#Bruno is stressed

[hulloitsdani]

You know that moment in FE: Awakening where Robin decides to light an entire naval fleet on fire by rigging their own ships? And it was kinda insane but it somehow managed to work? That is the manic energy in which I imagine Kiran approaches ALL their tactics with. Every battle you can pinpoint the exact moment where Kiran goes “you know what? fuck it” and unleashes some god of death onto the battlefield.

With that perspective, you gotta give credit to Veronica. She’s sees that bullshit and is like “yeah I could punt kick that twink.”

[rosedosed]

Why did I never upload my Encanto fanart I was obsessed w/this movie when it first came out

[liahleeh]

Foi um ano que se passou minha mainha, desde sua partida... Apenas um conjunto de dias, porque parece que ainda foi ontem que ouvi sua doce voz pela última vez... Um ciclo infindável de meses, pois o vazio que você deixou foi muito profundo e tornou todos os instantes da minha vida em momentos dolorosamente prolongados. Saudade é o que mais sinto, como se tivéssemos largado as mãos, de forma súbita, e agora eu procurasse, de alguma forma, agarrar você de novo. Saudade porque mãe é uma pessoa única, capaz de proporcionar o maior dos amores que o mundo já conheceu. E, por isso, ficar sem você foi perder um pouco de minha própria vida. Foi deixar de ter a referência que eu sempre quis imitar. Pudessem as lembranças abrandar um pouco esta vontade dilacerante de ter você de volta à vida e talvez eu fosse capaz de seguir verdadeiramente em frente. Mas, por agora, um ano é pouco para eu conseguir. Pouco para quem desejava permanecer toda a vida do seu lado!!!

[miracles-and-butterflies]

If you:

You think Alma is a villain deserving of death

You think Pepa is a bad mother/sister

You think Julieta is a bad mother/sister

You think Isabela is a selfish, bad sister/cousin

You think Dolores is selfish, bad cousin

You think Luisa is a careless, bad sister

You think Mirabel is a selfish, bad sister/daughter/granddaughter/niece/cousin

You think Señora Pezmuerto is a whiny, animal abuser

Congratulations, you either misunderstood the entire movie or are projecting onto them.

Fuck the men who are considered angel-like saints or heroes, constantly forgiven or have their bad deeds brushed over, in this fandom and any other.

Justice for the women of Encanto.

[clownmoontoon]

WDTAJN WEEK 1!! MEMES N COMEDY

hes doing FINE guys dw about it :^)

[jacarandaaaas]

I don’t usually do fic fanart but birds of paradise had me so hooked I had to draw something! So here’s some of my fave moments from the fic! <3

bonus mira with a machete!

[painful-pooch]

Earn My Screams

I have been far too excited to wait and so here is Chapter 3 of the Hostage Arc. I hope you guys like it! If you have any recommendations or ideas you want to see, my asks are open and I can maybe give a snippet to see if you like it hehe. Thank you all for your support and love!

Hostage Arc Chapters

Part 1 (Captain Down)

Part 2 (An Impromptu Farewell)

CWs: military whump, war, gunshot wounds, blood, injury, use of crowbar, violence, interrogation whump , stress position, broken bones

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Bruno finds himself hanging from the ceiling, the breath knocked out of him as cold water is thrown on him, causing him to thrash and sputter regardless of the pain. Even doing so, the chains rattle along with him, and his gasps echo in the interrogation room.

"You're up. Good. Maybe you'll actually answer something for once."

He notices he’s bandaged up where he was shot, though they didn’t give him anything for the pain. Like hell they would have anyways. He took so many of their soldiers for putting him in this predicament, he is surprised he isn’t more injured besides the killer headache making his head spin. 

"Why did you come here and what were your mission details?" The man asks, green eyes locked with his own.

The porous ground has more character than his captor, and he has no intention in building any rapport. "Bruno Stenberg, USAF, ID number 052148656. As far as your next question is concerned, I am not interested in answering it."

Just as he thinks it can't get worse, a fist comes across on his face, the man snarling in retaliation. "Try again. Go on." Something from his voice tells him that he should probably listen and give him what he wants. 

Nah. It ain't that easy.

"I'm sorry. You're deaf. Bruno Stenberg, United States Air Force, ID number 052148656." There's a bloody smirk on his own face and he tilts his chin up in defiance. "I tried again, like you said."

There's rage behind the man's eyes and he grabs a fistful of Bruno's hair, getting right in his face. "You think this is some kind of joke, but I'm through playing nice." He drives a fist into his side where the gunshot wound is.

The amount of agony and pain that shattered his world forces a struggled, pained gasp, his knees buckling and forcing Bruno to solely hang from his shackled wrists. He bites his cheek from the inside to keep himself from screaming, and he feels the sweat building up at his brow from the exertion. 

The man looks pleased and keeps a hand in Bruno's hair, patting his cheek. "You can scream, dog. Go ahead." There was this smarmy ass look that Bruno hated, so he did the one thing he knew to do when in a predicament like this. 

He headbutted the man just right, his forehead connecting with the man's nose. An audible crunch is heard in the interrogation room followed by a scream. It is a small victory for Bruno, watching the man pull back to hold his broken, bloody nose. "You got to earn my screams, fucker."

The man looks to the right of him and nods, forcing Bruno to fall on his hands and knees. But before he can have a chance to realize what's going to happen, a swift kick is dealt right to his stomach, dropping him to his side. The captain grits his teeth and groans loudly, but he refuses to scream. They are going to work for it.

"I'll take over," a female calls out, and Bruno recognizes her as the woman who knocked him unconscious when he was first taken. 

The man with the bloody nose curses in another language and huffs, "I'm going to get him back for this, Katerina."

"Manolo, go clean your face. Blood doesn't suit you like this one. And don't worry-" she forces her boot over Bruno's head-"I'll handle him." His head is then slammed into the floor, and he can taste blood and feel his nose already bleeding from the impact. Wonderful. 

"You think you're clever, but we have all the time in the world. You should be terrified," she snarls down at him.

Bruno forces a laugh and swallows back some blood. Better keep some in his body than lose it, he thinks to himself. I'm terrified to see how ugly I look now. If I cracked mirrors before, then I would probably turn people to stone at this point.

He looks up at the woman, trying to get a good read on her. “I’m not clever. I’m just an idiot that manages to get the kill each time. I’m not going to be scared of you because that’s not something I am capable of. So go ahead. Make me bleed. Make me scream. Make. Me. Suffer.” He forces himself to stand up, staring her down while he can hear the guards behind him aim at him. The pain is radiating throughout his body, but he doesn't care. They will see what kind of a military man Bruno is.

She is clapping her hands and laughs in his face. “Oh, I am going to remember those words. You want to suffer, bleed, and scream? Fine. We can do just that." 

It doesn't take even a few moments to get one of the guards to pass her a crowbar, the woman's smile a gleaming reminder that she's a sadistic captor. Before Bruno can even brace himself, she swings and catches him at his side where the wound is. He falls to his knees from the shock of the hit, biting down on his hand to keep him from screaming. He can taste his own blood and his eyes lock with the woman's silver eyes just as she goes for another swing.

This one connects to his ribs and he bites down harder when there's a snap, tears springing to his eyes and already falling when he can't breathe in. There's so much pain and he doesn't realize he's on the floor because she struck him in the back. His cheek is against the concrete, eyes now focused on the tiniest ant a few inches away.

It's like he's suffocating now, waiting for his body to let him take air in, and when he does, he whimpers so softly into his bitten hand, not letting go. They want his screams? They are gonna earn them. 

"Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim..." ("Endure and be strong; this pain will be useful to you someday…") He replays his mantra in his head over and over just as the crowbar comes down on him again and again. 

He refuses to give in so quickly, and they haven't gotten him to scream, even when the woman is tired and everyone leaves him on the floor, bruised, bloodied, and weak. He didn't scream once, but the Captain never promised her he wouldn't cry. And so he did while he thought of his teammates back home.

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Bru Bru tag list: @cpt-winters, @redd956, @straight-to-the-pain, @technom0ose, @actress4him, @whumperofworlds, @i-eat-worlds, @inscrutable-shadow, @gala1981, @thethistlegirl, @ocean-blue-whump, @noirineverysense, @steelandblood, @crash-bump-bring-the-whump, @kervl-klear, @cravesunconditionallove

[corpsoir]

Heritage Februabba 2023

Day 10: Bad Habits || Nightmares

@heritage-februabba

[nyupuun]

Do not Disturb. Tiny Toolshipping is sleeping.

[rebouks]

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Transcript:

Rhys: I wanna do this kinda shit full time after uni so it’s good practice, y’know? Tommy: It ain’t work yet though, don’t get carried away n’ forget to have fun. Rhys: This is fun.

Ivan: Oscar ain’t no employer, do whatever y’want; take a million n’ get a portfolio goin’, or sit n’ eat cake all day. Oscar: [laughs] As long as we get one or two photos we can stick up; it doesn’t really matter-.. just save some cake for me. Rhys: I’m more of a savoury kinda guy, don’t worry.

Bruno: Aren’t you nervous? Oscar: [scoffs] No way. Ivan: I reckon I would be.

Oscar: Pfft, of all the shit we’ve been through recently, getting married is like.. the least worrisome thing ever. Ivan: Holy shit! I ain’t thought about it like that. Oscar: Right?! This is a piece of piss in comparison.

Ivan: [laughs] Christ-.. we fuckin’ did it, bud! Oscar: Fuck yeah, we did! Ivan: And t’think I almost left…

Oscar: I’m glad you didn’t. Ivan: Ahh, I love y’too much. Bruno: Maybe you two should get married.

Ivan: Awh, but then I couldn’t marry you! Oscar: Are you jealous? Do you want a bear hug too? Bruno: [chuckles] Save it for later, I think everyone’s ready.

…

Ella: I swear, if anything goes missing… Norma: Don’t be daft. Ella: Well, you were investigating these lot not long ago.

Norma: [snorts] You never listen, it wasn’t-.. I suppose it’s complicated, but they’re fine! Ella: Hm. Norma: Come on! The grass is dry, the pond is a little less stinky, they cleaned the barn up for us-.. it’s cute.

[DISTANT HOLLERING] Norma: We ought to tell them to leave it all up, renew our vows. Ella: Pfft.. if we’re doing that, I want to be somewhere hot with a cocktail in my hand.

Norma: [laughs] Deal. Ivan: Dude! You good t’go?! Norma: Are you ready, Bernie?

Bernard: Always! Ella: Don’t forget what to say this time. Bernard: Good lord, that was over twenty years ago-.. give me a break!

[unsolicitedadvicecatlady]

A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

enabling bribery and other high crimes and misdemeanors

enabled disinformation efforts and risked undermining U.S. policy

received millions of dollars from foreign nationals with questionable backgrounds

paid nonresident women who appear to be linked to a prostitution or human trafficking ring

threatened to withhold $1 billion in United States loan guarantees

serious counterintelligence and extortion concerns

work with Chinese nationals connected to the Communist regime illustrate the deep financial connections

I usually don't get invested in American politics, but this is fascinating to me.

The social psychology underpinning the latest developments on the elections front is intriguing and if it wasn't so disturbing, it might even be entertaining.

Did this really happen under everyone's noses? Or was it just ignored? Or is it one of those "we don't talk about Bruno" situations?

[encantobigbang]

Here is blackdragonsama’s contribution to the Encanto Big Bang for @untoldstories113’s fic! ⏳🕯️

You can find her official EBB post here! ✨💚

[baravaggio]

god the catastrophic levels of dykishness that every pair of bruabba cosplayers manages to achieve....literally when your double-income no kids lesbian aunts show up to unleash the gift reckoning on christmas

[yellowcry]

The brain is flooded

When Bruno was walking in the village, avoiding people, he didn't except to find Luisa, panicking over an accident. Luckily, he knew what to do in those situations.

And maybe, just maybe, one day Luisa will return a favour.

Bruno tried to move around quietly, avoiding people. He really wasn't in the mood for another vision. To be fair, he didn't even want to go out of his tower, not even mention the Casita. 

"I am scared of nothing!" Bruno reminded himself, putting his hood on. He was hunching over to make himself look smaller.

He heard a loud crack. At first, Bruno didn't want to see what was going on; it wasn't his problem, and he would only get unnecessary attention. But his intuition told him that he had to check on whatever was happening. And his intuition was rarely lying. Was it somehow related to his gift, or maybe he actually got some bit of luck? Even if it was really strange, Bruno wanted to have at least some hope, even if it was way too groundless.

Soon, he realized that there wasn't really anybody besides him and a little girl. For a second, he stared, then winced as he realized that it was Luisa. She was trembling as she hunched over next to the broken, half-painted fence. Her eyes widened, she stared at the white stockade, whispering something under her nose, breathing rapidly and shallowly.

"God!" Bruno screamed, rushing to his sobrina. He felt his heart pounding from worry, but he couldn't let his own worries get in the way of helping Luisa, as she definitely needed some help. He could never be more grateful for the lack of people, knowing that overwhelming crowd was the last thing his sobrina needed right now. There wasn't a need to know about what happened, as Bruno understood it really well.

He knew that Luisa's gift demanded all-time control. In the first few months after her ceremony, she was even more of a walking disaster than Agustin and Pepa together. Bruno remembered that most people avoided physical contact with Luisa for about two weeks after she gained her strength. But as time passed by, she seemed to maintain better control over her immense power.

Well, it might be better, but it definitely wasn't perfect.

Brumo kicked away the paintbrush that lay in front of Luisa and kneeled, putting his palm on her shoulder supportively as he whispered softly, trying to get Luisa's attention. "Luisa, can you hear me?" 

She nodded weakly, still crying. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I didn't..."

"Shhh, it's okay." He gently patted her head, trying to stay calm too. "Just breathe... Okay?"Breathe in, breathe out." Bruno was counting and taking deep breaths to show Luisa what she had to do. "Luisa, what do you see?" Bruno's hands were also shaking from anxiety, but after so many years, he learned not to lose his head, he couldn't let his own anxiety stand in front of Luisa's well-being.

Her breathing hitched. "What?" The voice was almost whispering, she looked at Bruno with eyes, wide as two plates.

Bruno lifted her chin a little. "Just tell me, what do you see around, please?"

Luisa pursed her trembling lips. "I... I see... you... the fence," Bruno nodded, asking to continue. Her eyes were glancing around, focusing on what she could see. "Tía's cloud... the mountains.. a donkey..."

"Good job, kiddo." Bruno gave her an awkward but honest smile, focusing on Luisa's face to keep himself steady. "How about what you can feel? I mean with your skin." His grip on Luisa's shoulder was a bit too strong, that his fingers turned white.

Bruno felt like going back to his tower for weeks, days, maybe even months.

She looked down, closing her eyes. "Y-your hand on my shoulder, my hair on my forehead..." She let out a shaking whiff, but it was better than before. "I.. I feel the sun... my blouse, the..."

Bruno put his hand in front of her. "That's enough." His sobrina nodded, biting her lip. "Now, tell me what you're hearing."

Luisa thought for a moment before speaking. "There... There's a rustle of grass; the donkeys are jaking; your voice." Luisa's body wasn't trembling anymore, as she was focusing on something else than her own feelings, which helped her to go back to reality.

Bruno nodded, patting her shoulder. "Now smells."

"There's paint, also the flowers." Luisa's voice was now pretty normal, still raw from worry, but she stopped shaking, signaling that her panic attack was getting away.

"Oh, cool! Now..." Bruno put his hand into his pocket, searching for something. "Give me your hand." Luisa smiled weakly, stretching her palm. "What can you taste?" He put a little chocolate candy in her arm.

She giggled happily, clinging to Bruno's neck. "Thank you!" He fell under a sudden weight and rolled on the young grass. Luisa was now settled down and ready to run forward again. Bruno patted her spine with an awkward smile. "I.. I didn't mean to break the fence..." Her voice was firm now but still filled with deep guilt as she hid her face in Brunk's shirt.

Luisa looked into his eyes as if she begged him to believe her. "Hey, take it easy." He shook his head, looking away to stop eye contact. "I-It's okay!" 

"But the fence..." She protested hugging him tighter, but Bruno immediately interrupted her.

Luisa's quiet and scared voice was breaking his heart. She was a child, an eight-year-old shouldn't hyperventilate from a stupid accident that meant nothing.

"It's easy to fix. It's just a fence." Bruno assured Luisa, as she was still hugging his neck.

His sobrina muttered. "I had to be careful... I just..." She sobbed into Bruno's shoulder. "I just got lost in my thoughts.".

"Hey, you can't control your mind!" Bruno chuckled nervously. "I'm getting lost in my own thoughts all the time! B-becides! You are way more important than some fence!" He shook his head, convincing his sobrina that there wasn't anything wrong. 

Luisa sighed, finally letting go. "I know... I just... I don't wanna disappoint Senõr Cuellar... I-I... I promise to help him..." She looked down in shame as if she had just caused a problem. "And then... I just..." She wiped the tears from her eyes, trembling from despair at the knowledgeably that she wasn't strong enough to control herself.

"Was it like you can't breathe?" Bruno asked, sitting up and rubbing his hair. Luisa pursed her lips and nodded weakly. "It's okay... Or, well, not really, but doesn't It happen to everyone? So... if this happens again... try to do the thing I asked you to, alright?" Bruno twisted his arms around each other, explaining. "Like trying to say what you see and feel... it's helping!"

Luisa nodded unsurely. "Okay, I'll try." She bit her lip, looking down. "What was it even?" She stared at Bruno with blank eyes, hoping to get an explanation for this overwhelming sense of fear she had just a few minutes before.

"Oh..." Bruno scratched his head nervously. "Well... Books are calling this something like a... panic attack." He shrugged unsurely, raising his voice. "Don't know why it's happening, but the thing I've done to you usually helps me."

 

Luisa nodded, proving that the grounding had indeed worked. "Can you... Can you, please, don't tell Abuela?" She looked at him with pleading eyes, her lips trembling.

He sighed, knowing that Mama wouldn't be pleased with this; she didn't like it when Bruno had those, and Luisa wouldn't be anything different. He put his fingers on his lips, showing that this secret would be saved. "Hey, I'm quiet as a mouse."

His sobrina hugged him once again, this time lifting him from the ground. Bruno gasped for air in surprise, feeling the strong arms wrapped around his body. "You're the best!" Luisa screamed, clutching him tighter but still being careful not to cause any real damage.

Bruno giggled awkwardly, patting her spine. "There you go..." 

Luisa nodded, finally letting him go. "Alright..." She rubbed her palms, getting ready to work again. "I got it; just fix the damage and go back to my chores." She let out a weak laugh as Bruno ruffled her hair. "Tíoo!" She shook her head, trying to get away. For now, Luisa was okay, and it was the main thing. Bruno really hoped that his sobrina would never need to ground herself ever again, but he didn't dare to check it with his gift.

The girl stared at the destruction once again, clutching her hands into fists. "Just... Do this. As fast as you can." She muttered quietly, which forced Bruno to realize that Luisa needed a break. She was probably working for an hour or two already.

Bruno put his hand on her shoulder. "Kiddo, do you... want some help?"

He wasn't sure why he even asked this. Maybe it was his love for the family... Or maybe he just wanted to have a reason to avoid creating another vision. Bruno loved his family, really loved, with all his heart, even if he rarely visited even family meals, let alone any other contact. But he loved his siblings, his mom, and his sobrinos. And right now he didn't want to leave Luisa alone.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Really?" Bruno nodded weakly, and he was squeezed into another hug a second later.

"I'd like it!" Luisa screamed in happiness. People usually didn't offer help to her, which made this little gesture even more important. "I didn't know you know how to fix fences."

"Uhh..." Bruno scratches the back of his head. "I don't." There was a bit of silence. "I will be happy to learn this skill." He promised, knowing that his sobrina was pretty good in the repair of different kinds of things, even if he always thought that she was way too young for this.

"Oh, okay." Luisa got off him. "At first we need to..."

[vtribbean]

Whoa, I wonder what's happening here?

[A GangStar's Favorite Toy]

[itsfootballbih]

Wtf is happening rn.

First off, I haven’t seen my husband in a month, and he’s still not in the line up. Like what’s actually going on. Is he avoiding Dom because he’s being a hoe…

Next, I find out that my second husband got into a car accident last night. Thankfully he’s alright though, captain Bruno to the rescue.