#and also team seafoam is GREEN

[fishsticxz-art]

are you joining art fight this year?

oh yeah, i probably am! i haven't picked a team yet bc both options are so good but i miiight be swaying towards team stardust.... as always i'll be away for 10 days during the month (i work at a music summer camp) but other than that i'll be free to blast! i haven't updated any refs lol but the ones from last year are prooobably still fine.. anyway my profile is here if you wanna follow me or take a look at my guys!!!

[blinkees]

[unsanctitude]

[moocowart]

AAAAAYYYY ARTFIGHT 2024 BABYYYYY

(Not gonna be able to participate as much this year as past years, sorry lol, life)

[breannastewart]

whenever I see or hear the stew york thing and my immediate reaction is to cringe, like… no. that’s just stewie!!! anyway that team does not deserve to be acknowledged because they do not properly acknowledge her

me when i genuinely forget breanna stewart plays for the liberty now and i’m rudely reminded quite frequently

[twptwp]

TEAM SEAFOAM! I also made little pixel animations of my characters for my artfight page as seen below! Minus the little green dancing bird guy that's my buddy @bigrobotbil

[sophisticatedgia]

Today I met my boyfriends mother for the first time. She is where a large amount of his trauma comes from. She was so sweet and Christian. She told me out of all his girlfriends she likes me best. She was doing a garage sale. His mom said I could take anything I wanted for free. Got lots of white long sleeved shirts and a baby blue and white unicorn ceramic thing. I got my mom 2 cowgirl shirts, a turtleneck, boots, a bunch of socks, and a ceramic seafoam green hummingbird. Also my dad an XXXLarge tshirt and Atleast 6 granola bars. I also got my mom a cute cardigan with cardinal birds on it. I was born in stl and moved to the suburbs of St Louis when I was 2 years old. My mom LOVES hummingbirds, ever since I was a lil kid. She also enjoys going to cardinal games with my aunt who is a huge Cards fan. (Cardinals is stl baseball team)

Discovered this patchwork pink teddy bear. It was sorta magical because I actually bought my newly deactivated mutual / friend, a patchwork teddy bear sticker. It is sacred to me especially now she is deactivated. I hope she stays alive. I hope she is good to herself. I know she is strong. Also got this purple warm cardigan, my deactivated friends obsession lately was purple. So I dressed the pink bear in purple and had a photoshoot! A self love photoshoot! I hope she is alive and in good spirits, and lives a long, wholesome, happy, healthy life.

Edit: also helped a lot with moving things and whatnot clearing space after garage sale was finished and had a long chat with his mother. She showed me her religious altar for baby jesus. Surrounding him were tiny ceramic pandas, a plethora of them! Did you know my mom loves native Americans and took me on a native American guided meditation when I was 10 years old, to find my spirit animal? It was a panda!

Magical day.

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

Updated Intro Post

WRITING MASTERPOST

fic/writing requests are: on/off (btw if i’m not on here i’m probably on my alt @ireallyliketalldarksultrywomen cause i hit the post limit woopsies…)

my roleplay blogs are @ask-double-life-pearl and @ask-his-loyal-hand

I’m Em! You can also call me Emmett, Oli, Finn, Talia, or Sage

Im a (most likely) aro, transmasc, genderfluid, and POC (Nigerian)

My Fandoms Are: (the bolded are my main ones)

MUSICALS:

Team Starkid/Hatchetfield Trio (putting lautski in a blender)

SAF (“You don’t see, do you, Curt?” what if i hurled myself into orbit?)

Falsettos

Legally Blonde

Les Mis

Sweeney Todd

MCYT:

Life Series (i FROTH at the mouth when i hear treebark)

Empires 

Hermitcraft

Rats

Parkour Civilization

Whitepine 

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: 

Amphibia (love the plantars <3)

Dunmeshi

Fairly Oddparents (me and the cosmo are the same person you can convince me otherwise)

The Owl House

The MCU

MHA

Pokemon 

Gravity Falls

Doctor Who

Good Omens

GAMES:

Stardew Valley

DDLC

Mouthwashing

FNAF

Pokemon (again)

BOOKS:

The Outsiders

PJO/Riordanverse

The Glass Scientists 

ARTISTS:

Will Wood (i listen to him every. single. day.)

Mitski

Mommy Long Legs

The Crane Wives

Fiona Apple

Leith Ross

Dazey and the Scouts

Tyler, The Creator

i LOVE getting asks oh my god guys talk to me!!! i will literally yap forever. I also enjoy reading (but i get distracted a lot), and my favorite colors are purple and seafoam green :)

my birthdays April 17th and there’s a big chance Im neurodivergent.

TAGS:

#treebark coffee shop au <— the au i never knew i needed until some random night i was sleep deprived

#requests <— fics that have been requested by you guys!

#asks <— asks from you lovely people

#fics <— my writing tag!!

#rambles <— talkin about silly stuff

#polls <— i like polls a concerning amount so you might find some stuff on here

#Oh captain let’s make a deal! <— tgs mer au @raine-st0rm and i made! things that relate to it and stuff (animatics, playlists, fics, snippets, etc)

my ao3:

annnd my stats.fm!

i enjoy having moots but i’m too shy to interact with people 😭

my main playlists! (having them on shuffle is WILD; sometimes they go from starkid to the oozes to will wood to mommy long legs)

[rainbowdaydream13]

Lacy Rose 🌹💖✨

Lacy Rose is a 12 year old coral/peach pink Mobian hedgehog who is the twin sister of Amy Rose. 

Lacy shares some similar personality traits like her sister, but Lacy is more bubbly, sweet-natured, and feminine. She doesn’t express much negative emotion unless the situation is appropriate and necessary. Lacy is a celebrity just like her sister Amy, both live in an apartment together in Central City. When Amy decided to pursue a new career in joining Sonic and his friends to stop Dr. Eggman, Lacy fully supported Amy’s decision to go. Sometimes Lacy can get a little homesick when Amy isn’t around, the same would go for her sister. But the two would always find some quality time whenever there’s time. 

Although she has no experience, Lacy does know how to step up and help those in need. With the example of joining Team Sonic’s friends and allies to protect their home in their absence while they’re gone off to space with Cosmo the Seedrian, and later joining the Restoration of Sonic Freedom Forces.

Facts About Lacy Rose

Lacy’s name is inspired and a reference to Olivia Rodrigo’s song, “Lacy”, from her second album GUTS. 

One of Lacy’s headcanon voices would be that of Emily (Shoba Narayan) from Hazbin Hotel. Lacy also shares the same personality and outfit as Emily. 

Lacy’s eyes are seafoam green. 

Lacy likes coquette aesthetic. 

Lacy’s style is both Sweet and Hime (Princess) Lolita fashion. 

Lacy only wears cute dresses and/or skirts. This also includes wearing only pretty mary janes and cute girly heel boots. 

Lacy’s pigtails are inspired by fanarts of Amy Rose as Sakura Miku Hatsune. 

Lacy wears a variety of different outfits when working as an organizer of the Restoration in Sonic Freedom Forces. 

One of Lacy’s Restoration outfits are based on Amy’s uniform outfit from Sonic X. 

Lacy and Amy share the same birthday. Meaning that Lacy’s birthday is also on September 23rd as Amy from the canon franchise. 

Lacy’s zodiac sign is libra. 

Lacy’s favorite food is cotton candy.

[artfightdramaconfessions]

I picked team Seafoam because all the cool edgy artists are picking stardust and I also love the color green. Its gonna be so fun this year :3

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[b4ts1e]

▀▄▀▄▀▄An Alternate Meeting▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌���𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝: Baxter and MC go to Sunset Bird for their summer vacation, choosing to be roommates for the short time despite being there for seperate reasons. Takes place in Step 3 of OL:B&A.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was an average day in Sunset Bird- well that's what it seemed like to Cove as he helped the ORCA clean up the remenants of a party that happened last night on the shore line. Despite Cove loving the summer, after all school was offically out and he could go surfing if he pleased- but the part he disliked severely was the vacationers who come here just for the summer and leaving their mess everywhere only for it to be swept into the sea.

The seafoam haired boy was lost in his thoughts, silently cursing the ones who left such a mess behind before his focus was broken by a voice behind him, making him jump slightly.

"Excuse me, but- may I ask you a question really quick?" He turned around to see a boy behind him with white and black hair, a hand in his pocket and his phone in the other- wearing a half black and half white button down shirt. Cove rose to his feet, not bothering to wipe the sand from his shins and knees- unbothered by the texture. "What can I do for you?" Now don't get me wrong- Cove was not a people person, but he wouldn't allow himself to tarnish the ORCA name by showing his frustrations to someone who was obviously one of the previously mentioned vacationers. "Sorry to interupt your work, but I'm looking for my friend- their name is MC and they said they'd be helping the ORCA today. I have a picture of them if that'd help." The black and white boy turned his phone around, showing Cove a photo of two people. One was a person in a white sweater with gray-blue acents, they had long brunette hair and a grin plastered onto their face as their arm was loosely wrapped around the other person in the picture. The first was unfamiliar, but the second person- who was adorned in a slightly larger, heavy dull green puffer jacket with fur lining, also grinning brightly with a peace sign up- was definetely familiar. "Their name is MC, they volunteered with your group for this summer." The boy provided a bit more insight after getting no reply from Cove as he analyzed the image. "Yeah- I recognize them. They were stationed here with me for a bit, but went to get waters for us." He explained before- as if being summoned, MC came jogging down the shore with a small cooler and more garbage bags. "Mr. Holden! I'm back! Sorry that look so long!" they shouted a bit, catching the attention of both boys- that's when they noticed the black and white boy with their teammate. "Oh! Baxter! Hey!" their voice slowly quieted down as they neared the two, slightly panting from the mix of jogging and the heat they were definetely not used to- it was much cooler in Golden Grove, even in the summer months. "There you are, I came to check how things were going and met your team mate- I am so sorry I never got your name...and I never told you mine. How rude of me. I'm Baxter Ward, it's a pleasure to meet you-" He introduced himself, leaving the last sentence to be contiued by the blue eyed boy. "Oh uh- Cove Holden. Also- MC I told you before, Mr. Holden is too formal. Just use my name, please." He said, taking the cooler from MC and checking it's contents- seeing multiple waters and cut fruits.

"Oh- uh, somebody named Jamie dropped by the ORCA headquarters and left the fruit for you. I brought it with since there's still work to do and I heard you mumbling about being hungry before I left, hope that was okay?" They explained, causing a light blush to spread across Cove's cheeks- slightly embarrassed to be called out for his muttering, how much had they overheard? "Thanks, uhm- sorry." His slight embarassment contiued, growing slightly when the two tourists chuckled a bit. "Don't apologize, seriously. We've been out here since ten cleaning up after these people- it's completely valid to be hungry after four hours of work." MC offered him a smile. "Anyways- now that I'm here, if you'd like I can help out? Make this go faster?" Baxter offered, slipping his phone into his beach short pocket. "I'd be alright with it, but Cove- is it fine if he helps out? Just for right now." They ask to which he nodded, he was not going to turn down an offer to help. "Sure, not like an extra hand could hurt any. Plus, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can return to HQ." He was quick to drop down to the ground again, picking up trash once more- this time being joined by two others. "So- not a fan of summer tourists huh?" MC said with a smirk, not looking away from the ground as they clean. Baxter gasped in mock offence, playing along. "Oh goodness! We barely know each other and you already dislike me Cove?! Oh woe is me!" he said over dramatically, obviously acting, making both MC and Cove laugh. "It's not that, I'm just- annoyed at the ones who think they can leave all this trash around as if it isn't doing any harm. The ORCA is one of the few clean the beach programs in Sunset Bird, so it sucks that the work load practically triples in the summer when we all could be doing something starting a fundraiser or enjoying the beach properly." He rambled a bit once the laughter died down, the look in his eye showed how passionate he was about the ORCA's mission. "Y'know- you remind me of one of our friends from Golden Grove. She's just like you about keeping her forest clean, it's how she earned the title Queen of the Forest." MC explained with a light chuckle, smiling at the two boys who kept cleaning but were listening intently. "You make her sound so peaceful MC, Tamarack gets super protective over you- it's scary!" Baxter quipped back, chuckling a bit. "She isn't scary, try angering Autumn back in middle school! They're the one who gets scary when being protective!" MC stated back before looking to Cove with a smile. "Sorry, Autumn is another one of our friends-" they had started before Baxter cut them off "You mean your partner~?" he teased, making MC flush pink. "Baxter! We're not together!" they sputtered out quickly before clearing their throat to contiue. "He's another one of our friends, from Golden Grove. We all grew up together, similar to you and Jamie I assume?" they offer him an easy in to the conversation. "Oh- yeah. Me and Jamie met when I first moved here, they were the first friend I made here in Sunset Bird." He replied with a thankful smile, before the conversation continued peacefully as the three cleaned. Chatting about how they met their friends, memories, and getting to know each other as the day passes slowly. Although it'd be temporary for one of them- this was the start of a beautiful summer blossom friendship.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,192

[szkicel]

how lucky of me to have most of the bookmarked bug ocs be from the team Seafoam, bc ngl as a bug (and nature) enjoyer i was also gonna go with the green aesthetic first as it’s more fitting, but now i’m glad I didn’t bc every other bug enthusiast had the same idea lmao

[horizon-verizon]

you always say what i think!!

i'm leaning towards TB myself, but saying that daemon is fighting for anyone but himself is ridicules. he's not a good person. and that's ok! we're allowed to enjoy morally grey \ villainous characters!

i see team black defending blood and cheese, team green defending aegon... and like... are you guys serious??? they're all horrible!!

also i love that you defending nettles and her importance in the show, because i'm seeing a lot of people want her to be erased.

thank you for your nuanced takes! it's always a delight to read your posts.

Anon's referring to this post but specifically its reblogs.

I want to make clear that yes I do think that he loves Rhaenyra and Laena and does have a heart...I'm not a Daemon-has-a-heart-for-others denier. You don't have to be a "good" person to actually care about your own family and fight for their lives bc you actually care for them to thrive and survive, which is what he does.

I doubt Nettles will appear in the show if she doesn't appear a few minutes to the episode after the one where we see Rhaenyra speak to the dragonseeds. But Nettles is an extremely important character, more so than Mysaria, Ulf the White, and even Alyn Velaryon once you really consider her a parallel to Dany & how Targs connect to dragons or experience and affirm their already magical bonds. Once again, I refer to the former brideoffires/now starlight and seafoam (Twitter)'s post about Nettles, Quentyn Martell, and Dany HERE.

And branwynhlfwitch's commentary:

Once again, Rhaenyra was her own woman, yes, but she also was created in the first place to be a part of a larger commentary about the very thing that makes some/a lot of people not understand how and why Daenerys is central to the ASoIaF story/her "messiah"/saviourdom: power cycles maintained through systematic misogyny.

[lunarfeat21]

Sparkling Shakedown

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Chapter three: The Sparkling Palooza

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“Awww, she’s so cute!” Slipstream whispered as he quietly slid next to his companion holding the sparkling as ‘she’ cooed.

“It really brings tears to my eyes.” Denny sniffed as Russell patted his father’s back, but was also in tears at this special moment.

Others approached Bumblebee and Drift, met with the same, joyous reaction as Slipstream did, and one by one picked a sparkling out of the pod. 

A grand total of six sparklings are put in a very spacious bathtub as a temporary crib, and each is more diverse than the other.

One is a smaller and younger version of a Chompazoid, the main color is a dusty light blue with a darker color variation in certain platings, a grayish bright throat and also with a teal color optics. 

Next to the Chompazoid as its companions are snoozing, three little bots are confirmed to be car alts due to their small doorwings and are different from one to another. 

The first is a sleek lambo sunning herself, her warm cream orange paint job against the sunlight added wonder to it before yawning and rolling front side. It turns out, it’s a femme as well with little lashes on each optic, on top of the helm sports out the common headpiece of a pair of horns. The underparts and sides are a subtle dark purple and indigo, on top of that, the biolight of the sparkling is a strong turquoise.

“Look at her!” Sideswipe whispered excitedly as he pointed at the snoozer, which made Strongarm rolled her optics “She’s gonna be an awesome speedster under my wing!”

The rest couldn’t help but chuckle at Sideswipe’s little rambling, Strongarm noticed the second sleeping sparkling next to the femme.

Next to her, a little mech with seafoam green and a deep shade of periwinkle blue, shuffled a bit before settling back down again. His horns are a fuchsia red color along with other parts, plus a similar shade of indigo in the underparts as the femme. Biolights are also turquoise.

Strongarm couldn’t help but smile, the little mech vaguely resembled her, not only faded facial features, but also the alt as it turns out the little mech is going to be a pickup truck. 

Once the sparklings wake up, she’s immediately naming that mech ‘Nightro’. A mocking version of Nightra, her ex friend’s name. 

‘Is this out of sheer pettiness?’ Strongarm thought as she walked away to somewhere, probably thinking to herself if this even moral to begin with and the team will not stop her.

Bumblebee giggled when Fixit told him a cheesy, but hilarious joke as he and Bumblebee laughed. The laughter, though not quite loud, but was enough to cause the last sparkling to slightly stirred and started to fuss over the noise.

The two noticed and abruptly stopped, Bumblebee proceeded to walk over and picked the sparkling up as he swayed the fusser. 

The third sparkling is a copper rose mech, with matte accents of the same color in the underparts, shining bronze at the tip of the doorwings, edges of the helm, and the tips of his tiny servos. The helm is smooth and round, counting for two pieces of the helm shot out from the back with a split middle that formed in the shape of a smooth diamond. It had no horns or any other helm accessories, with the exception of a small row of three-to-ten diamond shapes repeating from big to small on the two helm pieces.

On the grayish faceplace, with a weird dark marking on the corner of the upper left faceplate, almost like a small heart shaped smudge. Bumblebee lightly traced the outline of the mark.

The fussing lessened and Bumblebee put the sparkling back to its spot, the tyke was content and went back to whatever pleasant dreamland.

After setting the copper rose sparkling down, the Minicon sparkling from earlier was sat beside another sparkling. 

To the team’s bewildered surprise, mainly Bumblebee’s, is that the last sparkling is a Wolficon pup. A much smaller, younger version of a certain grown silver tongued Wolficon.

Except for the bluish tones and yellow optics, this pup had a reddish buff color as the main. On top of that, from helm to tail, there some grayish faded patches with two different spots. One are tiny dark brown dots scattering across the hide with white tear like dots.

The upper calves, torso, ears, and faceplate had an almost pure white with a mixed light cream. Some had the little brown spots, but a very few.

 A noticeable feature on the faceplate, specifically the left side on the corner of the orange optic, is a black dot, like one of the white dots inverted and fell to the spot.

They initially thought the youngster was infected with cosmic rust, due to the rustic coloring and grayish patch. Fixit later examines the youngling and turns out he’s not.

In fact, Fixit checked all the sparklings and they’re healthy.

That brought a huge comfort for Bumblebee, the sparklings are healthy and are no way damaged or harmed from whatever they came.

However, there is a little dread in his processor as he sought the sleeping sparklings. He doesn't know what it is, but he had a hunch that something terrible is brewing out there, watching them probably as everyone else is in their own worlds.

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The Wolficon froze with ears still, grinning from the intel he gathered. This would be excellent, he didn’t care if the others couldn’t agree and nag at him.

“Fellas,” the leader began as he walked away from their spot, which made the other members follow suit,  and headed towards the opposite direction to the wilderness “let’s return and rest.”

“Well finally!” Underbite exclaimed then yawned. As tired as he was, nor the type asking questions, Uderbite couldn’t help but ask what Steeljaw heard, since he became quiet after the weird beam died down. “Wait, what did you hear in that junky slagged place, Steeljaw?”

The rest shifted their gaze at Steeljaw as he transformed into his car alt mode, which the rest did as well. That’s a really good question, as it excited Steeljaw.

“That is something that you had to see for yourself tomorrow, brother.”

Is the last word before he drives off with others in tow, back to their hideout to rest.

‘And,’ his processor whispered, ‘This is what I need for my Empire; the youth is the lifeblood of every group, nation, and world; large or small. These sparklings, under my care, are the future, and heirs of my dream. My dream of a Decepticon homeworld.’

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[The Beginning] | [Chapter four]

[starliteradio]

Sparktober bingo prompt: first kiss. Somehow what was supposed to be a fluffy <1000 word snippet morphed into something longer with angst 🙃 (with a hopeful ending). Also, my personal rules are to finish a piece in one sitting with minimal editing, and just flow with my stream of consciousness so if these seem a bit meandering, that’s why. Trying to keep it as relaxed as possible!

Credit to @thecalvarys (Quibilah on ao3) who wrote a great set of lines that subconsciously inspired the last part of this.

*

Summertime, and the living’s easy ~ or so it seems, sitting in the sand and watching the last vestiges of light over calm waters. John squints his eyes against the sun, takes a sip of something deep burgundy, a gin-like spice within the elderberry flavor. He’s not entirely convinced the drink lacks mind-altering properties.

Be cautious accepting drinks on foreign planets, Teyla had warned him. Even amongst friends. Which is the case on this fine evening, here on a planet with a name he can’t ever pronounce – old friends among the Athosians thankfully lacking in nuclear weapons and conniving plots, and abundant in food and wine. But refreshments safely imbibed by the Pegasus galaxy denizens may not be so benign those hailing from Earth, so he must be cautious.

He's been cautious, so far. Just a few sips of this pungent juice and sure, he’s feeling a bit more blissed-out than normal but…hell, after everything they’ve been through…

“Have you tried the fire wine?” He whips his head towards the sudden voice, yet the movement feels like it's in slow motion. Dr. Weir swims before him, a wooden cup in hand.

“Just this.” He raises his cup an inch in turn. “Some…berry drink.”

She sits beside him on the sand blasted log in a blur of seafoam green. She’s wearing a sleeveless shirt he’s seen before, that beautiful calming shade of seafoam and it’s just a casual shirt but he’s so used to seeing her in a damn uniform all the time, and this is different and fun and low-cut enough to stoke his imagination…

He blinks, averts his eyes hopefully not too quickly and takes a nervous sip of elderberry. He shouldn’t be feeling nervous. He focuses on the water, tries to let the drink pull him under into a haze once again.

This is weird though, her sitting here, after being pissed with him for a solid week - upset after another foolhardy stunt he’d pulled to protect them all after a Wraith encounter on another planet. But it’d worked, right? He’d got his team out, he’d come out (relatively) unscathed aside from staring death in the face again for a harrowing moment, and yet she’s been upset…

But she seems to have forgotten that now, sitting next to him on this beautiful night, under a canopy that makes him think of the Earth during the Cretaceous Period, all palms and primitive cedar-like conifers.

“…this fire wine,” she’s saying, her words soft and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. “It’s a ceremonial drink for the Athosians, religious rituals and weddings and such. It seems the Chamaenerions have adopted it as well, and have their own variation. You know fire is sacred to the Athosians…?”

He’s trying to hang on to every word, but is just…too distracted, she seems so alive and happy, her eyes shining even in the fading light instead of appearing shadowed.

His stomach suddenly pangs, and it feels so wrong in that moment.

“…John?” Her voice seems miles away.

“I um…” He can’t focus, mind swimming and flickering weirdly. “Sorry. I’m sorry about…you know.”

Her expression sobers, and he’s mentally kicking himself…why the hell are you apologizing now? Where did that even come from…?

“It’s okay,” she says shortly, but there’s a knowing, almost tender look in her expression. “Let’s just…enjoy the night, okay?”

He nods, watching her face blur before him. He won’t throw himself into the fire again, can’t imagine even considering it with her looking at him the way she is now…and he suddenly becomes aware of their hands resting upon the log, how close they’d inadvertently placed them.

He draws a sharp breath.

“Elizabeth!” Teyla’s voice cuts through the night, and the noise of the world suddenly flows in again. “Come…we’re lighting the bonfires…and you too, John…”

He’s not even sure he’ll be steady on his feet, but with Elizabeth’s help, he makes it.

*

When all is done and if this expedition ever becomes declassified, these are the moments that won’t ever make it into the inevitable documentaries, John figures.

Exploring planets and fighting Wraith makes for some gripping drama, but will anyone ever know of the liminal moments marking the majority of their time? Lunches and meetings and moments just waiting and prepping for the next adventure, sometimes waiting in anxiety for what might hail upon them from the skies. Small, fleeting moments to be sure…but added up, over time, enough to be significant.

Every morning, his new ritual of arriving at her office with their sad excuse for coffee, which becomes weaker with each passing day as they try to stretch their dwindling resources. Coffee morphing to Athosian tea, or lemon in hot water on a particularly unlucky day....but still he’ll arrive at 0600, and they’ll sit and debrief, or sometimes just chat, and she laughs at his jokes sometimes and it gives him that floaty feeling like on that Chamaenerion island with the elderberry wine.

It's a good feeling, but it makes him nervous, makes him near panic sometimes.

Still, he continues the ritual, and finds himself finding other ways to catch a few minutes in her company, even more so as the days pass in growing shadow.

*

They narrowly escape with their lives. Except the many who aren’t so lucky, Ford among them.

Elizabeth barely talks afterwards. And she has a haunted look in her eye, her “thank yous” tense the two times he offers her tea, before he figures it would be better to leave her be for a while.

Again, he doesn’t get it…they were out of options. He had to do it.

But as he imagines the look in her eyes, a faint voice seems to arise within, questioning his conviction.

Frustrated, he shoves away the bedsheets and stalks into the halls. He has no idea what time it is – could be midnight, could be 0300 for all he cares.

His breath catches as he passes through the balcony doors and finds her overlooking the ocean. Though all his senses scream for him to turn right around, he’s drawn inexorably forward.

They stand carefully apart, wordless for the longest three minutes of his life though his mind spins frantically.

“If you’re still upset about me going out there…” he starts quite suddenly, surprising himself, but the words falter just as quickly as she faces him, her expression rather blank.

The silence stretches.

“Why?” she finally asks, soft anger lacing her voice though it's barely audible over the waves. The hard line of her move wavers for just a moment. “Why is it so easy for you to just throw your life away? Is that all you think you’re worth – just some kind of - shield?”

“Elizabeth…there was no other way.” His voice is hard now, his eyes hard upon hers…he knows it, he knows she damn well knows it but won’t accept it, for some reason. One moment she was hugging him in the gate room in fierce relief, and he was some sort of hero in everyone’s eyes. But now, she's upset.

But he can't shake the remorse pooling in the pit of his stomach, the unease he feels realizing that she cares so much.

She shakes her head nearly imperceptibly, mouth thinning. “There’s always another way.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but falters again, now noticing how her eyes shine in the soft golden light. She impatiently swipes at the tears she can’t hold back, cursing under her breath and turning to determinedly face the ocean.

“Elizabeth…” He feels near sick with guilt now, but approaches her, tentatively resting a hand on the back of her shoulder.

He doesn’t know how it happens, both faster than he realizes and so slowly, but she’s In his arms and he’s enveloping her completely, as though to hide her forever from this galaxy and all its horrors. Tears streaming silently down both their faces, neither given to overt displays of emotion but all the anguish of the past weeks finally pouring from them in that moment, released to the wind and sea.

And she’s clinging him back, and she’s looking up with pooling shadowed eyes and his mind’s swimming like on that island…and without thinking, he’s drawing her closer.

And they’re kissing in the shadows of the balcony, late on that night soon after cheating death, and suddenly he’s never felt so alive.

When they break apart, he’s trembling slightly, and he doesn’t fully let go. He can’t.

He doesn’t know what just happened, and after a minute, can’t quite sit comfortably with it, not when he feels like he’s floating on air.

“Want some tea?” It slips out, so terribly mundane, and he cringes.

But her mouth quirks with the ghost of a smile, her eyes soft when she turns to him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Heart thudding, he follows her back through the door, acutely aware that things will never be quite the same.

*

[19871997]

Random question but what are your fave (if you have any) nhl jerseys? And what is your fave oilers jersey? Feel free to add in any other teams if you want too

omg fun question w the oilers i like most of their navy jerseys the most like their third jerseys/their alts speak to me greatly weirdly cunty photo of connie but the navy really is just so good icl + leon looks great in it too

their weirdass oildrop/gear/comet reverse retros:

arent that bad when its navy either but these alts def win

that being said i rlly like the wild home jersey the green is so good and its hard to do green and red without aggressively giving christmas but they did succseed !

the wild logo is also just very very good the shooting star mn north stars may you live on forever and ever etc etc like just a banger colour combo banger logo hard to go wrong

(honorary mention to their reverse retros for the stars down the sides of the shorts. it is a little unfortunate the rest of thejersey is a bit of an eyesore)

the avs also have like zero misses in their jersey history like no real eyesores just interesting choices (black shorts w blue/burgandy jerseys for far too long) and their logo slays and main colour scheme always eats i like their alt (hard to go wrong w navy)

but their 2022-23 reverse retros were so so good

also honorable mentions the kraken home jerseys are fantastic hit it right out the park w those seafoam green w red accents unbelieveable cunt to have the balls to attempt seafoam and get it right

and ofcourse robopenguin

just bring it back permanently ❤️