#Stories of Friendship and Sharing

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[lumivalis]

I met somebody's grandpa at a market in Barcelona once, he offered me a soda and I asked him about his life.

He told me "I had only three capital M's in life: mi Mujer, la Musica y el Mar"

[dreamsy990]

hi i wanted to draw my own au so have a snippet of scene i rewrote like 12 times and will likely rewrite again

[theonescreencap]

their jokesters' bond

[vuomelo]

there’s nothing I love more then when people take creative liberties with the story and make it their own.

yuu’s that have conflicts with the characters? that just don’t get along with certain ones?

yuu’s that challenge the narrative?

yuu’s that stray from the OG stories format?

yuu’s that already have their own reasons for being in twst?

stunning. 10/10. love it.

[angelosearch]

I just realized it was around this time last year that I started replaying FFVIII.

This time was different from all the other times I returned to it. For the first time since my initial playthrough, it brought me into the fold of the fandom. I tried to go on Reddit, but that was not enough. In the few months that followed, my ravenous desire for all things FFVIII led me back to Tumblr.

Since then, this fandom has done so much for me and my mental health. I've made new friends (even irl!). I've learned many, many new skills. Through the act of engaging, by creating, interacting with, and enjoying various fanworks, memes, and theories, I've been given so much joy, inspiration, and even moments of self-discovery.

And, of course, this fandom got me writing again, which has just been all-around life-changing. I used to spend so much time scrolling and watching TV - now I use that time writing.

If you would have told me a year ago that I would be learning how to sing, or dressing in cosplay I made, or finishing writing a 200k word fanfic, I NEVER would have believed you. But having this space to explore and play within the context of this videogame has brought out the best, most passionate version of myself.

Connecting with my inner child, returning to my favorite piece of media, meeting some incredible people; it has all just made me feel good about being alive and has motivated me to get creative in ways I never have before.

I was lucky enough to have the time and space to accept the wonderful things the universe offered me over the last year. As I move into this next (likely extremely busy) phase of my life with grad school and my internship starting, I want to express gratitude and also remind myself that while these pursuits do take energy, they also generate it.

This is my promise to myself: I will continue listening to my inner child. I will not stop writing. I will not forget what brings me joy. Holding onto these things is what makes the hard work and late nights and the stress of a new career doable. I will be a better person if I take the time to engage with my hobbies, and, as a therapist, it will be important for me to model strong work-life balance and professional boundaries for my clients.

To all my mutuals, thanks for being here for the journey. Shout out to a few of my closest fandom friends, as I cannot express how much better you've made my life since I met you: @tr1ck5 @suleikashideaway @irishais @gardengalwrites @aleheartilly @sevlinop @foxtrottcantfindshit @quiettekiyet

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

Àlex Crivillé and Sete Gibernau in 1999

plus an excerpt from a 1999 article:

[nixie-deangel]

Sweet Nix,

Yell at me about your Pacific Rim AUs... 😍😍😍😍😍😍

XD So tumblr didn't tell me you'd asked about this!!! I'm so sorry, @redfurrycat!!!

BUT!!! The Pacific Rim AU's are based off the ideas you gave me actually!!! No surprise there really! lol

But the first Pacific Rim AU is where they are both pilots and Bradley actually grows up and becomes Mav's partner and they are a dream team but then when things come down just before the BIG fight, there is an accident and Mav is hurt badly, so they need to scramble and find a pilot that can drift with Bradley and uh oh the only one on the planet besides Mav that can drift with Bradley, is Jake who hasn't been inside a jaeger in almost half a decade since he lost his partner while they were still in the drift. (It's a bit of a mash up of both Pacific Rim movies!)

The second Pacific Rim idea is Jake being a pilot and Bradley being the lead engineer/mechanic on his jaeger. The thing about this one, is that Bradley hasn't spoken to Ice or Mav in more than a decade (they washed him out of the pilot program) and when Jake is brought in to the dome because they are getting all the jaeger's together for one massive attack, it's the first time Bradley see's his godfathers. And it's the first time gets a first hand look at the men who hurt the love of his life. So Jake is extra asshole, and Javy since he knows all because he's with Jake in their jaeger, which puts them at odds with those in charge.

[pumpkinhcad]

HAMMY'S POSTING. Okay I was working on replies (I got two down and will post them soon, yay) but MY FRIEND GIINBEAN JUST FINISHED THIS DRAWING!! 🥺🥺 This is literally their dynamic in a nutshell (not like Susie would ever say it out loud, hehe). And, y'know, because I haven't written them in some time now, I'm going to add some stuff me and @atechalk have discussed for the SM/DR AU under the Read More. 👀👀 No spoilers, I'll write something about Chapters 3 and 4 later on.

The TL;DR as to how we got here is in our first thread! It takes place before the events of Chapter 1, and Pump just pulls an SMT III Nocturne and becomes Susie's* friend... WITHOUT her input. This after trying to blow himself and her to bits with a firecracker, but it was justified because she had picked on Skid first. Pump becomes a bit of a shadow in Susie's life to the point that he ends up growing on her soon enough but, in-line with her character at the time, she REFUSES to admit it because she has a reputation to keep intact and the twerp could ruin it.

*It is worth noting The Two Susies Issue as early as I can. Not only because I will never let the jokes down, but because Pump has two ✌️ TWO Susies in his life: his big sister and his new monster friend. So, because calling them Human Susie and Monster Susie respectively would be a mouthful, the nickname "Big Susie" for the latter emerged. No, she does not mind it. It makes her sound EVEN SCARIER than she already is. I do not need to use the nickname here but I wanted to mention it regardless.

After Chapter 1, and having met Lancer, Susie has picked on all the similarities the Darkner and Pump have, but cannot do anything other than lament having to keep the Dark Worlds a secret alongside Kris and all of that stuff. That is, of course, until she finds out about the Dark World inside Pump's toybox* straight from the horse's mouth. And she does not get the opportunity to get Kris to come because she is practically dragged to the kid's house to "come see it" upon trying to verify if it was ACTUALLY a Dark World or some make-believe game.

Surprise, surprise, the Toybox Dark World is very real, and these two kids have somehow managed to keep it sealed shut in Pump's room without causing much of a fuss. And so, off these two go!

*For all intents and purposes, this event takes place in-between Chapters 1 and 2. Cannot do much about Chapters 2 and 3 being connected and all.

From a first glance, this Dark World resembles a cross between a pumpkin patch and a playground, where everything borders on being scary, on a first impression, only to have a childish twist behind it. For example, one of the first things these two come across is a tree with two nooses hanging from its branches, turning out to be a swing set. And whether they have a cute swing set moment or not will be left to the reader's imagination. Things in this world simply look spookier than they should be.

This comes most to play upon encountering a Darkner and battling it. It takes place in a very dark place, and its silhouette makes it look like a very freaky gigantic centipede. Of course, after sparing it, it is revealed that it was nothing more than a harmless sock puppet creature. In this Dark World, everything is a children's toy! And no wonder, because children are very good at turning their toys into different things.

Only other thing worth highlighting from this brief adventure, because she has to go get Kris if they do not want doomsday to happen, is that Susie decides to teach Pump how to battle HER OWN WAY. Because, well, that first battle might as well have been a 1v1. This kid carries a hammer with him yet knows NOTHING about battling. Cue Susie's version of a tutorial battle where, in her own words, "if Pump REALLY wants to be her friend, then he has to impress her by getting a hit on her". They are friends already, she just wants to tease the little tyke lol. It is pretty similar to Ralsei's tutorial battle with Kris, except that Susie ACTUALLY likes to spar and drop all the cool villain lines just to be encouraging.

This tutorial sends the point across EXCEPT on the whole "get a hit on Susie" bit. She just does not make it easy through normal means, you know! So what does Pump do when things seem to get difficult? He ACTs and does a little MAGICTRICK on Susie... with a twist: instead of pulling a coin from behind her ear, he just playfully bonks her in the head for a single point of damage.

And that is how this little prologue ends. Sure, they might not have made it far into this world, and leaving the Dark Fountain unaddressed might cause the end of the world, but Pump technically got a hit on Susie, and so TECHNICALLY became even more friends! Yay!!

And so, they get out, close the toybox once again, and Susie promises to come back with Kris so they can get all of Skid and Pump's toys back. That IS the idea, at least, and what kickstarts the actual chapter afterwards. If only she knew of the one truly scary Darkner lurking in the shadows of that world.

[syrupsyche]

Since Enjolras and Combeferre have known each other since they were in diapers, and Grantaire and Bossuet were childhood friends too, are there any others in teacher Au who have known each other that long?

And do Enj and Ferre, or Bossuet and R have any interesting stories from when they were small? 👀

HI EMILE!!!! 🫶

Hmm for now I believe all the other teachers met when they came to the school! We really only get these pairs of childhood friends because 1. Combeferre had recommended the job to Enjolras, who had a bit too long of an arrest record to hold onto any other jobs and 2. Grantaire lost a bet, which meant that he had to accompany Bossuet to apply for the job. He was extremely surprised when he got in.

As for childhood shenanigans, they all have a long looooong list of stories >:) perhaps I will explore them in future fics!! For now, they use their childhood connections in other ways...

[wa3jetisbestpony]

revstar fans we need to put on the best talent show this towns ever seen and save ReLive!!

[feastingonchrist]

it’s amazing what you’re able to share when you’re in a safe relationship. I’m a little surprised over some of the things i did share, specifically one thing. I did picture this happening months ago, though. So i went ahead and did it. It was about my past that God delivered me from. And i was met with listening ears and nothing else. Afterwards at home i just felt like there was a release and sorta glad i shared that for whatever reason. My emotions are processing all of this very slowly so i’m kinda embarrassed over it now but that’s okay. I’m sure i’ll feel differently tomorrow. I can also feel two or more things at once! But, yeah, soooo thankful for this relationship ❤️‍🩹 there’s also more i’m excited to share!

[heyihavesocks]

A Dance For The Dead and Dying

Summary:

"...A dying man certainly made for a fine excuse to hold on to…"

A Doc and Wyatt story. No slash.

Cross-posted on FF.net and Ao3

The Oriental was alive with revelry that evening.

Its boisterous patrons spilled onto the boardwalk, bathed in slanted panes of golden lamplight, their laughter rising in discordant harmony with the din of clinking glasses and shuffling cards. The usual steady hum of fortune-seekers at the tables had swelled to a raucous roar, spurred on by the addition of a traveling band that had made a stage of the far corner inside. Fiddles and banjos sang their merry tyranny over the room, their frenetic notes slicing through the air with all the subtlety of a gunshot.

Sequestered in the refuge of his chair, back to the wall where he might observe the splendid madness without being caught in its clutches, sat Doc Holliday, dealing cards and winning every round. The atmosphere, however, was far too jovial for his particular taste- gratingly so. There was not enough alcohol in all of Arizona to drown out such unchecked mirth, though his darling Kate did her part to keep his cup brimming.

The tables churned with players, fortunes shifting like desert sands as men won and lost in turn, some plucked from their seats and spun straight into the swirling delirium of the impromptu dance floor. Something in those plucky little tunes had infected the crowd with an intense glee. Not that Doc was opposed to dancing, of course- he was, after all, a gentleman- but this was a place of dignified vice, not a barn raising. The number of heedless couples who dared to whirl within an inch of his chair, their careless steps threatening to upend his drink, was truly an affront to civility.

Wyatt, his dear friend, had drawn his own chair closer, a bulwark of sorts against the frenzied tide of bodies. Doc noted the gesture with quiet appreciation.

As Doc displayed his cards of a winning hand with a flourish to the groaning dismay of his less fortunate company, a particularly overzealous couple spun into Wyatt’s chair. Their breathless laughter was the only apology, and Wyatt, his patience already worn thin, cast a look of mild annoyance, his frown hardly hidden by his moustache.

Amused by his friend’s ever-stoic longsuffering, Doc leaned in, a slow smile curling his lips.

“Shall we take up a dance, Wyatt?” Doc inquired, peering at Wyatt through his lashes.

Wyatt huffed a startled laugh, shaking his head as he reached across the table and swiped a portion of Doc’s winnings in quiet retaliation. Doc allowed the theft with a languid smirk, reclining in his chair once more.

Another round was dealt, whiskey flowed as freely as the music, and soon enough, the remark was all but forgotten.

The crowd, lost in its revelry, had grown more interested in the commotion than the cards, and after a time, the raucous energy began to wear on Doc. Another pair of mindless dancers veered too close to the table, jostling it as they stumbled, sending the drinks sloshing over the edge and upsetting the stack of notes in the center. They tumbled back into the off-key singing and drunken laughter, oblivious to the disruption they had caused.

The spell of the game was broken. One by one, the players abandoned their seats, leaving Doc with little more than the soured taste of lost winnings. He sighed, rolling a cigarette between his fingers as he surveyed the dwindling prospects. Across the room, Wyatt’s gaze snagged on something- someone. Morgan, leaning against the bar, waved him over with an easy grin. Wyatt gave Doc’s shoulder a pat before slipping away, leaving Doc momentarily adrift in the sea of noise and wasted opportunity.

It had been hours and still the music persisted. The gaiety was suffocating.

He preferred a more reasonable atmosphere for poker. Even as the strident strings had softened into something resembling proper music, the notes still pulsed behind his eyes, an unwelcome echo in his skull. The thick haze of cigar smoke clung to him, acrid and oppressive, threatening to send him into a fit of coughing he had no intention of indulging. Doc knocked back the last of his whiskey, its warmth doing little to soothe the irritation in his throat, and pushed his chair back.

Kate leaned over his shoulder, warm breath tickling his ear, “Go on,” she whispered, “I’ll see you at the hotel.”

He softly pressed a kiss to her lips in silent gratitude before slipping outside into the cool embrace of the night air. The air was no kinder to his lungs, but at least it was devoid of sweat and liquor. He drew a slow breath, exhaling just as deliberately, relishing the momentary stillness. He hadn’t expected Wyatt to follow.

Doc turned at the hesitant rhythm of footsteps behind him, catching the way Wyatt hovered just beyond the threshold, hands resting easy on his belt. His mouth parted as though to speak, then shut again. Doc watched him with subdued amusement, tilting his head.

“Well now,” Doc drawled, voice honeyed with curiosity, “What’s wrong with you, Wyatt?”

Wyatt hesitated, then inclined his head toward the far edge of the Oriental, where the lantern light waned and shadows stretched long and soft against the night. Doc arched a curious eyebrow, but obliged, stepping down with Wyatt into the shadows. His curiosity turned to outright surprise when Wyatt held out a hand, a shy, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“You still want that dance?” Wyatt asked quietly.

For a beat, Doc only stared, lips parting just slightly before warm laughter spilled forth- until it unraveled into a rough cough that caused him to brace a hand against his ribs. He exhaled, regaining his composure. Smiling, Doc placed a delicate hand over his heart with a slight bow.

“You do me a great honor, sir,” He replied, words touched with amused grandeur, “How could I refuse, when asked so sweetly?”

With all the poise of a southern gentleman, Doc took Wyatt’s offered hand, allowing himself to be drawn close. The music from within bled into the night, softened by the walls yet steady enough to guide them.

The first steps were hesitant, an uneven shuffle caught between jest and sincerity. Wyatt, ever the lawman, carried himself with the tension of a man leading a charge rather than a waltz. Doc, though fevered and exhausted, moved with ease, shifting where Wyatt faltered, guiding with a barely-there touch.

“Relax, dear boy,” He hummed, tilting his head with a teasing smile, “This is a dance, not a duel.”

Wyatt huffed a quiet laugh, though the stiffness in his shoulders eased. Slowly, they found a rhythm, swaying to the muffled tune. The laughter in Doc’s chest faded to something quieter, something gentler. What had begun as an offhand jest had eased into something altogether different.

Doc’s gaze lifted, tracing the lines of his friend’s face- the furrow between his brows, the flicker of uncertainty in eyes that rarely wavered. Even in the dim glow, he noted the vibrant flush at the tips of Wyatt’s ears, the way he steadfastly avoided Doc’s gaze, fixing instead on a distant point over his shoulder.

Ah.

A small, knowing smile curled at Doc’s lips. How utterly endearing.

But, what had possessed Wyatt to offer this? The liquor? No, Wyatt was not prone to indulgence. Pity? A far less amusing notion. Perhaps it was the simple wish to hold onto a friend for a little longer.

A dying man certainly made for a fine excuse to hold on to.

Whatever the reason, Doc found he did not much care. He appreciated the moment as it were, in all its overt warmth and rarity of Wyatt Earp allowing himself to do something simply for the want of it.

At some point, Wyatt leaned into him, a slight motion, but enough Doc took notice. Not an intentional gesture of a man seeking untoward solace. A thoughtless moment. Doc, to his mild surprise, did not mind.

There were precious few he allowed this close, fewer still who would take such a liberty unprompted. Yet, Wyatt, lost in his own thoughts, had drifted into his space without hesitation, expectation, or pretense. How rare and precious as glittering gems were a thing like Wyatt Earp.

And how amusing was it that the immovable bastion of law and restraint, taking such a foolish risk, throwing his own reputation into the proverbial fire for nothing more than a moment of play. A man like him did not waltz in the shadows with a known gambler, a dying man, a scoundrel in the eyes of some who rarely did a thing without a price attached.

Yet, there they both were. Two fools caught up in their unspoken words.

Doc breathed out carefully, eyes half-lidded as he tipped his head just enough to rest against the broad plane of Wyatt’s shoulder. An momentairy indulgence, nothing more. His fingers curled around Wyatt's waist, keeping him close. He was weary, and the warmth was pleasant in spite of his persistent fever. The quiet sway of their steps soothing in a way he could not articulate, Wyatt's heartbeat steady in Doc's ear.

Perhaps it was selfishness, a lapse in composure, or a desperate want for something secure. Either way, he let himself enjoy it. The moment would not last- nothing ever did. For now, with the world whittled down to the deep shadows and the twinkling stars above their silent witnesses, Doc allowed himself the rarest of luxuries.

Peace.

[beautyinsteadofashes]

chapter three: permanent record (4x09)

People always said it’s the quiet ones you've got to watch out for. He’d never listened. He'd rather keep tabs on the showmen. Those who were compensating, exaggerating and trying to be something they weren't... Sofia had a talent for watching, waiting and choosing her words...There was something crafty about the way in which she did it...They’d leave parties together and gossip and talk shit the whole way home. Home...Fuck.

[lavendertrash39]

So.. huntlow childhood friends au :]

It all starts with the mountain trial. All the scouts get left at the top of a mountain and they see who can make it down alive, and the fastest. 

Hunter is 9 years old when he attempts it. He ends up being one of the fastest scouts there. 

When he starts to reach the bottom of the mountain, he hears a girl cry out. He looks behind him and sees that he's far enough ahead, and goes to investigate the sound. He ends up finding a girl around his age standing by a stream, holding a bunch of mushrooms in her hands. 

She introduces herself as Willow. She's sweet, bubbly, and loves foraging, just like him! She seems equally excited when he shares that he has the same interest. He ends up showing her how to find a specific mushroom and gives her a bandaid for a scratch she'd gotten when tripping.

They unfortunately have to part ways soon after meeting each other, but neither of them forget their brief interaction. After all, they’d never met anyone else who enjoys foraging like they do.