s also a small team that helps out at the kennel, including the veterinarian, Stella is constantly trying to shadow.

She hopes to someday attend college for Veterinarian school. While she loves being out in the snow with the dogs and taking visitors and residents on tours, she does want her work to be more meaningful.

Stella has gone out on search and rescue missions before with her dogs, after hikers and tourists have gone missing. Having grown up in Whistler, she knows her way around better than most.

More to be added later!

#☼ about ☼#whistler.intro #photos

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be ch.1 (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally getting back on an even keel. Edge's broken leg is healing well, Spring is finally here and the flowers are close to blooming.

Be a shame if anything disturbed their domestic bliss.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff, Chickens

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Stretch had always liked taking a walk on the science side. Even when he was a kid, he’d loved it, digging soggy books out of the dump that no one else wanted about exotic things like physics. Yeah, sure, he’d taken a detour for a little while in his life, spent some time as a sentry in Snowdin, but here in the Aboveground, he’d gotten back into it, reluctantly at first and then with the same enthusiasm he’d had in his striped shirt days. He loved science and experiments, coming up with theories and either proving them or setting them in the ‘learning experience’ pile.

Confirming a hypothesis, that was what he did, but even he had to admit, this was one he could've lived without. But hey, now he had empirical evidence to explain why he was never double-dog-dare ever taking Edge on the bus again.

It hadn't even been his idea. Everyone with a driver’s license was busy today so there was no one to cadge a ride from. Didn’t help that Edge wasn’t exactly great on the passenger side anyway, he took backseat driving to new and historic levels. Even Andy started getting a weird tic in his cheek the last time he gave them a lift and in the interest of not giving his best bud a stroke, when Edge suggested they take the bus to his doc’s appointment, Stretch went along with it.

Yeeeah. He’d made worse choices in his life, but this was hovering right at entering the top ten.

To begin with, it seemed like that when he made the suggestion, Edge didn’t fully realize it would require sitting on a grubby seat inhabited daily by dozens of other butts, something Stretch’s personal neat freak was not keen on exposing to his own pelvis.

But there was no way he could stand with the cast holding his leg together, that was kinda the reason they weren’t taking Edge’s car. Probably the only thing that could make the seats actually tolerable for Edge was a good power washing, but Stretch did the best he could with the baggie of antiseptic wipes he’d stashed in his backpack. That at least got Edge's nonexistent butt in the chair, even if he sat so close to the (heh) edge that one hairpin turn was gonna send him rolling across the floor.

If the universe were kinder, that probably would have been the worst of it. Stretch sat right next to his baby and held his hand for moral support, the bus route took them right past the hospital so there wasn't even a changeover. All they needed to do was sit quietly and get off at their stop. Stretch did it all the time, all by his lonesome. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Only, fate seemed to be in the mood for a different kind of citrus, choosing the path of difficult difficult lemon bullshit because they’d only been sitting for about five minutes when an older Human lady got on. She shuffled on over to sit right next to Edge even though there were a dozen other seats available on the bus and before the bus even pulled away, she’d started talking to him. And talked. And never actually stopped talking.

Blue once told Stretch, fondly and with only a sprinkle of salt, that when Stretch got going, he talked like he was trying to qualify for the chatter Olympics. This lady not only qualified, she’d swept away the competition and gone home with the gold.

To be fair, it was miles better than her screaming and tossing a shoe at their heads, sure, but Edge usually took a while to warm up to people as it was, especially to Humans. Considering that some Humans took one look at Edge coming their way and crossed the street? That kind didn't look at him as a person with feelings who could see them, thanks, even if Edge would never admit how much that fucking hurt, and sorry, did he say Humans? He meant assholes. Assholes saw Edge as a threat before they ever even met him.

Betty White over there wasn't at all put off by the sharp teeth and the crimson eye lights. She'd found a captive audience and watching his baby struggling to be polite while she chatted about her newest grandbaby, complete with actual photos scrounged out of her handbag, was setting off the cringe meter, big time.

About ten endless minutes in she’d shown no sign of losing steam. Stretch did make an attempt to help. His thinking was that if he moved to sit on Grandma Moses's other side, maybe she'd chat with him instead. He was pretty good at oohing and ahhing over pics of the potato babies. But the second he tried to stand, Edge's hold on his hand tightened like an iron claw, hard enough for him to feel the pinch of his sharpened fingertips even through gloves. Whether he was afraid Stretch was going to abandon him to his fate or didn't like the idea of him sitting next to unknown Humans, Stretch wasn't sure, but he wasn’t gonna argue with The Claw.

He sat back down and leaned against Edge instead, like maybe he could osmosis some soothing vibes his way. Never worked before, but hey, it was worth a shot.

Whistler’s Mom paused. “are you two boys…together?”

“Yes,” Edge said shortly. Stretch struggled not to wince as the grip on his hand dug in. The last thing he wanted was another bus fiasco. For starters, Andy wasn’t here this time to play white knight and he seriously doubted the Embassy would appreciate dealing with an all new public relations nightmare involving Edge getting into a street fight with an octogenarian.

So, Stretch put on his very best hundred-watt smile and leaned around his husband to shine it towards the old lady. “yes, ma’am, we’re married.”

He expected maybe a little outrage; he and Edge pretty obviously identified as male and Humans could be, ah, tetchy about that. Enough offense and maybe she’d go move to sit up at the front of the bus. But Queen Elizabeth over there just beamed happily, clasping her hands to her chest. “Isn’t that nice! You two make a lovely couple, aren’t your rings beautiful! Have you been together long? Ah, you’re newlyweds, aren’t you, I can tell!”

Next to him, the tension was slowly draining out of Edge, his kung fu grip loosening. Stretch lowered the wattage on his smile to merely friendly levels and asked, “how’s that, ma’am?”

She gave them a watery-eyed wink, “To begin with, you’re still holding hands.”

That was about all it took to tenderize Edge’s steak. He still didn’t chat, but he didn’t look like he was about to throw himself out of a window at any given moment, piece by piece if necessary, and that was a hell of an improvement.

By the time they’d gotten off the bus, Beatrice had shared a recipe for strudel that Edge promised to try and Stretch somehow ended up wearing a new knitted hat topped with a bright pink pompom, because in the words of the immortal Beatrice, he was too skinny and he might catch cold in the bright spring weather. He had a feeling if she could’ve smuggled him home in her handbag, he’d be holed up right now in a cozy kitchen mainlining soup made with fresh noodles and no amount of protesting that skeletons kinda couldn’t get fattened up would save him.

“see, babe,” Stretch teased, handing over his crutches once Edge made it down the stairs back to earth. He waited until the bus was out of sight, taking Beatrice with it, before taking off the hat and adding it to his backpack stash. “take the bus a few more times and pretty soon you’ll have as many friends as i do.”

“I’d rather strip naked and run a marathon through a pack of hungry dogs,” Edge told him feelingly.

Yeah, okay, that one made Stretch burst out into unexpected laughter. He was still chuckling as they headed into the doctor’s office. “i swear, babe, no one ever believes me when i tell them you’re hilarious.”

“That wasn’t humor,” Edge said dryly as he crutched along, “that was a promise.”

The appointment itself was the usual doctor bullshit, starting with an endless fifteen-minute wait before the doc even came in the room, long enough for Stretch to inspect every drawer and jar in the room before Edge told him to sit down. Which, yeah, okay, it was his appointment and fidgeting around the room probably wasn’t doing much for any anxiety Edge had.

Not that he looked like he had much and Stretch honestly envied Edge’s ability to seem coolly serene in any given situation. It was less appealing that the skill made it impossible for Stretch to know if he was genuinely relaxed or hiding it from the world, but eh, that much he was used to. He could read his baby like a well-loved book, but damn if the cover wasn’t inscrutable some days.

By the time the doc came in, Stretch was ready to vibrate out of his damn shoes, but he kept his trap shut and let the doctor do his job. Highly trained professionals, he’d told Edge, who knew what they were doing, and Stretch could do healing magic but that was his limit. The fine tuning was up to the guys with the stethoscopes.

So he played on his phone, messed around on twitter, kept one suspicious auditory canal tuned in to make sure that the doc didn’t have any strong opinions on how Edge was healing up. In less time than they’d spent waiting, the cast was removed, cut right through the drawing of Undyne flexing, and the doc was checking the bones out, making positive little sounds as he poked and prodded.

That got his reluctant curiosity going and left him torn between getting a look at what he hadn’t yet seen or waiting a little longer for the scars to fade.

He hadn’t chosen a side by the time Edge decided for him, “It’s fine, love, have a look if you want.”

The doc obligingly stepped back and let him take a peek at what the cast was hiding. Even if the freshly healed breaks weren’t still chalky-rough, he would have been able to pick them out of a line up. He knew every scar on Edge’s bones, knew how they felt beneath his fingers, knew which ones were sensitive and which had little feeling to them at all.

Edge was right, they weren’t bad, all things considered. Tori must’ve poured on the healing because the scars weren’t much more than hairline fractures. A lot of hairline fractures, too many, and Stretch blinked hard, turning away to flump back into his chair. Way too many fucking scars, his leg must’ve been…it must’ve…

He probably wasn’t hiding his upset very well, his poker face wasn’t up to standards these days, because the doctor said, gently, “He’s healing very well. A few more weeks and he should be able to resume his normal routine.”

They both seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer from him, so Stretch slumped back into his chair and muttered, “that’s good.”

He pulled out his lighter, flicking it absently through his fingers, listening to the rhythmic clicking of metal against bone as the doc stepped up again.

Pretty quickly Edge was Velcro-ed into a sort of boot that went up to his knee and sternly told not to stand more than two hours at a time, ice it at night, yadda yadda, it was all on the instruction sheet. He went from crutches to a cane and they’d be sending him one of those knee scooters for when he went back to the Embassy. That was a photo opportunity waiting to happen.

The ride home was a lot less eventful. The only other person on the bus for most of the trip was a Human that Stretch only knew in passing and they were eating a sandwich so aggressively that Stretch was afraid to get too close, lest he get sucked into the chomping vacuum.

Edge didn’t talk and Stretch kept busy on his phone, ignoring the quiet of the bus around them. Stretch usually wore headphones when he rode the bus, he had about fifty different podcasts he listened to and Cabinet of Curiosities just released a new one today. He didn’t feel like listening right now though and if anyone told him an hour ago he’d be missing Beatrice’s chatter, he’d have told them to retune their Ouija board.

The only real transfer was from the bus proper to the New New Home shuttle and they were the only Monsters on it except for the driver.

“hey, angela, you know why you’re the best driver?” Stretch asked cheerfully when they got to the stop. He didn’t wait for her to answer. “it’s ‘cause you’re so good at telling people where to get off!”

Angela rolled her eye, “Sans told me that one last week.”

“of course he would,” Stretch sighed, “sans is never short for time when it comes to a joke.” That one got him a chuckle from Angela and a sigh from Edge as she shooed them out the doors. Before he could take so much as a step towards home, Edge had him by the arm, tugging him over to sit on the nearby bench.

“wha…you okay?” Stretch blurted. The anxiety that was slowly easing ramped it back up to high. As far as he saw, Edge was walking pretty well with his new gear, but maybe— “is it hurting, do you need to rest a minute? i can call the doc, hang on…”

Edge gently stopped him from scrambling for his phone, shaking his head. “I’m fine, love. I’m more concerned about whether you’re okay.”

It would’ve been easy to tell him yep, sure, 100%, doing great. Dig up another 100-watt smile out of his reserves in a lie that Edge wouldn’t believe. Instead, he slumped, leaning against Edge’s side and letting his skull drop on his shoulder. “can’t fool you, huh.”

“I don’t want you to fool me,” Edge told him. He reached up, his gloved fingers gentle against Stretch’s cheek bone, his jaw line. “I want to know when you’re upset. Even if I can’t really help, I at least want to know.”

Stretch sighed heavily. “i’m okay. no, really,” he insisted when Edge made a skeptical sound. “i’m just…i don’t like to see you hurt.”

Edge shifted and there was the light touch of a kiss being pressed to his skull. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t really like being hurt. I’ve been injured in the past, you know that, but this is my first experience at being off my feet for so long and I hate it,” Edge said, frankly. “I don’t like not being able to go through my normal routine, whether it’s my work at the Embassy or simply baking bread, I don’t like being—” he hesitated, then, softer, “vulnerable. I don’t like feeling as if I can’t keep you safe.”

The last was said at a mere whisper, a confession Stretch hadn’t expected, and he sat up, wrapping both arms around Edge and held him tight. They sat like that for a while, arms around each other with spring sunshine pouring down over them and Stretch loved him, so, so damn much.

He could hear someone walking up the street, probably heading to wait for the shuttle, and Stretch reluctantly drew back, pausing to press a light kiss against Edge’s cheek bone. “welp, you’re a couple steps further along in getting back on your feet, anyway. what’re you gonna do first?”

He was kinda expecting a shower. Edge never complained but it was hard not to notice that he didn’t enjoy wrapping up in plastic like last night’s leftovers. But Edge was packed with the unexpected today so Stretch was a little surprised when he said, “I’d like to work on my garden. Spring planting isn’t for a little while yet, but my perennials will be coming up and I need to clean out the winter detritus.”

Yeah, okay, that sort of made sense. May as well get as dirty as possible before hitting the suds. They made their way back to the house, a little slower than Stretch’s preferred pace but not by much. Stretch went in the house and aside from Edge taking him on a quick field trip outside for an informational lecture on the different flowers that were already starting to spring out of the ground, he left his honey to get to the gardening. And if he was keeping an eye on the clock to make sure Edge didn’t go over the two-hour mark, eh, Edge said from the start he was going to follow the doctor’s orders. Stretch was only helping him keep a promise.

It was closing in on an hour-fifty when the unexpected knock came from the front door. That had Stretch curious; Edge was in the front yard, any visitors would be bypassing him, so who would be coming specifically to see Stretch?

Welp. There was only one way to find out.

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