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“I’m not one hundred percent sure about this…”

Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.

“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.

The questions followed in their wake.

“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?”
“Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?”
“Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?”
“How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”

“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”

“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.

Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”

“Oh you villains,” Harrison replied, reaching up to straighten Syx’s tie with a mischievous grin. They’re about to walk into a room full of Metro City’s rich and powerful, and he wants the other blue man to look perfect. “So predictable.”

“Are you sure I look okay?” Syx fretted and grinned nervously, “I still have no idea what to say to these people.”

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in. It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on. For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable. “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him. He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder. The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles. “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed. Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

Harrison moves his hands up to rub the back of Syx’s neck, then up to his giant blue head. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never kissed another blue man in our bed.” He’s pleased to see Syx relaxing under his touch, both physically as muscles loosen and emotionally. He adds a soft kiss to the top of the other blue man’s head.

Syx hummed, “That might,” enjoying the touch and attention. His eyes closed as he nestled into Harrison, “Mine,” he sighed possessively as he ran his fingers over the other man’s sides. His mind wandering is his exhaustion, half asleep as he lay there. Flitting around chaotically, settling on one of the dilemmas he faced, “I don’t think I can keep doing it this way. But it can’t stop either.”

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YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”

It was neat that he brought his umbrella along with him on his stroll just in case, suspecting the bright day wouldn’t last very long. The rain came in and it was his queue to crank open up his umbrella and raise it above him so it now kept him safe from becoming soaked. And the man now next to him. Since he slid towards and made sure he was covered from the displeasing weather. He responded to his thanks with a kind smile. And walked along with him. “Not a problem.”

Syx whipped a bit of the water from his face, he was soaked through. His leather jacket only having done so much to block the downpour. He eyed the strange man, not really sure about him. Syx kept his shoulders back, in a confident self-assured pose. He wanted to ask about who and what the strange man was, after rejecting several approaches he settled on, “So who are you anyway?”

His smile faded a bit but still showed that he was content with the other alien beside him, kicking the puddles they passed and kept his gaze in front of them as they walked. “Ooooh I’m just…a newcomer to the city exploring around. It is surely gorgeous here.” He answered following with a chuckle. “But i defenintely know who you are. And well…it’s strange, but nice to meet you.” He said now looking at him with a bright smile returning.

Syx gave him a look, “There aren’t very many people how would be,” he frowned not sure what part of the game this man would be on or if he was neutral, “And it’s not gorgeous, Metrocity is full of coruption and rot,” there were some beautiful parts, some people that shone like beacons, but most days it was hard to see it.

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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out. More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in. It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on. For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable. “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him. He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder. The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles. “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed. Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.

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Source

These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”

The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.

In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.

Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”

The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”

Actual tears.. hnngh

Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.

where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang

This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.”
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More about BACA, from their site

My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af

They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.

What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???

NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.

it’s back! I will always reblog BACA

BACA is wonderful. And they make sure to monitor their own: they always work in pairs to ensure that no one is ever left alone with a child, and they have a pretty lengthy trial period before someone is officially allowed in the gang to demonstrate that they are fully committed.

Great organization.

This is fantastic.

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“I’m not one hundred percent sure about this…”

Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.

“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.

The questions followed in their wake.

“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?”
“Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?”
“Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?”
“How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”

“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”

“It’s not always that bad,” Harrison chuckled. “Sometimes it’s fun to hold court, be in the center of attention, have them hanging on my every word and admiring whatever I’m wearing. Sheldon calls me a peacock,” he adds confessionally, with a preening smile.

Syx could concede that, his blue companion seemed to live for being a fabulous spotlight, “Being the center of attention is nice but I prefer that attention to be though a separation of a monitor screen and a good ten miles. At the the very last on the other side of a large robot.”

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YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”

It was neat that he brought his umbrella along with him on his stroll just in case, suspecting the bright day wouldn’t last very long. The rain came in and it was his queue to crank open up his umbrella and raise it above him so it now kept him safe from becoming soaked. And the man now next to him. Since he slid towards and made sure he was covered from the displeasing weather. He responded to his thanks with a kind smile. And walked along with him. “Not a problem.”

Syx whipped a bit of the water from his face, he was soaked through. His leather jacket only having done so much to block the downpour. He eyed the strange man, not really sure about him. Syx kept his shoulders back, in a confident self-assured pose. He wanted to ask about who and what the strange man was, after rejecting several approaches he settled on, “So who are you anyway?”

(Umbrella thing)

The two had been star gazing when the clouds rolled in, too far from the invisible car to make it back in time. The water turning the cubed food back into its proper form and thus unfortunately abandoned in their dash back to shelter. Anna held the picnic blanket up over their heads, Syx laughing stupidly as he leaned against her. They were both getting soaked regardless, “You know this just means we’ll have to cuddle for warmth.”

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“I’m not one hundred percent sure about this…”

Syx tried his hardest not to cringe into Harrison’s side. He was used to the spotlight but from a safe distance. There was a reason that he kept himself separated from the populous through the use of projectors and broadcasts. He focused on keeping his mask of confidence in place with the certainty that the only person able to see through the act was the blue man at his side.

“If you want a financial interview Lawrence, set it up with my people. My companion tonight is a friend who is new to Metro City, his name is Mr. Blue and we’re both wearing Dolce. Otherwise I have no comment. Come on.” And he tugged Syx away from the cameras.

The questions followed in their wake.

“Mr. Blue how are you liking Metro City?”
“Mr. Blue does Wayne Drake-Scott know you’re here tonight with his husband?”
“Mr. Blue are you the supervillain Megamind?”
“How do you feel about breaking up a marriage with children involved?”

“This would be so much easier if I could wave a gun in their faces,” Syx breathed softly out of the corner of his mouth, “How do you deal with this?”