#“I Feel Cold”

[dangraccoon]

I Feel Cold

Week 1 ~ "I feel cold" ~

Word Count: 615 Content: sibling bickering, pre-epilogue, adult (early 20s) Omega, older (40s) CF99, Tech survives, but is partially paralyzed, Omega is a good sister, Crosshair is a brat, panic attack, nightmares

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Omega could hear her brothers bickering as she entered the house. She slipped her muddy boots off at the door and hung her soaked yellow jacket up as Batcher excitedly greeted her.

“I didn’t say I don’t think it could work,” Hunter grumbled, feet propped up on the living room table as he reclined in his chair. “I’m saying that it would be tricky.”

“Obviously, it was your tone that implied doubt of Tech’s brilliant plans,” Omega smirked, slightly mimicking Tech’s voice–much to his chagrin–as she leaned over the back of Hunter’s chair to peck a light kiss to his cheek.

Tech scowled, pulling his datapad from the side pocket of his repulsorlift chair. “The plan would be somewhat easy to execute; if Echo–”

Hunter sat up suddenly. All three of them suddenly focused on the stairs.

“It’s Crosshair,” he said. He grunted softly as he started to lift out of his seat.

“I’ll go,” Omega offered, waving him off. Hunter nodded with a grateful smile.

She squeezed Tech’s shoulder as she passed, his shaking hand tapping her’s lightly.

Omega took the stairs two at a time–a habit she’d picked up from Lyana–and dropped her bag at the door to her room. She poked her head into the door across from her’s, affectionately rolling her eyes as she was met with Wrecker’s snoring.

She tiptoed down the hall, skillfully evading each spot she knew would creak and groan. She came to Crosshair’s door, and pushed it open, cringing slightly as it whined on its hinges.

It didn’t wake her youngest brother, however, as he continued tossing fitfully in his bed.

She sat on the side of his bed, gently pressing her palm to his shoulder.

“Cross?” she whispered. No change. “Crosshair, you’re having a nightmare.”

She gently shook his shoulder and he gasped as he woke, sitting bolt upright, his breathing rapid and shallow.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, hands providing steady pressure on either shoulder. “It’s just me.”

“M-Mega?” he finally whispered, eyes finding her in the dark.

“I’m right here,” she answered, pushing warmth and comfort into the soft words as much as she could. “It was just a nightmare.”

Crosshair’s breathing didn’t slow. “I-I can’t–” he coughed harshly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Easy, easy,” she said, holding his flesh hand in hers and rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades with the other. “Can you tell me three things you can see?”

Crosshair blinked in the darkness, nodding towards each item. “Cu-curtain. Lamp-p. pr-prost–hand.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Three you can hear?” 

His breathing finally began to slow as he strained to listen. “Wrecker,” he scoffed, making her chuckle. “Rain ou-outside. Can hear Hun’er an-and Tech.”

She nodded, finally feeling the tension starting to slip from him. “Feel?”

“I-I feel your h-hand. Feel the rug, under my feet. I feel…cold.”

She smiled. “Well, that’s what happens when you leave your windows open during the rainy season,” she playfully nudged his shoulder as she got up to close them. 

“Didn’t used to be a problem,” he griped, wrapping his comforter around his shoulders. “Getting too old.”

“Oh, hush,” Omega laughed, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re still my little brother.”

Crosshair scoffed. “You’re still just a kid.”

“Woah!” she protested as she plopped back down onto his bed. “I graduated to ‘teenie’ five years ago!”

Crosshair shook his head. “That was a mistake; it’s gotten to your head.”

“Alright,” she grumbled, but her lips were still pulled in a wide smile. “Time for bed, grandpa.”

Crosshair dramatically clutched his chest as he let her push him onto his back. “You wound me, darling sister.”

“I would never, dearest brother.”

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[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[sergle]

ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE, people dropping mad mad sums of money on gfms and charities and stuff are extremely impressive but that DOES NOT MEAN that putting like $5 towards someone's fund or any good cause is any less valuable, a lot of crowdfunding is about momentum and those single digits add up super fast, you do not need to be Rolling In The Dough to make someone's day!! moving the dial at all is extremely positive!!

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

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[atlas-hope]

guess who rediscovered the feral ford tag

[anotherpapercut]

"summer is the worst" "no winter is!!!" actually both are. down with Big Temperature. spring and autumn for the win

[t0bey]

“Reunion at Dawn”

happy 5th anniversary, three houses!!!

[lunarw0rks]

john “big stretch” price

simon “make it fit” riley

soap “just the tip” mactavish

kyle “give me one more” garrick

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[babyprime]

I feel like Martin gets the short end of the cuddling stick

[hai-nae]

uno reverse

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[manzanamarim]

Autumn

[hymnoeides]

I saw your tags for your Apollo design and now I can't stop imagining him cracking his back and he ends up glowing like a light stick for a while skfhdjfk

HAVEJWHAJWNS I mean, there must be a reason that sunrises are often called the crack of dawn//dragged off stage

Still getting a feel of his design here…

[obsob]

bedtime story with my love !!

[littlefankingdom]

Seeing all those posts and fanfics where the batkids, especially Dick, calls Clark "uncle Clark", made me think.

If Dick calls Clark "uncle Clark", he probably started doing it BEFORE he ever referred to Bruce as his father. After all, another uncle doesn't erase any existing one, but accepting Bruce as his father was erasing John Grayson in Dick's mind, for multiple years. It makes sense for Dick's confused feelings about his situation to call Clark "uncle" before calling Bruce "dad".

So, I present you: Bruce being envious of Clark because Dick refers to him with a family's title but Bruce is just "B".

And in the same continuity: Dick being envious of Jason calling Bruce "dad" so easily.

For Dick, it feels as if the word is stuck in his throat. He can say it to joke around with others ("let's steal dad's car" he tells Jason), but to Bruce's face? He's afraid the world would end.