#{ im so glad to see you are still around!! ;A; }

[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

"Um wait what about-" Chaz spoke up, as he was in his usual outfit he stood as a flaw in that argument, only for Striker to close the shark's jaw with a soft sigh. "Him being wrong doesn't matter right now.." It was clear Striker was exhausted, massaging his temples.

"You got that right, I have half a mind to slam you into that table right this second.." The cowboy admitted crossing his arms, still glaring slightly "Yeah, probably for the best, your right..." Chaz agreed, scratching his neck a bit.

"More fun then being strongarmed into your schemes... Count y-your lucky stars OG none of us want to h-hurt you, least not enough to act on it.~" Robo noted, walking over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriends with a smile, Chaz chuckling and the faintest hint of a smile on Striker's face.

"Heh, your right, we don't want to drag this out, so let me make one thing clear.." Striker said lifting the tendril like arm off of him before walking up to Fizz, cornering him in his seat. "I am WELL within my rights to sick Ozzie on you due to our contract, as you don't get to treat me or my partners any different just cause your the apple of his burning eye." Striker slammed his hand on the table hard enough it would have probably broken if he did it harder.

"I do expect an apology when we get back, and I also expect it to matter, I won't put up with protecting your ass if your still gonna pull this shit with me, and especially with them! I want you to keep that in mind. Remember that Fizz. I mean it. *sigh* Goodbye.." Striker added before straightening his shawl and bandana before walking his way out followed by his partners who waved goodbye to the Jester, leaving him alone.

Least for a second, a familiar chuckle echoing behind him. "Heheh I'm surprised he didn't pull out a weapon, he looked tense enough too. Remind me to recommend a deep tissue massage for him on that trip you planned~" If Fizz looked behind him, he would see two famliar blue skulls bouncing in the air in the corner of the cafe before the body they were attached to formed in blue flames, revealing Ozzie in his smaller form, smirking as he walke up and gracefully sat down across from his boyfriend, a tired albeit loving smile on his face.

"I really was quite panicked when I found you gone this morning, I intended to talk to you over breakfast, but I won't deny Im glad you took the initiative to work on repairing your relationship with them. I thank you for that Fizz." The sin said softly, seeming to be doing a good bit better then last night.

All three of them made a confused and somewhat offended expression, Striker narrowing his eyes "Got a few sticks of dynamite in the truck, those make smoke, want a taste of those...?" Still clearly pissed before Robo chimed in "And H-Helloo~! Ha-Have you seen your best fr-friends gangs styles? You don-don't get after them." Least for that point, Robo pointed out, since most of I.M.P seemed allegic to not wearing black somewhere

Striker and Chaz listened to the explanation of everything, at the end the cowboy huffing "Heh least your honest. Doesn't make up for it, not even close but its a start." Striker said, least giving credit where it's due, before Chaz pulled his boyfriends in close for a side hug.

"I think it's great! Haven't done a getaway like this with eachother and Ozz is pretty fun to be around! Should be a blast right guys?" Chaz said excitedly at least seeming more comfortable now, Striker grumbling

"If it's a base then fine. Your not off the hook yet, but your trying, I can give you that, just don't slack on the actual apology either." Striker said, seeming tired as well, bags under his eyes slightly showing just how bad last night was for him, Chaz nearly having the same too. Seems they didn't sleep too well.

"We'll go on it I feel, just don't skimp on you-your actual apology bro. As Strikes said. Now you just got to say all this to your boyfriend." Robo remarked, leaning into and wrapping his long arm around his partners as he gave a teasing smile at Fizz

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

���Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[greyedian]

MAN I'm seriously so sad about season 2. Bc I wish act 2 had the same emotional impact on me as it appears to have on so many others. But rn I'm just somewhere between unable to care and actively annoyed by some of those writing decisions. Seriously the more I think about it the less I like it.

[abirddogmoment]

Mav was put to rest yesterday. His spine injury was affecting his quality of life and he deserved to go without suffering.

I have a lot of things to say about my beautiful dog. He was funny, he was easygoing, he was versatile, he was charming. But mostly, Mav was beloved. He was loved from his very first breath until his last, and he'll be loved for a long time still. He was loved by everyone he met and by people he'd never get the chance to meet, and he loved the entire world in return.

He was the coolest dog in the world. We could've had a hundred years together and it wouldn't have been enough. But we fit so much love into that little dog, he was full to bursting. And that's something at least.

[daily-linkclick]

thank you everyone for following this blog for the daily doodles! i think i'll officially stop the daily doodles (for now) but i'll still be uploading doodles from time to time! i'm so happy to see a lot more link click fans on tumblr, and to see a lot more people appreciate the trio and the stories they touch :]

[b4kuch1n]

done with the current dip pen comm queue (just in time for another Nib Accident too lol. I’m learning how to take care of the tools as well) so uh! it’ll take me two days to get a replacement and get some other stuff done. which means slots will be available again this saturday!

[likemosaic]

@eritvita : "fuck them." from eritvita, to Seyrena! prompt: baldur's gate 3.

seyrena can drink to that and boldly does. indeed, fuck them. the ire from some disgruntled passing nord, drunk and stupid, is hardly as bad as facing a council of nordic windhelm nobles who think you're not worth the air you breathe. seyrena has become used to the vitriol, and though she does not revel in it, she simply...accepts it. their hatred directed at her means less hatred towards those in the grey quarter, means less of a chance for troublemakers to go looking for such trouble in that area of the city. better her than a dunmeri child.

still, to hear an old friend say it is comforting. seyrena toasts roland for his kindness and takes another sip, careful to not get too deep into her cups. the last thing she needs is to make a drunken fool of yourself.

"fuck them. but forget them, for now." seyrena has all the time in the world to think about hatred and prejudice for dark elves; for the moment, she'd prefer to catch up. her grin is toothy. it's been sometime since she ended her attempts at magical education at the college; moved home to riften, moved north again, gotten married, became a politician. roland's life has no doubt had surprises for him, as well. "tell me how you have been in the interim. you must be the archmage by now, hm?"

[moonsidesong]

nobody here really cares about my object show opinions im sure but just to toss my Coin Opinion into the Hat Internet. feel like its weird to try and paint cabby as wrong for spending so much time taking notes on people when it was established not too long ago that she cant remember most things if she doesnt write them down

[chisungie]

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[gayafsowhat]

Anyone want to be mewtuals... We could commit word crimes together (share and beta our fanfics)...

[rainyyday-box]

Aren’t you an interesting thing? You look like that loud, unbearable, green playgrounder.. but… not. You are FAR more bluer and seem to have a completely different outfit… what.. are you?

oh heyyy!! ive seen you around before! you seem very uhm. scary. i would say.

and to answer your question iiii am A Rainbox. hi :]

[pierregaslays]

i love lewis more than merc ever could btw

[evildemonclan]

the reckoning is already here