#and then get up and restart it

[scarecrowmax]

I know it's unlikely to ever happen but Manhunt Score physical release when???

[hijinxinprogress]

Whenever the JL starts complaining about YJs public image YJ just straight up gaslights them

[whitecollarcrimekids]

Why don’t we talk more about the fact that Neal Caffrey had poetry magnets in his cell?!? This is a fanfiction dream!!! Our boy was writing angsty prison poetry!!!

[crescentpaws]

we return to kotlc sims

- got the horse ranch pack so i could add silveny & the other alicorns + so stina can live out her horse girl dreams 🥰

- added vika & timkin heks as well so i had them move to a bigger house with plenty of space for animals & such

why is this the first notification i get 😭 i literally just spawned you guys into the world what are you doing

- stina tried to make mac & cheese but ended up setting herself on fire…

- invited sophie over for funsies and stina started yelling at her 😭 of course

- the alicorns!!! (aka i took a unicorn family from the gallery and edited their colors slightly)

stina & luna <3

WHAT THE FUCK

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[lagunapoint]

Give me a scene where they love each other again, where he calls her his home, where he kisses her and places his hands on her hips, pressing his leg between hers. Can you imagine how happy he must be, what must happen in his heart, if she actually kept her promise that their love would make it through this way, damn it. It should bring him back to life, knowing that the woman he left for 10 years, the one he still loves, is still willing to come to him and give him another chance. For some reason, I’m sure that, like a gumiho, he falls in love only once and for a lifetime. Whether she stays with him or not, that's Lavellan's decision. And I'm scared that I'll play it wrong for myself and everything will go wrong. Maker don’t let that happen. Otherwise I’ll cry.

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[theotherbuckley]

Okay but Tommy drops out of high school — he told his father he was gay and he told him he could either be homeless or go to military school. He goes to military school and joins the army and he likes flying the helicopters because it means he doesn’t have to do any of the killing himself. And he makes some friends.

There's one guy who's like the squad leader who's a few years old and built like a Greek god and Tommy's young and a little bit in love. And they're friends maybe even family because this whole group of people spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together. And they all talk like a family and they all say they love each other and tease each other and it's nice. And one night it's just the two of them trading a flask of some sort of alcohol that Tommy doesn't know the name of and the man asks Tommy why he joined the army and where he wants to be in five years and Tommy trusts this man. He's half way in love with him so he doesn't even think twice before he tells the story about the time he came out to his family and his father nearly beat him to death before sending him here. And the conversation tapers off after that and he doesn’t register the change in the air but when he wakes up the next morning he’s being dishonourably discharged because he poses “unacceptable risk to the high standards of morale, good order and discipline, and unit cohesion that are the essence of military capability”. He knows what that means.

Tommy joins the fire department because he doesn’t know what else to do. He represses anything regarding his sexuality because he knows now that it’s wrong. He almost feels like he has a family again because his captain seems to like him and some of the guys are cool even if they say things he doesn’t agree with. And then he starts agreeing because maybe they’re right and he’s wrong and he’s just inherently wrong. So he follows their leads and is just straight racist because that’s how he can fit in.

And then a black lesbian woman joins and says she’s a black lesbian woman and Tommy doesn’t understand that either because you can’t be queer you just can’t be because it’s wrong.

But he nearly dies and and an Asian man saves his life and a black lesbian woman comes up with a better idea than any of them had and she tells them she’s no different and she is just as capable. So he improves himself he does and he tries to be better but he still can’t be who he is because the last 2 times he was honest about that he was betrayed.

Tommy leaves the 118 and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is lifted and he meets this guy he likes who likes him back and the 217 don’t seem to have a problem with the gender neutral pronouns and he slowly but surely lets himself open up again and be who he is and when the thing with that guy doesn’t work out because he’s moving to New York and Tommy’s not sure he’s ready to leave, it’s okay because his crew is there and they support him and he can still be himself.

[blackmoonowl]

So my Hancock despawned whilst I just made progress on my settlement. I tried everything to get this asshole back in the game.

Had to delete THREE hours of progress by loading a previous save. Finally got his ass back.

The FIRST thing this guy does after I suffered so much to get him back.

Is tell me the fucking 'ghoul walks into a bar' joke

[doveywovy]

izuna trapped in a groundhog day scenario after tobirama kills him like in canon, and at first he assumes it's just a matter of being the one to kill tobirama instead.

but that doesn't work- and he tries it multiple times, right? at least 10 loops he wastes on being the one to kill Tobirama and bring the Uchiha to victory. He wastes even more assuming it's a matter of needing total victory. Of killing all the Senju, of getting them to admit defeat, every variation he can think of. None of it breaks the loop.

So then he tries to grant his brother's peace. Maybe that's what this is about? ending the cycle of violence? Feels deeply wrong but fine, he'll try it. It takes him a horrific number of tries- and an astounding number of deaths- but eventually he figures out how to not-kill tobirama while also not-dying while also somehow convincing the Senju to make peace.

The loop restarts. He tries again. The loop restarts. He tries again. At a certain point, he starts to forget what it was like to live outside the loop. He starts to worry he'll break it and then immediately die, because his instincts when it comes to death are extremely fucked. He starts to struggle in his interactions with the people around him- he can't relate to their viewpoint. He can't comprehend their concerns. He's broken them down into puzzle pieces, into parts of his steps to achieve something, and he can't put them back into being 'people' in his brain.

The loop restarts. He stops trying. He starts doing whatever he wants. There's no consequences if he skips out on the battle for the day to spend it learning how to play the zither- no real consequences. His painting improves. He can carry a note for once. He learns a bit about weaving, about sealing, about infrastructure. The loop restarts. The loop restarts. The loop restarts. He learns about the Uchiha religion- none of it entails what he's been trapped in.

He gives up. He's mastered all his hobbies, indulged every interest, there's nothing left to learn or experience that he can feasibly manage in the time span he's got. He does nothing.

The loop restarts.

[sneeb-canons]

None of HMS have a good sleeping schedule.

Heart sleeps a LOT more than Mind and Soul. He usually naps throughout the day, often being asleep more than awake.

Mind will work himself to death. He has to be made to go to sleep or else he will pass out on his desk.

Soul is the worst. He doesn't sleep at all. The only times he does are when he passes out from too much caffeine intake.

Headcanon #721

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Malaysian Grand Prix - Red Flag - Mark Webber(ft. Fernando Alonso)

[longhands-the-second]

I’ve really been digging red/green contrast lately

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Okay so I'm not about to watch four hours of me crocheting Shedinja, but I was curious what I sounded like for the first bit of it where I was trying to explain my thought process as I crocheted and I forgot that literally 20 seconds in, Saturn my cat appears before I have even actually started doing anything yet and it's so so funny

[lazyevaluationranch]

17-03-2024 Vulture.

The turkey vultures spend the winter in Venezuela, fly North along the mainland, and circle in groups above the shoreline. In the air they mostly lock their wings open and glide, not flap. So where the land ends they must circle at the water's edge and wait for the wind to be right to glide across to the islands in a group.

For months there have been no vultures, and then suddenly yesterday the wind opened their way home and the island's whole population is here, all at once. It's like someone found a giant knife switch labeled "Vultures" in a cave and shoved it to "on" with a satisfying "KA-VULTURE" sound.

The house is perched atop a stony ridge. The sun falls on the bare dark glacier-scraped slope behind the house and warms the stone, and from the warm stone a column of warm air rises. The vultures enter this invisible pillar of air and circle around its edges, upwards, upwards, around and above the house on ink-dark wings that glow where the sunlight comes through the edges of the feathers.

Sometimes they leave this air-column and glide over to the next stone ridge, the next invisible column of air, and the next beyond it, the next beyond that. Watching the vultures trace out the locations of the pillars, you get a sense of a whole vast structure of warmth and wind, like some grand invisible temple rising hundreds of meters into the bright brazen sky.

It's always here, I think, the huge columns, the invisible temple the glaciers built, made of air and light. But I can only see its structure when the vultures trace it out for me, like architectural drawings. Glad someone found the KA-VULTURE switch this year.