#//Just wasn't sure how to initiate it

[chxckandmxte]

Prompts For The Heavy Hearted (Angst) || Still Accepting

@hauntedrealityelectricboogaloo​​ sent: “I like having you around.  and not because of what you can do for me or give to me—  I like you.  I value you as a person.” / Helena

So much time had passed since the C-Virus attack on Tall Oaks USA, and then Tatchi in Lanshiang China months later. Despite her still being a member of the Secret Service, Helena would join him on a mission every now and then still acting as his partner just like they were back in twenty-thirteen, it wasn’t too often, but it was nice whenever that did happen. Sitting in Colorado, at a different bar rather than the one that had been shot up with him and Chris in it, Leon was sat at a table in silence, by the window like he always preferred, enjoying himself cold glass of Captain Morgan rum on the rocks.

Leon was in deep thought like he always whenever alone at a place like this, as sad as it was, bars and pubs, were Leon’s places of comfort as of late, it had gotten so bad, to the point where the agent couldn’t even stand being in his own apartment just because he was alone, behind closed doors within the blonde’s place of residence -- he actively avoided being home, why? because he didn’t trust himself, and for some reason, at home, was where his thoughts were the loudest.

Even if he was out at a bar by himself, at least he was in a public place with other people around, he wouldn’t do anything to himself when he was in the publics eye, which was probably the only place he truly felt safe right now. When your home felt more like a prison, that how you knew, that someone really hit rock bottom, so he would use any excuse to keep himself from going home too soon, often staying out until late, and only returning home once he was ready for bed  after the booze knocked him out-- a constant and sorry routine that he was painfully used to by now, every single day, was exactly the same and he hated every minute of it.

After slamming back the rest of what was in his glass, Leon was quick to refill his glass, the square-shaped ice cubes clamoring against the rims of the cup as it began to rise with the pouring of the liquor and stopping at the top. Before he could take another swig, Leon heard a familiar voice call out to him -- it was his old partner, Helena Harper. When did she get in town? he had no idea she was in, if he’d had known she was coming, he would have fixed himself up a bit, and choose not to go deep into a bottle -- needless to say, Helena seeing him at his lowpoint, was both embarrassing, and humiliating -- there was a reason he isolated himself, to save whatever small shed of dignity he had left, he never wanted anyone close to him knowing that he was so miserable -- much to his dismay, it was already far too late for that.

[{ ☣ }] - “...Helena?! -- What are you doing here? Did Hunnigan send you to find me?”

Unfortunately, she was already here now, and as much as he wanted to, there was no way he could hide from her this time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed of himself. Just what was she doing here? While a little hesitant at first, Leon let her sit with him at his table, not really sure what else to say, he was caught in the act, with no excuse to cover up his misery. After some general catching up, Helena appeared to finally get to her reason for showing up, and what came next, was unexpected, apparently, she had something important to tell him.

The words coming from her lips, caught him even more by surprise, did she really come all this way, just to tell him all this? Why? He was flabbergasted -- speechless. The DSO agent was already half-drunk, how was he supposed to deal with this? -- not that it was a bad thing of course, he was just expecting a quick check-in and then she’d be on her way, that was how it had been with the others in his life recently -- maybe he was just good at hiding his pain -- even if that were the case, there was no keeping a secret from Helena, not when the evidence of his downward spiral, was sitting right there in front of him in the form of a bottle of liquor. Not long after, he felt a warmth in his chest, a feeling that had become foreign to him due to all the drinking he’d been doing, gentle words that he’d never heard from pretty much, anyone in a very long time -- words that were very much needed. 

Blue eyes finally move up from his full glass of rum, and center on Helena, finally able to gather up all the words for his response to her, lips part momentarily, but stop out of slight hesitation, before he’s able to shake it off and finally speak. Regardless of his struggle to find the words, from the expression on his face, it was clear that he was truly grateful to hear what she had to say.

[{ ☣ }] - “...Helena. Did you...come all this way just to tell me that?” 

Kind words that gave him much needed comfort, but the question remained, was that all she had to tell him? Or was there something else she was trying to say? It was hard to tell really, if she had more to say to him, he hoped she would just get it all out now while he was still sober enough to understand and process all of this.

[{ ☣ }] - “Or is there.. more to it?” He couldn’t tell if he was just too buzzed and was getting the wrong signals, or if there was a deeper meaning to what she was saying, either way, Leon, was truly appreciative for her kind words.

[townofcadence]

The first time you change, do you even Remember how to be Human? Do you really really believe you can be again, once you've opened a door you can't close?

[vanmarkus]

Wip Wednesday 🎄

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon and @rainbow-nerdss mwuah 💛

Welp a little later than usual but here I am! And uh apparently I added another Christmas fic to the pile because why not lmao but it's just a real short one and I'm aiming for it to be posted this week. 🫡

He was just about to decide what kind of disgustingly greasy takeout food to order, when the door clicked open behind his back.

He turned to see— Eddie. Because of course it was Eddie.

“Hey,” he said gently, shutting the door behind himself and Buck knew it was a little irrational right now, but it still warmed his heart that Eddie came and went like this; that he knew no matter what, he was always welcome here.

“Hi.” Buck gave him a weak smile over the brim of his beer bottle, unsure of what to expect.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Why, did uh did I not seem okay?” Buck scoffed, just falling short of casual.

Eddie averted his gaze almost guiltily before pinning Buck with a knowing look. “No.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Buck took a long swig of his beer with a grimace.

“You know it doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Uh no, Eddie, I really don’t know that.” Buck drawled and put the bottle down on the counter top with a loud clink.

“Bu—”

“Eddie, you’re leaving the 118. That- that literally changes everything!” He spread his arms widely, as if he could indicate just how much of that everything covered.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie

[autumnrory]

i rmr when all the initial meta around endgame was coming out people were talking about steve being depressed and whatnot and it's like well yeah but he's BEEN depressed, like he woke up alone in this century and he kept going, now i can understand it being worse this time after finding a family and getting bucky back and losing them all except of course that's not why endgame steve was on about so like......the people writing meta were trying to connect these things that of course weren't really there on screen because that simply wasn't our steve

but i think it really could've been SO interesting to see this is the thing that finally makes steve stay down like he's lost so much and he just CAN'T keep fighting like i get some people think that's what they were going for but considering the ending......it's really not. and so i'm just thinking about a version after iw, maybe he gets some of the thor treatment except not turning his depression into a dumb fatphobic joke lol and maybe nat and others are trying to get through to him and it just doesn't work and then we get some flashbacks (which you could have done for all the original avengers actually which would be particularly important for bruce and nat and clint who did not have their own trilogies) including his mom telling him "you always stand up" and THAT being the thing to finally get him moving like it would've been such a perfect way to finally show sarah rogers some respect and ACTUALLY show steve really struggling instead of whatever they tried to do with him in that movie

[kuromi-hoemie]

i love nuance, i love learning, i love knowing how something fundamentally works

[briefcasejuice]

l'eclisse (1962) / dir. michelangelo antonioni

[bookshelf-in-progress]

How many times do I have to learn the lesson that I should start the story when the story starts instead of trying to tack on introductory worldbuilding?

Seriously. My instincts about when to start the story are almost never wrong. But I always assume the first scene in my imagination requires set-up that people outside of my imagination don't have. So I tack on an intro to set the mood and to set up the plot and characters and world. And it's boring. When I should have just started where I wanted to start so I could weave explanations into a scene where things are actually happening.

[afternoonblues]

alright. just finished watching kny's hashira training arc season and with that BANGER of a final episode, let's just say, even though i regret not going to the theatres for the mugen train movie release here in my country, i will definitely be there for the infinity castle arc trilogy. you will find me at the theatre all pumped up for sure. i'm not missing any of it, alright?

[lieutenantselnia]

Internet archive I love you❤️❤️❤️

[theha1r]

@starsweepers liked for a starter!

"okay, kiddo." steve started, an almost serious look on his face. he holds up two little bottles, nail polish - the sparkly kind to be exact. "what're we thinking for the nails tonight? pink or purple?" and by 'the nails' he meant his own of course. he had no qualms about walking around with sparkly pink or purple nails, especially if it made dawn happy. "and y'know what? we can do yours with the other color so we can be matching."

[goyurim]

exceptionally talented girls are on tumblr oversharing about their mistakes in the tags

[queen-scribbles]

Chin or hush from those prompts for any wayhaven couple you so choose 😊

Chin for Kasey/Mason, with a bonus of Kasey & Adam brotp. :D (Hush is here with Janine/Felix)

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There were times Kasey wondered why she bothered with combat training. For all her eyerolls whenever Adam or Mason spouted off about supernatural superiority, they were... not wrong. Unfortunately.

She yelped and just managed to dodge a swipe at her head. "Don't actually hit me, you--"

Adam caught her wild swing back, letting her hand drop soon as he stopped the attempted hit. "You are thinking too much," he scolded. "While it's good to approach a fight tactically, you are trying to plan as if fighting another human."

Kasey crossed her arms and arched a brow at him. She'd take the lecture if it meant she got even a teensy break, but not without a little pushback. "And what, the rules don't apply?"

"No," Adam said, mirroring her stance. "Not when the difference in ability is so severe."

"Thanks for sugarcoating it," she snarked.

" I believe I have known you long enough to note you dislike being coddled, but I can put it in even harsher terms if you prefer," he retorted. His expression softened fractionally. "It does you no good to underprepare, Agent."

"Isn't everything I do underprepared for dealing with the supernatural?" Kasey growled in frustration as she raked hair out of her face. The shiny new title made her lack in certain areas sit even heavier in her thoughts.

"That's why you have us," Adam said. "To support you, protect you, train you."

"I'm shit at fighting anyway, Adam. Even before you throw in all the supernatural benefits." She smacked the back of her hand lightly against one of his massive biceps. Though those were probably hard work more than anything.

"Which is why you train." He let his arms fall, hands swinging at his sides. "You will not magically improve without practice. Returning to my initial point; you cannot try to plan your fight with a supernatural as you would a human--watching for patterns or tells. You will have to trust your instincts. Even that may not be enough--"

There it is, she thought dryly.

"--but it should at least buy you time. Now." He squared his shoulders. "Try again."

Even with the pep talk, such as it was, Kasey didn't manage to land a single hit over the next half hour. She came close a couple times, but didn't actually make contact. Adam landed every light tap (and held a few back from contact) aimed at her. He finally called it when she cursed with yet another miss.

"Finished rubbing it in?" Kasey panted, beelining for her water bottle.

He chuckled, the bastard. "You are improving, Kasey."

"Says the man who hasn't even broken a fucking sweat," Kasey groused.

"I said you were improving," Adam shrugged, "one of the benefits to age--few opponents are a challenge."

"Yeah, yeah," she huffed. "Go... beat up an elephant, or something else big."

Adam shook his head, but he was smiling as he turned to leave. "I will see you later, Agent."

Kasey grunted an affirmative, mid-swig from her water, and watched him go. She couldn't help being annoyed at herself, despite his encouragement. She knew being human limited her going up against supernaturals. She knew there was only so much she could do to minimize that, short of becoming a vampire herself. Didn't make it any less annoying to get handed her ass in a fight, she mused, eyeing the training equipment scattered around the room.

With a final deep drink from the water bottle and swipe at her face with her towel, Kasey pushed off the bench and strode for the punching bag. She had improved enough to know how to throw a decent punch in a few different ways. She practiced all of them, unleashing a salvo against the bag until she sensed a presence behind her.

"Adam said you were done."

She suppressed the instinctive flinch and skipped heartbeat at unexpected company, throwing on a smirk before she pivoted. "Aw, sunshine, you miss me that bad?"

"Yeah," Mason said with a shrug, and the casualness of it put her on her back foot for a moment before he matched her smirk. "You're more fun than anyone else around here."

"Felix will be crushed, but right back atcha," Kasey winked.

"So, if you wanna keep working up a sweat, why not do it with me?"

She huffed a wry laugh, stumbled a little when the punching bag swung into her back. "That would be more fun..."

Mason studied her for a moment, raking one hand through his hair. "Why are you still here? Beating people up has never been a special interest of yours."

"I dunno," Kasey shrugged, "just felt like I need more practice for my new line of work. Beating people up seems to happen a lot."

"Only since we met you, sweetheart," Mason snorted.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, debating the next part. "I want... I want to be better prepared. For the future." She ducked past him to start collecting her stuff, the words not ones she wanted to say looking him in the eye. "If going to toe to toe with supernaturals is gonna happen a lot" --she suppressed a shudder at the thought of Sin. Of fucking Murphy. --"which it seems to, I'd like to at least sort of hold my own. Even as a poor little mortal."

Mason was at her side, catching her arm, as she headed for the door. "Kasey."

She puffed out a sigh, ruffling her bangs. "...I didn't hit Adam one bloody time through the whole thing, didn't dodge him once, either." Shoved open the door to start down the hall. "If I can't even manage against a friend and teammate who's trying to help me train--"

Mason snorted, easily keeping pace. "Sweetheart, if beating Adam in a fight was the bar for joining the unit, none of us would fucking be here. He's nine hundred year old and his idea of relaxing is kicking my ass or Nate's ass or someone's ass."

"That's my point, though," Kasey said, lightly kicking the wall as she walked. "I don't need to beat him, but not even one hit, Mason. Not one. If I can't do that with stakes as low as a training match, what happens with something more serious?" She leaned against the wall near her door. "Do I even belong here if you guys are gonna have to keep an eye on me every single fight?" She rubbed the faint scars on her wrist.

"You say that like I mind keeping an eye on you," Mason smirked, letting the tip of one fang show as he bit his lip. But the flirtation vanished and he stepped forward, distractingly close, trapping her against the wall. He hooked a finger under her chin to tip it up, his thumb brushing light arcs over her jaw. "And of course you belong here. Hell, at this point I don't know how we'd cope without you."

"So you've said," Kasey mumbled, trying very hard not to let her thoughts drift to the sentence that had followed that statement before.

"And I don't like having to repeat myself," he said, faint rumble of a growl on the words. "Just because you're not as good in a fight as Adam doesn't mean we don't need you. But if you need something to distract you from bullshit doubts..." his gaze dipped to her mouth and back up as he smirked, "I'm happy to oblige."

"My hero," she deadpanned with a matching smirk and tugged him in by his shirt collar for a kiss. "You gonna help me get all sweaty again now?" she mumbled as her arm slid around his neck.

"The fun way this time, sweetheart," Mason promised, pressing close enough Kasey could feel his crystal digging into her chest. He slid his hands down her thighs and hiked her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

Kasey obliged, one hand groping for her doorknob as the other arm tightened around his neck and she kissed him again. "I'm holdin' you to that, sunshine."

Mason just chuckled and sucked a hickey at the base of her throat as the door finally yielded to her blind attempts and they all but tumbled into her room.

He was, per usual, as good as his word.

[the-busy-ghost]

No need to worry, the screams of fury emanating from her room are just because she made the terrible decision to read someone else’s list of the ‘100 Best Classic Fiction Works in English’

[sysig]

*Shoots you with Point of View gun* (Patreon)

[pyrriax]

hey guys im back at it again with the horrible levels of s4 zam brainrot. um.

did i manage to somehow make this song about him in my head? yes! yes i did. and i cannot be normal about it.

[dutyworn]

                                            @parameddic    /    cont. from ↷

She stirs at something poking her in the back, quickly alert at at the painful strain of her arms. Her head, as well, is pounding.

‘Nancy?’

The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but Wren can’t place it. She’s lying down, hands tied behind her back (explains the strain  ⸺  the backs of her wrists against each other, someone knew what they were doing).    ❝ Sorry, ❞    she says, voice thick; she clears her throat.    ❝ Not Nancy. ❞    She doesn’t know who he’s referring to. Where does she know that voice from?

More urgently, where are they? Gauging herself in the dark, stuffy air, she assesses her body limb by limb  ⸺  head and torso hurt, the latter likely from the strain of being tied up, the former from having been knocked out, but her legs feel relatively normal, and are free. It’s  ⸺  the small space, the vibrations: they’re in a moving vehicle. How the hell did she end up here? She doesn’t remember being attacked  ⸺  whoever’s done this must’ve caught her sleeping, or been really good & managed to surprise her. Gods, she hates how much more vulnerable she is, in this version of Detroit. If she had her omni-tool, she could get them both out of this within minutes. If she had her gear, if she were working within an environment familiar to her, she wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with. She’s more angry than she is frightened.

❝ My name is⸺ ❞    she catches herself, about to go with Shepard rather than her first name. Old habits die hard, and while her gut reaction isn’t to state her rank, anymore, she has to consciously lead with her first name, rather than her surname.    ❝ I’m Wren. I don’t remember  ⸺  are you hurt? Can you get free? Do you know what happened? ❞    Her questions are asked in the order of priority.

Her fingers bump into his as she twists in her restraints, pushing against pain. Whatever is going on, working on freeing her hands is essential: else she can’t help him or herself. Fucking zipties, really? The plastic digs into her wrists, drawing blood, as she tries to force against it enough to twist the position of her hands as to have more leverage with the insides of her wrists together, rather than the outsides.

She freezes when their surroundings lurch. There’s a moment of nauseating sway, the faint noise of metal creaking, creaking in a way she knows from when she... No, it’s not the sway that’s nauseating; it’s her body knowing what’s causing it, before her conscious thought.

She knows the noises a metallic vehicle makes, adjusting to water around it.

Oh, fuck...! OK, fine, she’s frightened, now.

❝ We’re in a vehicle of some kind, ❞    she states, tone calm, but body tense.    ❝ I think we’re in a body of water. Sinking. ❞    She twists her left hand violently enough to groan from the pain, working her own blood as a lubricant to slowly keep rotating it into a better position.