May 2012
is that it was supposed to be untouchable and stupid and harmless
they were supposed to be these fucking B-listers that nobody really cared about who were good for comic relief and the occasional plot point, these stupid guys who existed in their own little world away from this dark bone broken bullshit the main characters always get sucked into
they were supposed to be so fucking light and funny and happy and okay and harmless
and it just it all fucked up it got torn down, this untouchable fucking thing, I don’t know, there are some things you think are too…harmless to be wrecked
you wouldn’t think a guy as goofy as booster could get so sad and that’s what kills me
For me, the saddest part is that Booster is the one that got left behind.
Ted would have managed on his own. He would have been sad, yeah, but he wasn’t in the superhero business for the same reasons, and wouldn’t have been so utterly alone as Booster was.
Actually, I lied.
The saddest thing to me about Boostle, the thing that hooked me in and never lets go, is that all that time they were friends Booster was so worried about losing Ted that he never told him how he felt.
And then he lost him anyway.
YOU KEEP REBLOGGING AND YOU KEEP MAKING IT WORSE
I am. And I’m kind of doing it on purpose.
fun fact tumblr user rurone is a bad person
guys please stop
because tonight was just supposed to be a normal night then suddenly i was assaulted with boostle feels and i am so tired and period-y and im just about to cry now so yeah
stop feeling feels and dragging me into these feels.
stop
it is raining outside too
i am so tempted to cry in the rain and just sit and just cry like some sort of cliche movie
and ill get a cold
but yeah no man ouch my chest im legit crying oh god fuck THESE TEARS WONT STOP EVER
remember when i was the one teasing people with boostle feelsremember long agowhy didnt someone stop me i was such a monster omg
HOW’S IT FEEL MOTHERFUCKER
boostle fandom is one of the only fandoms I can think of that would actively benefit from having a babysitter
is that it was supposed to be untouchable and stupid and harmless
they were supposed to be these fucking B-listers that nobody really cared about who were good for comic relief and the occasional plot point, these stupid guys who existed in their own little world away from this dark bone broken bullshit the main characters always get sucked into
they were supposed to be so fucking light and funny and happy and okay and harmless
and it just it all fucked up it got torn down, this untouchable fucking thing, I don’t know, there are some things you think are too…harmless to be wrecked
you wouldn’t think a guy as goofy as booster could get so sad and that’s what kills me
For me, the saddest part is that Booster is the one that got left behind.
Ted would have managed on his own. He would have been sad, yeah, but he wasn’t in the superhero business for the same reasons, and wouldn’t have been so utterly alone as Booster was.
Actually, I lied.
The saddest thing to me about Boostle, the thing that hooked me in and never lets go, is that all that time they were friends Booster was so worried about losing Ted that he never told him how he felt.
And then he lost him anyway.
YOU KEEP REBLOGGING AND YOU KEEP MAKING IT WORSE
I am. And I’m kind of doing it on purpose.
fun fact tumblr user rurone is a bad person
pollums a réagi à votre photo : WHOA WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME DOWNTON ABBEY WAS…
I LIKE YOUR DEFINITION OF “INTERESTING”
polly this is tumblr interesting always means gay
Sometimes I just imagine all my fandoms in one room, and everyone mingles and gets along fine.
And Boostle just sits in the corner, quiet, alone; everybody else forgets it’s there for the most part.
But suddenly it’ll just start wailing, and my other fandoms just have to pause for a minute and wait.
“Oh my God,” Ted said. “That’s…that’s my bed.”
“Mmfgh,” Booster replied.
“Come — come on, man,” he reached out for Booster’s shoulder to shake it. “I’ve been working for fourteen hours today. I just wanna go to sleep. Hey.”
Booster laughed. There was something so easy about that, about his laugh, a weird kind of safety and smug satisfaction as he reclined in Ted’s bed like he owned it. Sliding his hands down the sheets, he spread his arms out to either side of the bed but kept his hips facing the wall; his torso was a lazy twist.
Ted couldn’t help it. Call it scientific curiosity — his eyes traced the shadows draped over Booster’s clavicles, down between his pectorals, slid over his ribs and down one hip and onto his thigh. Idiot was buck naked in his bed, but something about his lazy contorted body hid the obscene things. He was all suggestion.
And that smile, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Ted muttered as he crawled on top of it, a thousand things were hidden in the shadows of that smile.
“I’m exhausted,” he reminded him, grazed his leg between Booster’s.
“I’m sure,” that smug fucking smile, close, too close, warm and— .
“Too tired for…” he said.
“That’s okay,” Booster said, and shit, this was too dumb for words, naked tanned blond fucking — underwear model, basically — pushing Ted into the bed with his hand and his mouth. He was lazy and beautiful, the way the lines of his jaw moved when he kissed his neck, up up to his temple where he smiled and trailed four points of his fingers over Ted’s shoulder. “Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You’re fucking unreal, you know that,” Ted said. He rolled onto his side and tucked himself against Booster. His slippers were still on. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah,” Booster said.
He drew patterns on Ted’s shoulder blades until he fell asleep.
so with all the boostle crying tonight i bit my lip to bleeding so DAMN it’s gonna be raw tomorrow BOOSTLE WHY ARE YOU
I’m laugh
