#(garrison days)

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Keith is very done with Shiro’s wishful rambling about his ~boyfriend~

BONUS 2 for my Garrison Days comic

>READ HERE<

[snarky-magpie]

You can read the whole fic on AO3.

Something stirs in the corner, a shade that barely takes form, and Shiro moves on him in a fluid lunge, muddled from sleep but wrapping the polymer of his mechanical fingers around the shadow’s throat on an instinct distilled in him through countless fights. He doesn’t crush the fragile breathing tube quivering under his grip but exerts just enough pressure to make it seem like he might. He doesn’t relish killing, but he won’t hesitate to squeeze the breath out of this stranger to save his life. They will not defeat him again. Not now, when he’s close to his goal he can taste it in the arid desert air. The shadow squirms and wheezes, voice thready, but it filters into Shiro’s confused brain and triggers an emotional response.

“Shi-Shiro. It’s Keith.” 

Shiro’s hold slackens as a horrible understanding crashes into him.

Keith.

He’s almost injured Keith.

The one person who matters more than anything in this world, this universe, this reality. The bright light that has guided him home.

Shiro’s knees buckle, and he slumps down like a marionette with its strings cut. In an instant, Keith shifts and kneels next to him, putting a hesitant hand on Shiro’s flesh shoulder. He’s glad Keith’s not touching the prosthesis. Most days, he wants to rip the thing off and leave it in the dust, sickened by the artificial reminder of his captivity, but he knows that a soldier can’t afford to give up a fighting advantage, so he keeps the artificial arm and holds his disgust in check.

“Takashi, it’s me. You’re safe. Do you—do you remember me?” Keith’s voice breaks on the last question. He doesn’t sound like the cheeky cadet that loved teasing Shiro at all. Clearly, Shiro’s not the only one transformed by his year-long absence. 

“Say something. Please.” 

Shiro knows he should keep his hands off Keith, that he deserves better, not this broken half-monster he’s become in order to survive, but he’s pathetic and weak and desperate to touch, so he enfolds Keith in a hug and buries his head in the crook of Keith’s neck, inhaling the sweet smell of spicy chocolate. A rational fragment of his mind running in the background notices that Keith doesn’t resist and sinks into the embrace willingly. Tears of gratitude burn a path down his cheeks and fall into this lap with a splash louder than a clap of thunder.

“Takashi,” Keith whispers and brushes the dampness away. His hand is warm and soft and tender. No one has touched Shiro with tenderness in a year, and the gesture only unravels his loosely stitched soul further. The silence between them swells, unpleasant and ready to burst, until Shiro clears his throat once, twice, three times to spur his half-atrophied vocal cords into working.

“Keith.”

[finelythreadedsky]

JSTOR Wrapped: top ten JSTOR articles of 2023

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[warpedwings]

Happy Castiel Day!

[ronihilator]

they hate a bad bitch serving cunt

(lance redesign,, the eyebrow piercing is entirely self indulgent)

[prince-pr1nce]

Erm what the sigma

[victimized-martyr]

welp, that’s one way to acknowledge the election 🤣

[thepettymachine]

there were other reasons for getting that job in Moonlight Falls

[transbookoftheday]

Trans Witch: College of Secrets by E. Chris Garrison

Professor Lily Shelley is frantic to find her wife Penny, who vanished two weeks ago. No one else seems to be looking very hard, not the police or even Penny's family. As Lily refuses to give up hope, she continues searching for clues, even as she teaches English at Moraine University. In her search, she stumbles into a magical world; a college for wizards hidden in forgotten places at the University. Her favorite students come to her aid, helping her retrace Penny's steps to learn the secrets of the School of Applied Metaphysics – as well as her newfound powers – in hopes of rescuing her wife.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Happy Father's Day to my favourite Musketeers!

[robottheodorlasso]

Since I’m already dumping a bunch of sketches, here are a few more for the generic light fantasy au that lives inside my head rent free (aka my poor excuse to give Trent a sword) (read the captions and tags for a little more context)

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can you believe my long adashi comic Garrison Days didn’t have a cover?? 

>> Start reading here <<

Download the whole comic +  bonuses  >here<

[snarky-magpie]

You can read the whole fic on AO3.

Shiro pads across the room, grabs a T-shirt on the way, and tries to pour into it, but in his rush, he miscalculates, and his head gets stuck in the sleeve hole just as he opens to let Keith in. He can’t see his face but hears a familiar burst of laughter.

Keith closes the door behind him and steps around Shiro.

“I’d never guess a T-shirt would be the downfall of the great officer Shirogane. The breaker of records, savior of orphans, the golden boy of the Garrison, defeated by a scrap of cotton.”

“Hilarious,” Shiro huffs out through the fabric stretched to rupturing. “A little help, cadet?” 

“Alright, alright. Shame you don’t run our drills anymore because this should get me special treatment.” 

Keith moves closer, and his fingers steal underneath the treacherous piece of clothing to liberate Shiro from its confines. 

This was a horrible idea, Shiro realizes. Keith’s hands are warm and gentle, at odds with his jibes. He inches the tee upward, and Shiro experiences a surge of gratitude that the rustle of fabric masks the way his breath hitches when Keith’s fingers skim his sides. Once he pulls free, he quickly shrugs the T-shirt on, the right way this time, and staggers back from Keith despite every drop of blood in his body urging him to draw closer. 

Keith folds his hands behind his back and measures Shiro with an amused grin. Does Shiro imagine the bright red spots on the younger man’s face? No. That must have been a trick of the light. Keith doesn’t seem to be affected by the encounter in any way. Definitely not as much as Shiro, who feels off-kilter and jittery with restless energy.

“What’s going on, Keith? Are you breaking curfew again? If Iverson catches you—”

“That’d be the day. I can sneak circles around him. Don’t worry, old-timer.” 

“I can worry a little. What are you doing here?”

[actual-corpse]

Just got a rude reminder about how great it is to never have children/ be an only child.

There's too much drama involved with dying, apparently.

[pidges-lost-robot]

No matter what headcanon you have about Pidges identity, whether it be trans fem, trans masc, non binary, gender fluid etc, when she met Keith, she immediately had gender envy

[discordiansamba]

heath kogane and his ongoing war with the galaxy garrison. he strikes a new blow against them when his son enrolls and immediately blows all of the other first year cadets out of the water in the flight simulator.

just the idea of the garrison high command being exhaustively familiar with Keith even before he enrolls in the Garrison. Everyone knows he's Heath's son. they caught him doing graffiti on the walls of the barracks once when he was thirteen, but he got away before they could catch him. he and his father are hiding something, but every attempt they've made to buy out his land has failed.

and then their top pilot decides to take Keith underneath his wing and become his mentor. maybe that will finally smooth out the wild child's edges, they think.

(it does not, but shiro and keith are also inseparable now)