#It's there in spirit

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

fischeoder as bernard black for your friendly reminder to watch black books. messy terrible men ily ily ily

first thing from s1e4

oh, you remember Tina don't you?

i'm not sure. what do you do?

no, she's our daughter.

oh, thank god! haha i thought you had a disease.

second thing from s1e3

but you can't taste anything, you smoke 8 bajillion cigarettes a day. what's that?

what?

what are you eating?

it's some sort of delicious biscuit

it's a coaster

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Cody/Waxer/Boil?

It’s really just a combination of unfortunate positioning and having been awake for long enough that Boil had forced himself to stop keeping track.

Boil’s helmet comm crackles, Butcher’s voice coming through patchy and full of static. “Commander Cody, this is LT Butcher reporting.”

Cody’s helmet hangs at his waist, visor smashed beyond all reasonable use. He speaks into the comm at his wrist instead. “Butcher, report.”

Boil’s throat constricts, anxious nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Made contact with Waxer and his unit,” Butcher says. He sounds as tired as the rest of them, but the relief in his tone gives away the good news even before he continues. “All accounted for. Some minor injuries to attend to, and then we’ll join you at the extraction point.”

“Minor injuries?” Patchwork says from somewhere behind Boil. “After the scare they gave us they couldn’t have mustered up something more dramatic?”

Boil barely hears it. The news takes a moment to sink in, for the numb dread he’s been nursing to be replaced with jubilant relief. It only takes another moment for him to remind himself where he is, and the professionalism that’s expected of him. Unfortunately before that second realisations hits he does something uncharacteristic and provides Patchwork with the drama he’s looking for.

Boil rips off his helmet and grabs the man closest to him, laying one right on the man’s mouth. He realises what exactly he’s doing as soon as their mouths make contact and then he’s wrenching himself backwards, eyes wide.

The only saving grace is that Marshal Commander Cody of the Third Systems army looks more confused than annoyed.

The silence is uncomfortably dense. The longer Cody stares at him the worse it gets, morphing into something that squirms in Boil’s gut and makes him feel like a cadet still too young to have been fitted for their first set of armour.

“Sorry, sir,” he croaks. “I didn’t mean to…”

He looks around frantically, looking for some sort of help. The rest of the men are either staring with the same horrified expression as Boil would aiming towards himself too, or very deliberately not looking. Maybe there are still Seps left after all. Maybe they can mount a surprise attack and save him from his own stupidity.

”Didn’t mean to what, lieutenant?” Cody asks. The confusion has faded into a terribly familiar expression. Cody’s eyebrows are raised in a challenge and Boil is too busy dying of mortification to even consider how he might avoid the trap he’s about to be walked into.

Boil’s going to open his mouth and make it worse. He doesn’t have any other choice.

“I…” he says, mouth too dry to continue. He’s going to combust and Cody is going to watch with mild amusement. Boil licks his lips trying desperately to find his voice again.

He probably can’t taste Cody. It’s probably just his imagination.

Patchwork is an excellent sergeant. He’d earned himself a reputation by throwing himself on a grenade and saving Commander Tano’s life two weeks after she was deployed. It seems he intends to make a habit of it.

Patchwork whistles.

Cody’s eyes snap away from Boil to Patchwork.

“Something to say, sergeant?”

“Always, sir,” Patchwork says, hauling himself to attention.

Boil takes the mercy his brother has shown him and slams back on his helmet, hiding his flaming face and shuffling away as quickly as he can manage. Cody will notice anyway, but he doesn’t turn back, accepting Patchwork’s noble sacrifice.

“So when I ask for volunteers to inventory what’s left of our ammo, I assume that means you plan to offer you and your squad.”

Patchwork doesn’t hesitate. “Of course, sir.”

Cody snorts. “Get to it then.”

Patchwork’s squad groans, but hoist up their kit and follow after the martyr.

Boil manages to pretend that Cody isn’t looking at him again until Cody huffs. In the corner of Boil’s eye Cody loosens up, expression finally softening into amusement. Boil glares at his kit as Cody approaches—Cody might not be angry, but that doesn’t mean Boil can stand the embarrassment of continuing the conversation.

Cody doesn’t stop, but passes close enough that he can reach out and clap Boil’s shoulder.

“Not while we’re on duty, trooper,” Cody says.

Boil splutters, jerking his head up just in time to see Cody smirk before he’s all business again, returning to organising the rest of the extraction.

Waxer might not survive today after all—he’s going to die laughing when he hears about this.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I can't remember if I added Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead to my Bill playlist, but please know that if I didn't, it's because I am simply a coward who hates admitting that I know that song by heart

[towl]

ISAGI YŌICHI Blue Lock ⚽︎ EP17:"Donkey"

[filet-o-feelings]

In another attempt to get myself back into writing, I decided to pick a random word to write something around, and grabbed 'answer' as the first word I saw when I looked at my email at work, lol. The result is the following double drabble. Now I just need to get my brain to want to tackle my wips.

David’s leg bounces as the ringing continues in his ear. He pulls the phone away to look at the screen- he dialed the correct number, right?

‘Patrick Brewer' said the contact name previously programmed into his phone, carefully added from the card that had been handed to him by the smug, overly confident man working for Ray.

“You have reached Patrick Brewer, I am unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message and I will be sure to return your call as soon as possible. “ He hears from the speaker, placing the phone back to his ear.

“Yeah , hi, David? This is Patrick.” Oh. Fuck. That's not right at all. He’s David. He apologizes and hangs up, taking a deep breath before redialing, attempting to plan what he is going to say in his head. It goes about as smoothly as the first. Again, he tries. And again. This Patrick Brewer guy already thinks his business is going ro fail. Now, he surely is going to think David is a bumbling idiot, incapable of leaving a simple voice-mail, let alone running a store.

“Ciao!” He says, before ending another call with a groan.

Later, Patrick grins at his phone, smitten.

[georgecunt]

dreamPrayer

if i wasn't in bed I'd edit a cross and a rosario on him

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[mintaii]

had to draw him

[buzzkillgirls]

so. bad news. we have to keep going tomorrow. good news is that I’ll keep going with you

[glitter-stained]

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[babycatlix]

i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?

[io-lu-art]

A tale of Ba Sing Se.

[chrisery-business]

my biggest issue with the httyd live action-and just about any live action reboot is that it seems that the live action adaptations are being made to make the original “better”? like, so many people talk about a live action spiderverse, a live action hercules, a live action PRINCE OF EGYPT (dont piss me OFF.)-like animation is a beautiful work of art, and for some reason putting real people and cgi in it is supposed to be an “upgrade”? im probably being that friend that’s too woke or whatever, but i just think it’s so disrespectful to act like something that takes so much time and effort and energy is immediately considered as lower because it is animated. animation is beautiful, and it is one of the most heartfelt art forms there are, and erasing that for the sake of a cash grab is downright degrading to animation as a medium.

[attleboy]

TADC SPOILERS AHEAD!! //

don't forget

[we-are-all-nobodies18]

Damn right we're gonna get blueberry slushy .