#'coffee always helps'

[theotherbuckley]

Okay but Tommy drops out of high school — he told his father he was gay and he told him he could either be homeless or go to military school. He goes to military school and joins the army and he likes flying the helicopters because it means he doesn’t have to do any of the killing himself. And he makes some friends.

There's one guy who's like the squad leader who's a few years old and built like a Greek god and Tommy's young and a little bit in love. And they're friends maybe even family because this whole group of people spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together. And they all talk like a family and they all say they love each other and tease each other and it's nice. And one night it's just the two of them trading a flask of some sort of alcohol that Tommy doesn't know the name of and the man asks Tommy why he joined the army and where he wants to be in five years and Tommy trusts this man. He's half way in love with him so he doesn't even think twice before he tells the story about the time he came out to his family and his father nearly beat him to death before sending him here. And the conversation tapers off after that and he doesn’t register the change in the air but when he wakes up the next morning he’s being dishonourably discharged because he poses “unacceptable risk to the high standards of morale, good order and discipline, and unit cohesion that are the essence of military capability”. He knows what that means.

Tommy joins the fire department because he doesn’t know what else to do. He represses anything regarding his sexuality because he knows now that it’s wrong. He almost feels like he has a family again because his captain seems to like him and some of the guys are cool even if they say things he doesn’t agree with. And then he starts agreeing because maybe they’re right and he’s wrong and he’s just inherently wrong. So he follows their leads and is just straight racist because that’s how he can fit in.

And then a black lesbian woman joins and says she’s a black lesbian woman and Tommy doesn’t understand that either because you can’t be queer you just can’t be because it’s wrong.

But he nearly dies and and an Asian man saves his life and a black lesbian woman comes up with a better idea than any of them had and she tells them she’s no different and she is just as capable. So he improves himself he does and he tries to be better but he still can’t be who he is because the last 2 times he was honest about that he was betrayed.

Tommy leaves the 118 and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is lifted and he meets this guy he likes who likes him back and the 217 don’t seem to have a problem with the gender neutral pronouns and he slowly but surely lets himself open up again and be who he is and when the thing with that guy doesn’t work out because he’s moving to New York and Tommy’s not sure he’s ready to leave, it’s okay because his crew is there and they support him and he can still be himself.

[fluffypotatey]

Can we please see Javy (Top Gun) and Javi (Twisters) in a fic or blurb?

hm well i haven’t written their official intro to each other yet (and i do plan to in Jake’s pov) but i got memes for how it would go down!

it’s literally just two different memes but one’s edited two more times lol

[iaxsl]

domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.

[heich0e]

i'm sure i'm not the first to say it but considering the official umemiya bedhead art i can't help but think of the quiet intimacy of hajime letting you (or asking you) to do his hair for him first thing in the morning.

[blossoms-phan]

im so soft for amazingphil hiatus era videos where dan is silently filming him behind the camera but you can tell it’s him bc of the movements and the way phil keeps looking up into his eyes when laughing at something it’s especially noticeable in the tour of my plants video

[timegays]

I love this movie too much for my own good

Don’t ask me why I put effort into this idk either

Og ⬇️

[thegreatyin]

Also is there anything like. A phone widget that shows FL actions or an API I could use to make such a thing? The games energy system being so small is bad for my brain but being able to ping myself when I'm nearly full would be better than checking all the time

Alas, there's not any widget that I know of! There might be an API for it- I know a few exist for FL, though I play almost exclusively on the mobile browser, so I wouldn't have any experience with that myself.

There's not really any advice I can give besides simply getting used to the action economy and how it operates. It's by far the game's biggest hurdle in terms of onboarding, and it's one of the many reasons why FL isn't a game for everyone. It may sound like a moot point, but in my experience, the best I can say is just accepting that you need to take your time- Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was the Scoundrel, and neither will your own FL blorbo. Checking in hourly or bi-hourly is kind of the ultimate strategy to success as far as FL is concerned. Embrace the ability to step back for awhile. The Neath will still be there when you come back.

[lavampira]

I don’t actually have a modern au but I’ve been having so many thoughts about modern d’alia lately lmao

[dark-elf-writes]

I know I jokingly mentioned Fawn Spots Harry being homesick when he goes to Hogwarts, but this kid would be homesick.

More under the cut because this grew legs.

The longest he had ever been away from his parents is the odd weekend where he was being watched by Josh, May, or on one rather thrilling occasion joining Aphrodite on a leg of her tour that was close to home, and he has never been separated from his brother for more than a day since Jason was born. He had tried of course, had even managed the occasional sleepover with some of the other kids whose parents work at H.E.R.A. but he was always glad to go home in the morning.

Hogwarts is different.

He is half a world away from his family, can’t call them, and surrounded by people who take too much of him. (He will never forget the first time someone casually called him Harry seconds after meeting him. Will never forget the fourth year Hufflepuff who asked him if he remembered his parent’s dying. Will never forget the third year that grabbed his chin so hard it ached to touch his scar and the bubbling of fear in his throat before Fred had all out tackled the older student away from him.)

Harry doesn’t sleep much those first few weeks.

Boredom drags him out to the common room and away from the snoring of the other first year gryffindor boys. Not that sitting in one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace and watching the flames is much more interesting, but it’s better than Ron mumbling about his great aunt’s doilies in his sleep.

It’s Percy that finds him, and for a second Harry is struck with that old terror of breaking a rule (mum and Bibi told him he was allowed to make mistakes. That he wouldn’t be locked away or hurt for telling them. But they weren’t here.) but the older Weasley brother just settles on the couch next to Harry’s chair and pulls out a textbook.

The turning of pages and soft scratch of Korean is so familiar Harry cries. Percy is kind enough not to mention it, though Harry can feel eyes on him, watching to make sure he is okay.

An odd, quiet friendship is formed in those late nights. They never talk about it during the waking hours, not even when Harry slowly gravitates closer and closer until he is leaning against Percy’s side while he studies. Sometimes Harry manages to fall back asleep between the warmth of the fire and the steady sound of Percy breathing. Others he cries, silent and hardly daring to move. Others still he works up the courage to ask about Percy’s homework. Percy doesn’t mind, he claims that explaining it out loud helps him learn it better. “Teaching is the ultimate Mastery, Potter, “ He says with a soft smile and softer eyes behind those glasses.

(Percy never takes, not even when Harry grows close to his brothers, not even when he catches Harry breaking rules outside of their late night meetings. Harry gives Percy his name in the middle of one of his lessons on spells years ahead of Harry. He catches Percy’s smile out of the corner of his eye before the older boy continues his explanation.)

He isn’t sure what makes him talk one night. Isn’t sure but is helpless to stop once he starts.

“The castle smells wrong.”

Percy hums, marking his place in the textbook and turning to give Harry his full attention. “Wrong?”

“Wrong!” It’s perhaps a bit too loud considering the late hour, but Harry keeps going. “It’s all stone and wind and potion ingredients. And it’s quiet! It stupid! I shouldn’t miss the sounds of sirens and car alarms in the middle of the night but it’s like the whole world is holding its breath! There’s no music other than the frog choir! It’s all quiet! Like it’s dead!” Harry realized with a start his face was wet with tears, weeks of frustration and loneliness bubbling over. “And it’s so dumb that phones don’t work here! Why not? It’s magic! I should be able to call anywhere! From the bottom of the lake with the stupid squid! I should be able to never have to pay for phone service or wifi ever! Instead it’s just a bunch of nosey people in a castle that smells wrong!”

Percy nods sagely. “I always thought it should smell more like bread.”

It draws Harry up short. “Bread?”

“Mum cooks a lot. The house always smells like bread and bacon grease.” It shocks a laugh out of Harry. It makes him cry harder. It makes him feel a little less alone. Percy leans back against the couch and stretches an arm out along the back in a way that is all the twins and looks so weird on him. Like when Jason tried to mimic Harry. Harry settles against Percy’s side pressing his face into his comfy knit sweater.

“What do you think it should smell like, then?” Percy’s voice is quiet. Barely louder than the crackling of the fire.

Harry closes his eyes. “Like coffee and lemon cookies,” He says, looking at the flames. “My mum bakes a lot and she and Bibi are addicted to coffee.”

Percy snorts. Harry feels a hand in his hair that was so familiar a fresh wave of tears hit him. “How American.”

“Bibi is Greek, actually.”

The hand in his hair tugs gently on a stray lock. “Do you know Greek then?” Harry nods, pressing back against Percy’s hand like Jason’s puppy aura, eager for pets if only to drive away the spike of feeling in his chest.

“That’s worse than the quiet I think,” Harry admits. “It all English unless it’s spells.”

Percy hummed, then pointed to the fire with his free hand. “What’s fire in Greek?”

So Harry teaches him.

(The next morning Harry has to bite back tears when he sees a plate of lemon cookies and a carafe of coffee waiting at his usual seat. Percy toasts him with a fresh cut slice of bread and a smile when he looks up the table. He adds enough sugar and cream to his coffee that it’s nearly white, but the first sip feels so much like home the ache in his chest lessens just a bit more.)

[ratatatastic]

did you see lundy and mikksi cuddling during one of the scrums ❤️🇫🇮

i feel as though it would be a diservice to call lundy trying to get his dog-reactive pyrs to not bite the rowdy redbone hound at the dog park "cuddling" but yeah i mean i guess we can call it that 😭😭

he was fighting for his life and its utterly laughable that it was lundy of all people who had to hold mikksy back from taking a stupid penalty like oh girl take a look in the mirror first

[teddybeartoji]

can't stop thinking abt how much my grandma would've loved toji.....

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

i won’t hold people to the same standards i have on myself in terms of friendship bc everyone shows they care in different ways

[riding-the-sunset-bird]

Does Baxter acknowledge the souvenir’s differently in Step 4 when they are discovered?

No! :o

That doesn't mean there isn't specific narration/dialog, but it's (strangely) only for the T-shirt and there's not any comment from Baxter regardless.

When the MC initially spots the souvenir:

if any souvenir other than the T-shirt

Your attention was drawn to the far wall past the chaos, where an assortment of knickknacks were arranged on two sets of shelves. You spotted a familiar [souvenir] among them.

if the T-shirt

Amid the disorder a splotch of white caught your eye. On Baxter's bed you could make out a wrinkled, worn, and white tee with a familiar black emblem on the front.

Then, later on in Step 4, after the MC wakes up alongside Baxter and starts to head to the living room:

if any souvenir other than the T-shirt

As you got to your still slightly achy feet, you caught another glimpse of the [souvenir] sitting pretty on one shelf.

if the T-shirt

As you got to your still slightly achy feet, you caught another glimpse of the Sunset Bird shirt sitting in a lump along with the rest of the excavated clothes.

Also, during the intimacy scene with Baxter, there's special dialog if the MC motions to loosen his tie and unbutton his collar, then follows by asking, "Why do you always have to wear shirts with so many buttons?"

There's some dialog that will always be there, but then an additional one if the MC's comfort level is Relaxed/Direct:

if any souvenir other than the T-shirt

MC: "Haven't you heard of a t-shirt?"

if the T-shirt

MC: "I got you a t-shirt before, yet sometimes I wonder if you've heard of them."

In conclusion, if you only care about special dialog/narration in Step 4, give Baxter the T-shirt as his souvenir in Sightseeing, unless you're particularly attached to his initial reaction to any of the other souvenirs.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Ok but Silver and Riddle friendship.

They're both second years without many friends, mostly because the former's anger issues and the latter's stoic expression drive people away.

But, thanks to the equestrian club, Silver meets a Riddle that, while stern, has a soft spot for animals (who also like him, Silvee can tell), while Riddle quickly learns that Silver is a honest, faithful and dedicated individual, fighting against his sleep attacks to improve himself and better protect his family.

They quickly become friends, sharing tips and tricks on magic and even swordfighting (Riddle probably knows a thing or two about fencing).

Lillia is so overjoyed he sends a special tart as a gift and almost kills Riddle.

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

so I wasn't gonna post anything today but like, fuck it, why not lol

here's a little bit of the coffee shop au bc I finally got back to it like two days ago haha (still working on car smut and alive shannon too obvi haha)

prev snippet

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As Buck’s making the very simple order that takes way too little time, he’s racking his brain for something, anything to say, to keep the conversation going, to find out more about this man that he immediately feels some kind of pull towards. It’s probably just a silly crush, he’s just struck by that pretty face, he barely exchanged two words with him, nothing more than how his interactions with other clients look like. He doesn’t know what’s so different about Eddie, though. What he does know is that he would like to keep him here just a bit longer, talk to him, get to know him- he wants to know him. Maybe he should have a cup of coffee, actually, it’s way too early, he’s probably just tired. 

As it is, he can’t think of anything not-weird to say, and the order is made quickly, so he hands it to Eddie, trying to hide how reluctant he is to see him go. 

“Thanks, man.” Eddie smiles, this time a bit more genuine and effortless. As he turns to leave, Buck quickly says, his cheerful customer-voice on:

“Please visit us again!” he grins as Eddie looks at him and smiles again, taking a sip of his coffee. “Regulars get a discount.” he adds way more quietly, since, well, he’s kind of lying. He and Maddie have talked about this, but they haven’t been open long enough to implement anything like this just yet. He’d give Eddie all the discounts, though, if it meant he’d see him more often. Jesus, what is happening to him?

“I might have to come back, then. Coffee’s great.” a corner of his lips turns up slightly more, almost in a smirk, and he takes another sip. “Thanks again.” he takes a step back. He’s clearly in a hurry, probably wanting to get home and sleep, and Buck’s keeping him here. He needs to get a grip. And prey to anything and anyone who will listen that he comes back here one day.

“See you soon, hopefully!” Buck chuckles nervously, and does an awkward little wave. Eddie’s smile turns to amusement, as he says bye, turns away, and walks out.

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[inky-duchess]

The Lost Prince | The Perska Vadiya | WorldBuilding

Through the thousand years of Imperial rule, the Perska Vadiya stood guard. Formed from the most elite in the Imperial army, the Perska Vadiya was the honour every soldier aspired to reach. It was a brotherhood of five hundred, a close-knit and secret society serving the royal family as guardsmen, soldiers, generals and confidants, safeguarding the royal person and their secrets. For a thousand years, the Perska Vadiya defended and enforced the Vasily family rule over Vastia - until the Revolution.

Two hundred Perska Vadiya died with Prince Andrik during the failed peace talks. Betrayal came from within their own ranks, one of their former brothers, General Dehn, switching his allegiance from the royalist cause and making his own bid for power with the rebel leaders. Dehn was instrumental into bringing down the capital and the royal family. Under the attack, the remaining hundred Perska Vadiya broke and ran in the face of the approaching rebel army leaving the remaining members of the royal family and Palace undefended. Many royalists set the blame on the new policy of recruiting from soldiers of the lower classes. But most agree that the fault lay in the choice of sending all the experienced Perska Vadiya away to other royal strongholds on the assumption that no rebel army could breach the capital - they had not accounted for treachery.

Currently the remnants, some fifty Perska Vadiya, serves the Crown Prince Mikhail in exile.

Current Active Members

Captain Olterburg

The Commander of the Perska Vadiya, an old soldier serving the royal family for forty-six years. He gained command of the Perska Vadiya after the Revolution and has led it, past retirement age ever since. Gruff and proper, he's a welcome member of the Imperial set.

Lieutenant Zybrik

Zybrik is the second in command, the last Perska Vadiya to be trained by the traitor Dehn. At 25, he's the youngest lieutenant to serve in the Perska Vadiya. Despite his mentor and common background, Zybrik is a staunch supporter and fierce defender of his Prince.

Emil

Emil is third in command. He had been just inducted into the Perska Vadiya mere months before the Revolution broke out. Emil is the most empathetic Perska Vadiya, often chosen for more private and personal tasks.

Vladimir

Vladimir is one of the older Perska Vadiya. After the Revolution, he was offered honourable discharge on account of an injury to his eye but he refused. He is often mistaken to be cold and aloof but according to his brothers in the Perska Vadiya - he's hilarious. Nobody has seen this in practise.

Casimir

Casimir had joined the Perska Vadiya after the Revolution, one of the raw recruits brought in to bulk up the empty ranks. Casimir had been chosen mainly on account of his father and two brothers who had perished in the service of Prince Andrik.

Alsandr

The youngest of the remaining Perska Vadiya, two years older than Crown Prince Mikhail, which is why he tends to have trouble keeping His Imperial Highness in check. Generally considered to be the most amiable of the Perska Vadiya, he's nearly always calls on to attend the abrasive Grand Duke Sergei.

Kyril

Kyril also joined the Perska Vadiya post-Revolution. Kyril had been a common-born farm labourer before the Revolution but after brave action during the flight from Vastia, he was offered a place among the Perska Vadiya - mistakenly some say on account of his surname being mistaken for an aristocratic one. He was permitted to stay on due to his feverent monarchist loyalty and skill.

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