#Body 09

[pokemon-ecologist]

Favorite shape?

So hard to choose! Sierpiński triangle, Koch Snowflake, both are grand...

I'd have to pick the Mandelbrot Set, though. Very pretty.

[sapphicola]

Okay so. What do we think of my yuri Venn diagram

(no Utena isn’t here no I’m not going to add them because I know nothing about their story NO asking about them will not make me want to watch the show more)

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I am a god, Jecka

[razzledazzleemmet]

You'll never be able to escape it.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 09

PREVIOUS

Thanksgiving dinner really wasn’t that bad. It’d been years since FF had been to one as lively as this.

Kevin is loud and demanding when it comes to what needs to be on the TV and the exact perfect schedule to catch all of the Exy games being played. Wymack brought bourbon and has put it on the highest shelf in Abby’s kitchen right next to where Abby put the second pie for the exact same reason: Keep Andrew out of it. The Monsters and FF all get roped into helping Abby prep the meal.

He’s told that usually there are more people staying over Thanksgiving but this year more had gone home or gone to friend’s homes to celebrate. The only ones there are the Monsters, FF, and Jack.

Jack sits sullenly on the couch no matter what task Abby tries to give him.

Eventually, potatoes are mashed, turkeys are carved with appropriate knives, corn is creamed, macaroni is cheesed, canned cranberries have been de-canned, and the stuffing is…there on the table.

“Dig in!” Abby says not bothering with grace.

It’s good.

FF still misses his grandma’s cooking. It’s nice to have this loud Thanksgiving like he used to get but there’s something special about helping his grandma in the kitchen and the two of them sitting down to eat.

He definitely misses his grandma’s company when Jack starts to loudly complain about every last food item that Abby has so graciously laid out for them.

Wymack & Captain Neill both tell him to knock it off and threaten grueling exercises when practice starts back up while Andrew just threatens him with a knife multiple times to shut him up but FF can see Jack looking in the kitchen as he sits in silence after Andrew not so stealthily held a knife to his ribs.

Jack is looking at his grandma’s pie up on the top shelf.

Jack is going to complain about his grandma’s pie.

He looks at the Monsters and knows that there is only one person at this table who can POSSIBLY stop him is the person that FF fears the most.

Still….

He figures Andrew owes him a final request before he’s murdered in a basement, secondary location or (a new option he thought of on the way over to Abby’s in Andrew’s absurdly nice car), a secondary location’s basement.

“I want you to stop Jack from having any of my grandma’s pie.” He says in German drawing the attention of Aaron, Nicky, and Neil. Andrew blinks at him but says nothing so he continues. “If he says something mean about it then I’ll lose it.” He says.

FF means that if Jack insults his grandma’s pie that she had managed to get to him through some sort of grandmotherly wizardry then FF will burst into tears. He’s got what doctor’s call leaky eyes and there is no cure for these bad boys. He knows he’ll try to defend his grandma’s pie from whatever issue Jack will take with it but he also knows that he will be sobbing during that defense.

Andrew hears that and thinks that he might finally get to witness what FF looks like when he’s angry. From Kevin’s screaming, to Jack’s taunts, to Andrew’s own barbs, he has yet to see FF get mad. FF’s ability to stay in his own lane and regulate his emotions is one of the reasons that Andrew considers him a friend. He thinks about the bags under FF’s eyes and how desolate he had looked staring down at the ‘CANCELLED’ notification on his phone.

Andrew is getting into the art of doing something nice. For a friend.

He gives FF a singular nod and pulls one of his knives out of his arm bands and makes his way over to the pie. He ignores some various questions from the other, irrelevant.

“I want a slice at least!” Nicky demands and he nods as he cuts up the pie into seven normal sized slices. He puts each on a plate and Neil, every understanding of Andrew’s intentions, hands them out to the Monsters, FF, Wymack, and Abby.

“Good, finally get to try this stupid pie.” Jack says and Andrew levels a knife that has an apple slice slowly sliding off of it at Jack’s face.

“People who can’t appreciate the free dinner don’t get to have dessert.” He says and watches as Jack’s face goes through an entire range of emotions, “You saw what I could do to a turkey. I have no problem doing it to you if you try anything.” He says and Jack goes white before he trudges out of the dining area entirely.

Andrew watches him go before picking up the remainder of the pie (nearly a quarter) and making his way over to the fridge.

FF pipes up, “Try it without the ice cream first.” He says because even if he likes his pie à la mode the first bite has to be pure pie.

Andrew shrugs and eats the apple pie filling off of the knife.

It’s immaculate.

It’s the best pie that Andrew has ever tasted in his life and he has tasted some pies.

He has no idea what Jack would have complained about other than the fact that FF had an entire one of these all to himself. This pie had travelled across the continental United States and tasted like this. Andrew can only imagine what it is like when it is coming fresh out of the oven.

He grabs the ice cream from the fridge and watches everyone else try the first bite of FF’s grandma’s pie.

“I want to meet your grandma and shake her hand.” Wymack says eyes closed even as his hand reaches for some bourbon.

“I want to your grandma to adopt me.” Nicky says.

“She can adopt both of us if it means pies like this.” Aaron agrees.

“This is good.�� Kevin says as he continues to eat it.

“Really good.” Neil agrees.

“Maybe she could share the recipe with me. I’d love to make this.” Abby says as she drinks a glass of milk.

“Thanks, she’ll be happy to hear it.” FF’s shoulders loosen as he puts away his own slice quickly.

There is some grumbling as Andrew hoards the rest of the pie himself and only gives bites to Neil. “I wonder if we should get the whipped cream out for it?” Neil asks him in Russian.

Andrew frowns and considers it for a long moment, “We have plans for that whipped cream tonight and the stores will be closed.” He says back in the same language. FF has paused in eating the last of his slice. “Problem?” He asks.

“Last bite.” FF responds back immediately and Andrew lets it go unaware that FF had spent 2 seconds wondering how whipped cream would play into whatever torture device Andrew was going to shove him into the second they arrived in Columbia before realizing that it was a sex thing.

He lets his hand go into his pocket and rub the paper of his grandma’s note to him.

It’s not a bad last meal.

NEXT

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“I thought you only killed boys?”

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Happy ⑨ day to everyone's favorite mischievous ice fairy!!!!!!!!! i made a little Cirno art to celebrate :)

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fav subcultures / music genres / music taste

My Chemical romance Flyleaf Ghost Town Black Veil Brides S3RL Dance Gavin Dance Bayside Evanescence Dot Dot Curve Brokencyde Hail The Sun Fit For Rivals Goreshit OLD Panic! At The Disco Fall Out Boys A Skylit Drive Chiodos Unimagined Breathe Carolina Vampires Everywhere! Disko Warp Aiden Get Scared Kill Paradice I Prevail Escape The Fate Chomp Chomp Attack! Attack! Attack! . . . And sm more!!

Games I like

Roblox (Evade, Epic mini games, RH)

Dramatical murderer

Sally Face

Yume nikki

DDLC

Alice : Madness Returns

Class of 09 (OG & Re-UP)

Fandoms im in

Adventure Time

Rurouni Kenshin

Law & Order

Sally Face

DDM

FNAF

Delicious In Dungeon

Monster high

Ruby gloom

MLP

Slow Damage

Class of 09

etc etc.

My hobbies

Drawing ; trad & digitally

smoking 🍃

listening to music 24/7

piercing myself

doing make up

DYI/Upcycle clothes

Play games

Watching stuff on my pc

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ALTERNATIVE PEOPLE

LGBTQIA+

17++

Cat lovers

Smokers

Roblox players

GATEKEEPERS /hj

other piercaholics

anyone cool :p

Maybe/ thin ice. . .

Anyone 16 or over the age of 20

DNI

Basic DNI criteria

- 16

Anti- furries

Right wing / Republicans

ALL AND ANY TYPE OF PROSHITTER

Loli | shota- cons and/or Pedophiles

SA /SH romanticizers - self diagnosers

Lesboys LOLOLOL

ED/SH twitter users

Zionists

POSERZ (idc if its not listening to the music, not wearing the correct clothing, or not having alt beliefs)

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Do you think Catherine and Arthur of Aragon had sexual intercourse?

well, yes!

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To Save A Life - Chapter 1

[title will probably change]

Graves x Roach

Tags under the cut (because there's a lot)

Then we'll be into the story :3

I'm NOT looking for criticism!!!!

Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil, inaccurate coma, slow burn, disabled character, suicidal thoughts, references to depression, guns, shooting, dead characters, [Some may be added or changed]

It wasn't so quiet anymore. Rustling of tree branches told him he wasn't so dead. The faint scent of burned flesh, and hair, coming from around him. If he could move, he would.

[Start]

The world was so dark. Everything too quiet but somewhat still there. His helmet protecting him from most burns. Yet, he swore he still felt the flame on his skin.

Shots echoed in his head. He remembered who he was laid next to. Laid in a field, far from most. He wanted to speak, wanted to see if his friend was alive. But he knew the shot had gone straight to the heart. A long time ago, he promised not to get attached to a team he hardly knew... But task force 141 was different. It was a family, always looking out for each other.

This time, the Intel had been bad, at least from what they knew. They got fucked over, lied to by the general they were supposed to trust.

The last thing he truely remembered was his captain telling him he shouldn't trust the general. It was too late. The gas had been poured, drenching his clothes and his friend's body.

He was Ghost. Was. It was too late to save him. Too late.

Still being alive was a miracle after what had happened. The flame must've at least partially cauterized the bullet wounds he sustained.

He knew he wasn't dead, for he could still feel the pain. Even though the flame was long gone. Death would've been easier. It wasn't the relief he got.

The sudden hands grabbing onto his shoulders sent shockwaves of pain through his system. It wasn't a surprise when the world went quiet again. Pain ever present, but dulling. He felt sharpness in his neck, just under his helmet, then everything was gone.

In a blink of an eye.

Was this death?

No. He wasn't granted the sweet release. But maybe, just maybe he'd been saved. He could only hope.

And hope he did. From behind those closed eyes, the burns cover almost all his body, and the silence of his unmoving lips, he hoped.

Maybe one day he'd see his friends again. His team.

He was not so lucky when he woke. Or at least, when he regained consciousness.

Everything was cold. The faint sounds of beeps and monitors. He had to be alive. In a hospital, even. Who had brought him here? Did he even deserve it?

He couldn't move, but he could hear around him. His skin was bandaged, burns on his neck and around his face had been bandaged. Everything was dull, he had to assume it was due to medication. How long was he out for? He felt so different.

Mostly though, he missed his friends. His team. He was alone now. Alone, but alive. It felt wrong to live after what he'd experienced. His mind felt blurred, and just out of touch of the memories that he held closest.

Time blurred along with those memories.

A voice cut through the dark behind his eyes. He was awake, but unable to move. He didn't have the energy, even if he did he probably wouldn't want to move much.

"They call ya Roach..." An american? Really? He had to have been dreaming. This wasn't someone he knew. Was it? The voice was unfamiliar, rough.

"Ya got some pretty nasty wounds there... I got you covered." Weird. He couldn't understand why an american was helping him. Couldn't he read his file would say he was a United Kingdom citizen? Or at least part of the SAS? Maybe it wouldn't. He didn't know how long he was out.

"docs said you'd pull through, you can hear me. I think. Bless your heart.." The man sounded genuinely sad for him. Maybe it was the southern accent to his words.

"what happened to you?" He asked, as if Roach could respond. He couldn't, unfortunately. Not that he'd say anything anyways. He wouldn't want to. He never spoke much before this anyways. Speaking wasn't on his agenda, and he wouldn't be speaking to an american especially.

The man let out a dry laugh. No humor, this wasn't a time for humor. "It's been a while since i found you. Gotta admit it's a little boring waiting for you to be better."

At least the words stopped after that. It was hard to process it all. Painful, even. Too much too soon. He couldn't even voice his discomfort, he didn't even know if he could make a sound. Could he? Probably not... He'd been too wounded. He needed to rest.

Of course the man near the bed seemed to know that, but Roach seemed to realize he wasn't leaving. The faint warmth from his direction was enough to make that clear. Yet, somehow, it soothed him. He wasn't truely alone.

[End Chapter 1]

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[impulsecollection]

— pinned post

not a detailed introduction, I might post one on my main account @impulsivelyy

my name is Sinclair, pronouns are in my bio and may or may not change. I’m a minor.

a lot of mental issues and some physical ones. won’t give an extensive list.

I also collect queer and queer related labels (sexuality, gender, gender presentation, pronouns, etc) and non-queer labels (general presentation, m.a.d pride, etc).

tagging system:

#01 — queer labels (sexuality and gender)

#02 — queer related labels (gender presentation, pronouns, x4x/x loving x, tertiary attraction)

#03 — non-queer labels (general presentation, relationship but not queer specifie )

#04 — body related labels (assigned gender at birth and non-disorder related things)

#05 — mind related labels (neurodivergence, mental illness, and mental disability)

#06 — fiction related (fictional other, maladaptive daydream universes)

#07 — (non) humanity labels (alterhuman and therian)

#08 — opinion labels (blankqueer, anti-[x], pro-[x])

#09 — other labels (labels that can’t be placed into any categories above)

#0 — questioning (questioning or suspecting I am said label)

#00 — non-questioning (certain I am said label)

#🎶 — all of the above (I am all labels in said post)

#🎵 — selective (I am one or more but not all labels in said post)

#🎬 — emphasized (most identified with labels)

#🖋️ — mine all mine ⟢ (my favorite labels)

I’m gonna add the name of the label before any added tags seen down below.

additionally, I’ll add tags like “#[thing] related“ or “#[thing] themed“ to further organize it. (e.g if a label is a m.a.d flag for adhd I’ll tag it as “adhd themed” or if a label is a gender flag that’s masculine I’ll tag it as “masculinity related”).

sometimes I’m gonna be too lazy to use the tagging sustem so I’ll tag it as “#tagging later“ with nothing else and organize it later.