#!!!!! BRB DYING FOR A MINUTE

[indecisive-dizzy]

i hate puzzle games I hate puzzle games I hate puzzle games I hate puzzles games I hate

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

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[churipu]

I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo in another bout(bought?) of boredom, is streaming from the clinic again. His model dressed in galaxy print scrubs, blue crocs, lab coat with some random pins on the pocket, and his Bandana with the tails tied up to not get in the way.

The camera is following him as he moves about the reception area. Rambling off about different topics, every now and then answering a question sent in by the audience and chat.

A graphic of a cartoony Aligator Snapping Turtle swims past dragging a banner that Thanks 'Chompy' for $5 with a message 'You changed how you did things awhile ago, while it was subtle I still want to know why did you change?'

Leo pauses to stare right into the camera, like his brain stopped working, or was overworking itself to word the answer.

"Okay, so I didn't really think anyone had truly noticed. Not to say you guys are oblivious, just I didn't think I would have to explain this." He shifts while looking around the room, "So to those who might've not been here then, or watched the VODs... I originally went into this VTuber stuff as a BFE type. And for those who don't know what that means, Boy Friend Experience."

Leo takes a deep breath before continuing, "See, I didn't know what I was going to do for this, so I kinda copied the BFE type that I saw clips of, so flirting with the audience, pretending to be in love with the audience... that kind of thing. Then I got an actual crush, who became my boyfriend and it just felt awkward to keep that up." He walks over to his desk while talking, and sat down, "So I shifted my way of talking to you guys, and from there just left the flirty tone to when I'm around Thumper. Much to my siblings annoyance."

He lets out a laugh while shaking his head. "Though my usual way of talking is crafted to make you feel relaxed, less tense, and get people to listen to what I want to tell them." Leo gives the camera a smirk, "I used to call myself the 'Face Man' of the group, so I always tried to be a smooth talker, right up until I put my foot in my mouth, and told my Boyfriend I thought he dyed his hair... his hair is naturally white. I didn't believe him. I still don't get how I convinced him to date me!"

Leo has slumped in his chair with embarrassment, he looked about ready to fall out of his chair when the sound of a door opening could be heard. He sits up and faces the door. He mutes the camera mic, but not his.

"Hello, what can I do for ya today?" Pause to listen to who ever entered, "Okay, let me check." He grabs the work tablet and checks for something, "Well you're in luck. There's no one scheduled for the next few hours. So let's get you checked in. Oh give me a minute." Leo pulls out his phone to see if there's anyone to take over the stream, or if not what he should put on for the stream to watch.

"Hmm? Oh yeah... the schedule is very empty, and no one else was scheduled to work today, so I was live streaming... nothing really." The notification on his phone goes off. "And the stream will be watching a few meme compilations. So to the veiwers, enjoy the memes, and I'll be back in a bit!"

The stream cuts to a meme compilation of clips from different VTurtles! VODs and some from the Discord and Social Media. With a BRB sign propped up by River.

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Masterpost

Not much to say other than, no patient trying to sneak into the stream this time.

[reallylilyreally]

not to be predictable but breathe through the bruises for the 'send me a fic of mine'

BRB quick reread... (here)

My favorite scene

OH MAN. Ask my to pick a favourite child, why don't you?! Made particularly difficult by the fact that this fic doesn't really *have* scenes? There are some, but it's mainly just, like, visuals.

I ADORE all of the Bucks & Marge interactions we get in this one, the little snapshots of their deeply batshit, deeply domestic set up. And I love with all my heart the repeating motif of the phone calls between Benny and Johnny, and the bruises, obviously, but I think the winner has to be a tie between this:

The 100th outdo themselves, and are all milling around in the hotel lobby a good ten minutes before they need to leave for the church. Blakely looks like death, Hambone has the beginnings of a black eye and there's a conspicuous bite/bruise peeking out of Dougie's collar, but they're all there, dressed neatly and fully conscious. Small miracles. Mothers' sons. Brady adores them, it's unbearable.

Marge's side of the church is full of her family and friends. Buck's side is full of bomber crews. Brady and Benny take the front row, with Crank and Jack next to them, and it feels strangely right. Hambone sits down on Brady's other side, and elbows him in the ribs.

“Douglass is over there by the big drapes,” he says, very quietly. “You give me the nod and I'll give him the signal and he'll set them on fire.”

Brady turns to stare at him, for a moment completely lost for words.

“If you think we need to stop the wedding,” Ham says, deadly serious. “If you think we need to stop the wedding, or if Bucky starts to lose it, you give me the nod and Dougie will set the curtains on fire and we'll cut this whole thing off at the knees.”

There is so much going on in Brady's mind in that second that he can't decide what to say first. Benny seems to have no such problem, leaning over Brady and punching Hambone hard in the shoulder.

“I will cut you off at the knees,” he says, voice dripping with sincerity. “You leave this wedding the fuck alone, Hambone, or I will ruin your fucking life.”

It's the most vitriol Brady has heard from Benny since the last time they tangled with the RAF, and he's a little in love with him, just for a moment. Hambone looks sufficiently cowed. Brady turns in his seat, finds Douglass, and fixes him with a very sharp look. Dougie puts his lighter back in his pocket, and sits down. Brady resists the urge to put his head down on Benny's shoulder and weep. He used to be a pilot. Now he's a babysitter. Benny fixes Ham and Dougie with one last glare of his own, and then turns away from them both so that only Brady can see the way his shoulders shake with silent laughter.��

and this:

He speaks to Benny on Fridays. When the time comes for him to call, Brady’s passed Croz’s 72 hours by a fair handful, and he’s seeing things that aren’t there. It takes him three tries to get the number right, his fingers aren’t following direction. There’s the distant hum of a Mig in the back of his mind, he can see the trails out of the corner of his eye. He’s in the teachers’ lounge. He’s in America, he’s indoors, there aren’t any fighters. There aren’t any fighters. A whole wing’s worth of dead boys are sitting on the sofas with the maths department. The phone rings six times.

“Benny,” he says into the phone. His tongue feels thick and heavy, he can’t make his hands work well enough to put pressure on his bruises. 

“Jesus, Johnny,” Benny says, “Are you alright? Are you drunk?”

He’s so tired he feels drunk. Feels wasted. Feels like he might die. “Just tired,” he says. “Haven’t slept since I got back.”

“At all?” Benny sounds horrified. “Jesus, Johnny, it’s been four days. You haven’t slept at all?”

He shakes his head, and then realizes Benny can’t see him. “Don’t think so. It’s alright. I’m alright.”

“You sound like you’re dying, Johnny.”

He feels like he’s dying. “I’m alright,” he says. “Are you?”

Benny makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds a little like Meatball sneezing. “Christ. I’m fine! Not sleeping great, but I have slept. What the fuck are you doing?”

“Staring at the walls, mainly,” Brady tells him. He makes the executive decision to not tell Benny that he’s seeing things he knows aren’t there. He’s pretty sure Curtis Biddick is lounging by the coffee pot. “I think Biddick is here.”

“Jesus Johnny,” Benny says, yet again, and there’s a note of real panic in his voice. “OK. alright, listen to me, Johnny. Can you listen to me? Is there anyone in the room with you who you know for sure isn’t dead?”

Brady looks. “Yeah,” he says. “Pretty sure.”

Benny breathes out. “Alright. You got anyone there with you that you trust?”

“You’re not here,” Brady says.

“Fuck,” Benny breathes. “No, fuck, I’m not. Just… Just sit tight, Johnny. Find someone for me to talk to, give someone the phone.”

Brady does not want to go near the maths department. Tipper, the English teacher who was a paratrooper, is standing next to Biddick by the coffee pot, watching Brady with his one remaining eye, and he takes the phone as soon as Brady holds it out.

He leans against the wall and waits for whatever it is that Benny is going to do now. Eventually, Tipper gives him back the phone.

“You with me, Johnny?”

“Always,” he says.

Benny breathes out, a soft noise Brady usually hears in the dark. “Good man. Now, you do what Ed says, and get some fucking rest.”

“I’m sorry,” Brady tells him.

“Shut up Johnny,” Benny says, “Do what you’re told.”

Benny hangs up on him, and Tipper prods him with his cane until he gets up off the wall and makes his way to his room. He’s forced onto his bed, and handed the still unopened bottle of whiskey that Benny sent him for Christmas. 

“DeMarco says you have to drink at least a quarter of that,” Tipper says. “And if that doesn’t work I get to physically knock you out.”

Brady stares at him. 

“Which I was about an hour away from doing, anyway,” Tipper continues. “You look like you’re dying. Drink your whiskey, lie down, go the fuck to sleeHardest scene to write

Hardest scene to write

Ooh it's been a while, i don't really remember? I always struggle with endings, i never know how to wrap them up, and this one was definitely no different. It's really hard to work how to turn something into a romance when neither of the characters have any idea that they're in love!!

Favorite character to write in the fic

Gotta be Johnny, because he's so incredibly neurotic and so incredibly brave, and he just loves so hard, he loves so hard it nearly kills him.

Favorite dynamic to write in the fic

John/John, for sure. Big brother Bucky and little brother Brady, who take it in turns being the one who isn't fucked up.

Why I chose that title

I wanted something short and rhythmic and reflective of the central motif, so it was always going to be about bruises, and i threw a bunch of shit out into the ether and that stuck!

A fun fact about the fic

I did not ship this when i started writing it, and I wasn't sure if I was gonna have it resolve romantically until riiiiiight up to the last minute. I am now, obviously, fully obsessed.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 18: "Holy shit."

We're slowly working our way back! Do we think I can get back up to date in the next... 48 hours? Lmao.

Ship: none! Daggers being Daggers.

Warnings: Mentions of illness (but nothing graphic)

Do I need to start putting gifs here again? That was kinda a vibe.

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“Holy shit.”

The minute Maverick walked into the ready room and took in his team, he almost turned around and walked back out. They were strewn around the room in various stages of unwell, from Phoenix cradling the tissue box to Bob with his glasses off napping on the couch, then to Hangman lying on the top of the couch taking deep breath and across to Payback who was grasping on to the bottle of Gatorade in his hands like it was his lifeline. Fanboy and Coyote were nowhere to be seen but when Maverick opened his mouth to ask Hangman was stumbling off the couch into the nearby bathroom. The door slammed closed and Maverick grimaced.

“Why are you all here again?”

“Because it’s work,” Phoenix said, voice hoarse. She gently nudged Bob’s shoulder to wake him up but he flipped over to face the back of the couch. Maverick gaped at his team.

“Okay- okay. Everyone, please, go... home? Where is your self preservation- and where is Rooster?”

“Here, Mav.”

Rooster appeared in the doorway, pausing when he took in the rest of the team.

“Damn; what happened to you guys?.”

“Coyote’s with Bagman and Fanboy stayed home,” Phoenix supplied. She carefully lifted Bob’s legs to sit on the couch properly, leaving them on her lap. He glanced up to see if she was okay but she shook her head to reassure him. Coyote appeared from the bathroom and cleared his throat.

“Hey, Cap, uh... what’s new?”

Maverick sighed.

“Please don’t tell me you’re all hungover- except for you, Phoenix, and you, Bob.”

Bob didn’t respond, still half asleep, and Phoenix waved at her Captain. His head turned toward the bathroom door.

“What is wrong with Hangman?”

“You don’t want to know,” Coyote winced. Maverick looked between his team then gestured toward the door.

“Okay, well, let’s... get him home... Bradley what are you doing?”

Rooster was standing by Bob and Phoenix, a finger on either side of Phoenix’s nose.

“It helps with sinus congestion,” he supplied. That was all Maverick needed.

“Everyone go home... now.”

-

Hangman: how are we doing?

Phoenix: better than your bathroom

Phoenix: but that’s not hard

Hangman: glad to see you’re feeling better

Coyote: don’t act like you’re doing so hot Bagman

Payback: my stomach has officially been turned inside out

Fanboy: congratulations now mine wants to

Phoenix: oh btw Bob’s in the er

Phoenix: don’t tell Mav

Coyote: what??

Hangman: brb gonna go eject

Fanboy: what happened?

Rooster: I’m here

Rooster: what’s this about Bob in the er??

Rooster: why is bagman ejecting?

Phoenix: shut up my head hurts

Rooster: tash

Rooster: which er?

Phoenix: base

Rooster: okay I’ll go see him tonight

Rooster: does anyone need anything?

Coyote: I need to ask a favour

Rooster: that’s what I’m here for

Rooster: wait no that sounds wrong

Coyote: can you go check on Seresin?

Coyote: I got the stomach flu too

Rooster: gross

Rooster: I’ll make sure he’s only slightly dying

Rooster: Mav just said he can go see bagman so I’ll go to baby on board

Phoenix: tissues

Rooster: and get you tissues

Payback: gatorade

Fanboy: x2

Rooster: be there in a sec

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Knocking on the door, Maverick tried to brace himself for how gross it was going to be for the next half an hour. He’d been with Bradley through almost every stomach flu, cough, cold and random kid-illness during his childhood and into his teen years but it never got easier to deal with mostly because he was absolutely miserable the entire time.

When he didn’t get a response to the door knock Maverick called out, glancing in the window.

“Seresin?”

No answer. He wasn’t entirely surprised.

“Jake, I’m coming in.”

He reached into his pocket for the key Rooster had quietly given him without an explanation. Honestly, Maverick kind of felt like he didn’t need one; the Daggers had exchanged house keys when they first became a permanent squadron.

“Jake?”

Stepping into the apartment Maverick waited to hear any signs of life- if anything, he could hear what sounded to him like football reruns and he rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Where are you?” He muttered more to himself than calling out for Hangman. He glanced first at the couch and then sighed, heading toward the bedroom. Sure enough, he was passed out on his stomach under the blankets... sound asleep. He looked... better. Not great, but better. Maverick crossed the room, gently nudging his shoulder.

“Hey, kid, how you feeling? Is sleeping on your stomach a good idea?”

Hangman stirred, brows furrowing as he slowly moved. Maverick pulled the sheets back over his shoulders, keeping a hand on his back.

“Wha?”

Maverick snorted, kneeling by the bed. He stifled the wince when his knees popped and Hangman smirked, turning his head to raise an eyebrow at him.

“I feel better than your knees, apparently.”

“Javy was worried about you and by the looks of it, he may have been on to something. Where’s your water?”

“My bottle’s in the kitchen.”

“Wait here.”

Maverick got up, ruffling his hair. He heard the groan in response.

“I really don’t think I’m goin’ anywhere, Mav.”

With water in his system and toast ready for when he could stomach it, Hangman was looking a little less green and a little more cocky so Maverick made a polite (but swift) exit.

-

“Hey, Bobby. How are you feeling?”

Bob looked a little better too. Sitting up, glasses on and IV in his arm, he was slowly eating the cup of jelly in front of him. He glanced up and sent Rooster a soft smile.

“Roos. My head isn’t throbbing right now so I’m taking that as a win.”

“What happened, man?”

“I had a migraine but then the migraine meds didn’t work and I figured I should probably go to the hospital. I couldn’t open my eyes at all by the time I got here and my stomach was so unsettled but I managed to get a couple hours of sleep and the meds are working now.”

“That’s good. I was worried when Phoenix finally told us.”

“Ugh, I made her promise she wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda wish she’d mentioned it when you went in. Me or Mav would have come and sat with you in the waiting room.”

“I’m okay; what happened with Hangman?”

Rooster shifted the seat to be beside Bob’s bed, offering the book he’d swiped (purchased. Legally.) from the gift shop on his way over.

“He’s fine, Mav said he was bitchy so he must be feeling better. You look tired, man, should you be sleeping?”

Bob hummed, running a hand through his hair.

“Probably. Uh, the doc said I can probably go home tonight. Could you-“

“-text me when they release you and I’ll take you home.”

Bob smiled.

“You’re nice when you’re not having a dick measuring contest with Hangman.”

Rooster snorted, rolling his eyes as he stood.

“Don’t need to measure it when I know it’s bigger.”

Rooster winked as he headed out the door, making Bob groan as he buried his head in his pillow.

-

Maverick’s next stop was to Payback, taking Gatorade and soup he’d bought from the local deli that looked like it was the closest thing to homemade that could come out of the Daggers. None of them were particularly amazing cooks and it was a joke amongst them that they were never going to host a Christmas Day where they cooked it. Unlike Hangman who had been curled up in bed pitying himself, Payback was on his couch dozing with a trash can beside him and reruns of M*A*S*H playing on his TV. He let Maverick in and took the offerings gratefully but before Maverick could start a conversation he went back to his previous position and went back to sleep. Maverick couldn’t blame him; between checking on him, Hangman and Fanboy then talking to Rooster about Bob and Phoenix he knew whatever this bug was that had gone through everyone except his godson and Coyote was one for the books. Fanboy didn’t answer the phone but Maverick got a message from him saying he was on the mend; he was alternating between sleeping and playing Among Us with Payback, Phoenix and Coyote. Maverick had already told everyone that had been sick they were to take an extra day off but Rooster and Coyote were going to be helping him with training another team.

The pair moaned and groaned about it all day but by the end of it they had a collection of baby pilots following them around like lost sheep and they’d both been asked to coffee a handful of times- it wasn’t even on a date, they just wanted to talk about flying. Maverick hadn’t stopped laughing at the helpless look on both of their faces as they hid in the locker rooms. They’d begged for mercy but Maverick had just sent them to their next lectures and laughed all the way to his own.

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[seeking-elsewhither]

I'm running a few days late with the Chesterton Challenge. But I just finished Cheese, and I fear with each little scene I write, there is lesser and lesser substance in my works.

Anyways, I'm stubborn about completing it, so here's a little scene from Project Throne. This one is quite some time afore the happenings in this scene. Tagging @hiddenvioletsgrow, @igotthisaccountunderduress, @brb-on-a-quest and @inklings-challenge

Thank you for reading it!

The Falls

Yet another stone did Artanur fling to hop along the water before it drowned. Varefion sat staring up at the waterfall, leaning back upon his elbows. “Think you something strange might be found behind the falls?”

Glanweth looked up from where she sat with her feet in the flowing river. “You mean to say a cave?” Varefion nodded.

“Many a tale have I heard about hidden treasures found in places where the water flows freely.”

Artanur threw his last stone, flat as a slate and just as black. “There is always a chance for the tales to be true. We ought to climb and see for ourselves.”

“After we eat,” said Ruainath, kicking the water. “Ai, I am hungry beyond comprehension!”

“Then it is well that the food has been set out,” came Muirinde’s voice from afar, and they turned to see her calling them from the little knoll. “Come and eat your fill!”

With wet feet and soaked trousers they padded up the mound to where their friends sat underneath the great boughs of an old elm, grit clinging to the crevices between their toes. Gilfael beamed as they approached. “Artanur!” cried she with gleaming eyes, “Do you know what Mar has kept for us all?”

She did not wait for an answer but held above her head half a block of cheese. “It was made only this morning, brother!”

Ruainath groaned, clutching his stomach. “Do not wave it about when I starve so!” His lamentations made Varefion chuckle.

“You have ever claimed to starve, Ruainath, even if it has been a mere hour after a meal.” Ruainath threw a hand over his face.

“Ah, you have discovered my greatest secret! Whatever shall I do?”

“Oh, come and eat, all of you!” said Teraino with no little impatience, pointing at all the food that was laid out. “The bread gets staler with each passing minute, and the fruits shall grow over-ripe if we do not consume them presently.”

“Indeed?” said Artanur with a laugh, but they all did as asked of them and sat down to eat in the warm light of the dying sun.

[quodekash]

ah frick, i forgot what i was doing again and got distracted for half an hour finding out how many languages have the word for orange the fruit and orange the colour as the same thing, and it turns out most of them do and i think thats really stupid

WAIT APPARENTLY ITS BEEN AN HOUR AND A HALF SINCE I POSTED LAST?? WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING, I GENUINELY DONT REMEMBER

welp, either way, time to continue. i probably wont finish today

ENGLISH JUMPSCARE, JEEZ, I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT "good morning"

you spent half of it lost in a forest, but sure. whatever you say buddy

kiss. kiss. kiss. kiss. kiss. kiss. kiss. kiss.

HES SO PRECIOUS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

FHJEWKBSDG THE STICKY NOTES

BRB IMMA CRY REAL QUICK

THE FACE

THE FACE

THE SMILEY FACE

THE PRAN SMILEY FACE

AAAAAAAAA

AND THE WAY THEY KEEP SMILING AT EACH OTHER???

I AM DECEASED. DEAD. GONE.

I AM KICKING MY FEET AND SMILING AND CRYING AND DYING AND AAAAAAA

THEY FISTBUMPED

THEY FISTBUMPED

THYE FISTBUMPED

GIEJRHNGDSOJVBENRPDOIKGNL

YOURE KIDDING

this is the end of me. thats it.

im writing p'aof into my will

someone play Our Song at my funeral

imma head out and die rn

see y'all in hell

OH EW I SAID Y'ALL, NEVER MIND IM COMING BACK, NOT DYING TODAY, I NOW REGRET EVERYTHING IVE EVER DONE

AAAAAAAAAAA

THEYRE BOTH JUST SO PRETTY AND SO PRECIOUS AND I WOULD DIE FOR THEM

PFFFT

my favourite thing is the fact that (if my memory serves me correctly) patpran never actually told phutian that theyre dating, but it was like as soon as they stepped foot into the village their gaydars went off and they just immediately k n e w, and i love it so much

theyre just such dads

HHHHHHH

GUEORJBDG

THEYD BETTER FREAKING COME BACK

THERES NO WAY THEY JUST LEAVE ALL OF THIS BEHIND

THEY DEFINITELY COME BACK EVERY SO OFTEN, COMPLETELY UNANNOUNCED, BECAUSE I SAID SO

AFTER PRAN GOES TO SINGAPORE, WHEN HE COMES BACK ONCE A YEAR THEY GO TO THE VILLAGE FOR A BIT

MAYBE SOMETIMES PAT GETS LONELY WHILE PRAN'S GONE AND HE GOES TO THE VILLAGE FOR A FEW DAYS AND HANGS OUT WITH THE KIDS OR SOMETHING

I CANT TAKE IT IF THEY JUST DONT COME BACK SO THIS STUFF IS CANON NOW I DECIDED

KAMPUNG

MY FAVOURITE CHILD

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HIS NAO NONG DOLL EYE MASK???

DAMN OKAY THEN

YES

PLEASE DO

"think of this place as your home. you're always welcome here." YES. GOOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ITS NOT THE END OF THE JOURNEY

THEYRE COMING BACK AND THATS FINAL

THEY. ARE. DADS.

I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY????

they're gonna fu-

they're definitely gonna fu-

AND THEY SAID "OF COURSE"

THERE IS HOPEEE

well duh, of course he did

(there's this one tiktok i saw of a clip, and it has been the main driving force for me to finally watch this, (alongside wanting to finish before my friend), and the clip wouldnt have happened if phu didn't sign it)

NO BUT SERIOUSLY

WATCH IT

I HAVE WATCHED THIS ON REPEAT SO MANY TIMES THAT I DONT KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE

PFFFFTBAHAHAHAHAHA

THIS IS SO FUNNY OMG

THEYRE SUCH HUSBANDS AND BOYFRIENDS AND DADS I LOVE THEM

PLS ITS SO FUNNY

it honestly looks kinda like a horror film or smth

i just love them so much

you guys have literally had sex before, what do you mean a "closer look"

bro hes probably licked those abs before, what are you doing

PLS-

LIKE YOU'RE ANY BETTER?

I JUST LOVE MY DADS SO MUCH

ah frick im out of images again

IM TWELVE MINUTES THROUGH THE EPISODE AND IVE ALREADY USED UP MY 30 SCREENSHOTS FOR ONE TUMBLR POST, WHAT THE HELL

im making another one, ill be back, i promise

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend and while KR may try and very well might suck the joy out of the rest of this season I refuse to let her take away the joy of this last episode, so its song time!! And in honor of the lovely, poignant Chim and Ravi storyline this episode, I think we should talk about The Projectionist. Admittedly I honed in on this one because Chim's "hand it off" to Ravi gave me strong "we're leaving our shadows behind us now" vibes, but the closure they both got definitely felt summed up nicely by "makes us brave again". There start of this one made me think of Chimney Begins, and the "truth is heavier than fiction" struck hard for him and Ravi's story (which for some reason happened entirely off screen and was never mentioned 😠😠😠), so hope you enjoy this one too!!

Also no regrets on you roping me into 911!! Its been frustrating lately but its also has been gratifying seeing what a well thought out drama can be, especially in a wee woo show which normally wouldn't be on my radar. And like you said, we survived RNM and while I may have a lot to bitch about in these last 2 seasons, it hasn't reached that level of terrible with the incredible speed RNM managed it to. Actually now that I think of it all (Eddie getting sidelined reminding me of Alex, Buck's reconned growth being like Michael, BT drug on even though it was painful to watch exactly like you know what, the constant praise of L and inserting her where she isn't needed....) bestie I think I know where KR gets her "ideas" from (hopefully I didn't just totally corrupt our song post)!!

Oh I'm glad you've got a song for me because I am very busy trying to be "I do not see, I do not perceive" about this new woman but naturally no one ever tags for anything so the constant stream of "oh god, they're soooo cute together! She's soooo pretty! I don't mind if we don't get Buddie if he's with her!" (while knowing zero things about what kind of person she is beyond her looks. How very progressive and feminist of you 🙄)

ANYWAY, I started on a fic, wrote some smut for the first time ever, and I'm getting ready to go chill and work on puzzles and paint my nails. Agreed that this show still is able to deliver sometimes which is more than we ever got with RNM after that last episode of season 1 tanked things and never recovered, so at least there's that!

So in the spirit of focusing on the good stuff, lets talk about Ravi and Chim!

When I was young, I fell in love with story With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory The theatre lights dim and all goes quiet In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest

This is such a good song because it's all about the love of movies and storytelling which is SO good for Chim since we know he's a movie buff! I'm also thinking of little baby Ravi being so sick who probably spent a lot of time in hospital beds, watching movies and imagining being somewhere else. BRB gotta go cry about that for a minute. Also, the idea of falling in love with the last minute save and them both having jobs that are intense and they have seconds to save people, and how this show has a foundation of hope and that light shining through even when things look dark and hopeless.

When hands are tied and clocks are ticking An audience convinced: we're leaning in Holding our breath again Just when we thought the game was over The music lifts and our dying soldier lives And we breathe a sigh of relief we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.

This ties into the hope of the show too, of us the audience holding our breaths through these rescues and breathing a sigh of relief with the character when they pull off a save. But I'm also thinking about holding my breath through Ravi's story and how he thought he was pulling off this heroic save, but not only did he lose a child, he save the man that was trying to kill his kids. He didn't get to have that sigh of relief and he's still be holding his breath this whole time until Chim lets him know it's okay to breathe again.

I love that talk with Chim and Ravi and you're right it fits so perfectly with that last line, and learning to leave those shadows behind so they can work on saving the next one.

but even dust was made to settle and if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different? i guess we give what we’ve been given: a family tree so very good at giving up when we’ve had enough. though truth is heavier than fiction, gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape. and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave.

I love that line “even dust was made to settle/and if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different?” like, nature is pulling everything to settle and you need to accept it and let the shadow go and settle in the with dust where you belong. AND THEN!! You have that brilliant line “I guess we give what we’ve been given: a family tree so very good at giving up when we’ve had enough” like !!! That’s Chim!! He has this family that just gave up on trying to deal with him, and he finally, to protect himself, gave up on trying to reach out to them. And even now, we see that he’s trying to let the hurt go, but he’s not expending any more energy on that relationship. But compare that with Chim and his firefam and his job! He NEVER gives up! He pushes back against a bad captain to make sure Hen has a place, he pushes Hen and Karen because he knows how good they are for each other, he pushes Buck and Bobby, he goes after Maddie because he knows that she needs some space but she also needs to know that he is right there waiting for her when she’s ready.

Then of course you have that whole “truth is heaver than fiction” bit which strikes me as Chim having to pull back from the “movie” aspect of the job (something that inspired Buck to join as well and a lesson he also had to learn) because it’s not always easy to brush off when the perfect movie save doesn’t happen and a patient it lost. It’s not always easy when the one you save is the one that was hurting the one who didn’t make it. But facing that truth, letting it be heavy, letting it carry weight and learning to not let the weight drag you down, is what it means to be brave and do the job.

so we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now. we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now. and it makes us brave again and it makes us brave. we’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now.

I love this song, I just listened to it the other day and it was such a good one for this week! Chim and Ravi’s conversations really felt like them making the choice to be brave and leave those shadows behind and I love love loved seeing Ravi welcomed back to the firefam with open arms. This episode was a real highlight this season for me, so I’m so happy we got to talk about a song for this one. All the love for Chim and Ravi!

[fairly-linked]

I’m so mad 😭😭😭

I was going for the green gem in crash 1 where you have to get all the boxes without dying and I fucking diED LIKE 90% THROUGH THE LEVEL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I spent so much time being careful and I died to a fucking LIZARD

So mad rn

Literally spent 30 minutes being careful in that level

Brb, ugly crying—

[collectingtaylorphotos]

Taylor Swift receiving her third Video of the Year award at the VMAs and announcing her tenth studio album, Midnights, out October 21st!

[acearchivist359]

eiffel just gave hera a compliment and hera thanked him and he went “ah well you’re welcome” in the softest fucking voice and i think people need to talk about this more because wtf

[enbies-and-felonies]

CHOKING AND WHEEZING AND GASPING

[destinationtoast]

[source]

[thdvlwrsprd]

10 Minutes Ago･ﾟ✧

WHO: @thdvlwrsprd & @memoriesofkrypton WHERE: Rooftop, Penthouse WHEN: April 12th, 2021 WHAT: Three Year Anniversary

The bottom of the thin silver band was nestled into its navy blue velvet cushion. Tiny diamonds circled the highly durable tourmaline center stone in a haphazard and seemingly random pattern in a similar way that the stars danced around the moon in the night sky. The band was also littered with tiny tourmaline and clear gems; the stones were burnished into the band, to limit bumping or breakage. 

While the ring was undoubtedly beautiful to look at, it didn’t necessarily look as if it costed an arm and a leg to get. Anton had money — of course he did. 

Money was never the question nor would it ever be, but the price tag was more for its rarity and strength than anything. The detailing of the gemstone sounded ideal, especially for Kara and the chaos that seemed to follow someone of her magnitude. The last thing he wanted was for her to blast her hand through a wall and for the ring to disintegrate under the pressure, so as strong as the gem was already, Anton needed just a little bit more insurance. A few incantations and a hand wave or two should do it.

Polished and glistening to perfection, the ring lay dormant in its bed, the entirety of the box hidden away in the inner left pocket of Anton’s jacket. He could feel its weight there constantly as he moved to and fro between the rest of the penthouse and rooftop, as he set up the quiet, candlelit dinner. He’d thought against it, at first — romance was never his forte, though he had a knack — but after the last few months, something simple, intimate, and over-all peaceful sounded overdue.

His piano sat, uncovered, to one side. A small round table and two chairs were settled more in the center, off of the winding staircase. A glistening, clear vase was settled in the middle of the table and housed a single, red rose. Its petals were dotted with small beads of water that reflected the warm yellow from the fairy lights that encircled the tulle lined canopy. Despite the large instrument, there was a small record player already loaded and ready to play. All he had to set down was the needle. Dinner sat in a warmer he borrowed and champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. Honestly, everything looked perfect, especially with what little star light that twinkled from the dark sea overhead — he was just missing one more thing: the girl.

Anton’s dark brown dress shoes made little to no sound as he padded down the dark spiral staircase; Evangeline was already with Clark, so the penthouse was quiet save for Kara as she mulled about. It would come as no surprise if she already had an idea as to what he had set up, or stole a sneak peak or two, but he’d made no mention of it, so he was banking on at least an inkling of surprise. 

The ring felt insurmountably heavy.

He wasn’t nervous, not exactly, but he didn’t have the usual confident spring in his step. Instead, it felt like he moved through a thick haze or fog, slowly, as if he were watching himself walk through water. Instinctively he’d run his hand over his jacket, over the place where the ring sat nestled in its silence. Of course it was still there — he was worrying for nothing.

Pale knuckles connected with the dark wood door, the piece open just ajar enough to spot an ocean of golden waves. There was the suggestion of dressing up for dinner, nothing glitzy like the gala, but definitely something other than jeans, preferably. He forwent the usual getup of differing shades of black himself, opting instead for a getup consisting of a white button-up and navy blue, textured slacks. His tall figure was framed by a lighter blue toned jacket, a stark contrast to the shadows that tended to hide him. There was no tie to follow the button line down, though he kept the first few open and undone.

When his black eyes met her vivid and expectant gaze, Anton shared with her a soft smile. He supposed he would always be tormented by the role the good Lord created for him and by those who hunted him, but Kara helped to soften the impending nightmares and whispers in his ear — all she had to do was smile back at him.

Anton leaned against the doorframe and fondly looked her over a moment, his affection evident as he regarded her. “Ready for your surprise?”

[powdermelonkeg]

I do not get to name it

I clean up after it every minute or so

Oh GOD IT'S DYING BRB

Let me know how she works okay? Take good care of Epona

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