#October 15th

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

worldless is so much fun, guys, i'm having a blast betting beat up by bosses, getting lost and going in circles, and trying to parse together the lore. so of course, i'm asking The Most Important Questions™

palette is zenith by sweetavery

also know that i haven't finished the game yet! if this rouses the interest of tumblr's worldless fandom, please don't spoil me!

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Sunset at West Coast of Florida! What a show!

📸 by Floridiana

@SlavomiraVac2

October 15th, 2023

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Kou Sakuragi (15th October)

Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

Kloktober 2023, Day 15: Vacationklok aka a celebration of Dethklok's partying around the world!

[amymbona]

Get ready for October fifteenth!!!!!!!!!

[historyofglee]

On this day in 2011:

members of the cast of Glee performed at the Young Storytellers Foundation’s annual Biggest Show.

The event was held at Crossroads School in Santa Monica, California, and was attended by Jenna Ushkowitz, Harry Shum Jr., Cory Monteith, Jayma Mays, and Dot-Marie Jones.

[planetbeanie]

Hello! Was wondering which beanie has a birthday on October 15th? Thank you!!! :)

You share a birthday with Schnitzel the Dog!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

ℌ𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔵 - 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯

[not-a-bot-1234]

EscUSE me? It is actually the 15th?????

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

[gerberbbyskateboard]

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Togo Shiba (15th October)

Kagurabachi

[thediaryofakafkaesquegirl]

October 15th, 2024, Tuesday:

I got new clothes, in the past buying things would get me excited, today I feel empty. I wanted to sleep early but the core of my desires wrote me in the night asking for my knowledge on astrology, went to sleep excited.

[victori-krause-writes]

[songspiral]

"Higher" by Kelly Lee Owens

[weeblewobbles]

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 15

‘Emergency, Confession, Adventure’ – October 15th prompt. A familiar face makes a stunning appearance. CW: Injury, blood loss, GSW, implied/actual threat (non-specific)

Check it out on AO3 here, or under the KR :)

I’d been finally cleared to go back to work – desk duty only, much to my annoyance and chagrin. “If I can walk on it, I can sit on a rooftop,” I muttered sullenly, dropping myself in my chair with a sigh. While I’d only been gone for five days, however, the admin had built up – possible sightings of targets, information passed along the pipeline, and rumblings in the criminal underworld that may be big enough to be of concern. Irritatingly, a week of riding a desk may be the only way to get rid of the backlog. FRIDAY’s voice calling Doctor Banner to the medical bay wasn’t unusual, and I barely looked up at the transcribed notification on my screen – but the quick follow-up requesting both Captain Rogers and Mr. Stark gave me cause for alarm. They’re calling in the heavies… What the hell is going on down there? I was on my feet before I finished the thought, but my movements were infuriatingly slow and awkward, nails digging into my palm around the bow I snagged from beside the door at the discomfort in my knee, shuffling along as quickly as I could. The string of swears in my mind – both in panic and pain – did little to ease the pounding in my chest, and standing patiently in an elevator felt like torture as horrifying scenarios flashed one after the other behind my eyes. But nothing prepared me for a suit-clad Tony and a rippling green Bruce, clearly fighting off the big guy in an effort to defuse the situation. Nothing could have prepared me for the masked man in the middle of the room, an unconscious redhead in his arms dripping blood slowly onto the tiles. “We don’t have time for this,” he growled, jaw set. “She’s already lost a lot of blood. Can we put this standoff on hold and help her?” “What did you do to her?!” Tony growled, a mechanical edge to his voice courtesy of the helmet over his head. “I’ve told you, I found her-” “And brought her here? A likely story!” “I just-” Tony raised a hand, the ring in his palm glowing blue. “Put her down, and put your hands behind your head.” “Tony!” I spat, stepping forward clumsily. Matt’s head turned toward me, jaw twitching beneath his cowl, but I ignored him for the moment, my eyes focused on the mechanic. “Put it down, Stark.” “Do you know who this?! I mean, you should, you’ve been on his case long enough – as useless as that’s been-” “I do so hate to interrupt your petty argument, but I believe Ms. Romanoff’s pulse is becoming somewhat thready. Perhaps you can wait to squabble like petulant children until after the good doctor has saved her life?” Matt snapped, placing Nat’s unconscious body on the medical table and stepping back, bloodied hands raised, giving Bruce space to move to her side. Tony moved forward, but I was faster, wrenching my knee painfully as I skittered across the room to stand in front of my vigilante, arms spread wide and defensive. Tony’s helmet slid apart, showing his incredulous expression, which quickly shifted to fury. “Move, Barton. What the hell are you doing?” “Clint-” Matt started, but I interrupted him with a snarl, flashing him a stern look over my shoulder that had him inching back infinitesimally. “Back off, Stark. You lay a damn finger on him, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” He recoiled in surprise, hand lowering minutely. “What the hell is going on here?” “I… He…” I glanced back once more, fumbling uselessly, but Matt only sighed, reaching up to tug the cowl over his head. “Hi, Tony. Uh… It’s me. Matt. Clint’s boyfriend? I… I’m Daredevil.”

The look of dumbstruck shock on his face rendered him silent for a solid sixty seconds, jaw working wordlessly as I winced. My saving grace barrelled through the elevator doors, his eyes flicking between Matt and I, Tony, and finally landing on Natasha. He pushed between us without a word, moving to her side, her suit now cut open to reveal a significant gunshot wound in her abdomen, bleeding profusely. “Two bags of O- from the fridge,” Bruce muttered, one eye on the heartbeat tracing a line across the monitor opposite him, the other on the forceps buried in her wound, slowly and tentatively extracting a – mercifully intact – bullet with a soft exhale. “Bullet didn’t fragment… Right – everyone who doesn’t need to be here, get out. That means you too, Tony. Take your pointless display of machismo, and leave. I need to concentrate. Steve, you can stay,” he added, glancing up at the Captain briefly. “I’ll need a second set of hands.” “It’s my building,” Tony growled, fists curling, but froze when the doctor’s eyes shot to him, narrow and furious. “And she’s my patient. Get. Out,” he hissed, glaring for  a moment longer before looking back down.

I paced the length of Tony’s expansive living room anxiously, the pain in my leg all but forgotten, chewing on my fingernail. Tony had called in Fury, who insisted we didn’t let Matt leave until he arrived, and my partner was obediently reclining on the sofa, looking entirely at ease with his surroundings – but I knew enough to see the nervousness in the set of his jaw and the way his head tipped minutely as I passed him repeatedly. “Clint, sweetheart, you’re supposed to be resting…” “So were you!” I snapped, spinning to glare at him venomously. “What the hell were you thinking? You’re not supposed to be out there!” He winced minutely, looking down guiltily. “I know. But Foggy told me to take another week off while it’s quiet, so…” “So you didn’t think to just stay at home?!” I growled, eyes narrowed. “You didn’t think to say ‘hey, Clint, I’ve been given an extra week off, mind if I crash at home for another week’?” “I-” “And what the hell happened to Nat? A gunshot wound?! Why were you there?” He raised an eyebrow, shifting to his feet, hands curled into fists. “I wasn’t actually that close. I heard the gunshot and found her tied to a chair, bleeding and unconscious. I know as much as you do, Barton. What exactly are you insinuating here?” “Well, if you’re asking me…” Tony muttered, and I snarled warningly. “We’re not,” I spat, not looking at him. “Matt… I know you didn’t have anything to do with her getting hurt. I know that – I just…” I pushed a hand through my hair, dropping to the sofa with a groan and leaning against him when he sat beside me. “I know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I know, honey. But she’ll be okay, alright? Bruce is going to take good care of her, you know that. And Steve isn’t going to let anything happen to her.” I sighed, my eyes resting intently on the elevator. She’d better be okay. I can’t lose her. Not her.

@flufftober