#answer tbd.

[hotshotsxyz]

hi abbie! from the prompt list: buddie, ” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts." please?

(buddie) (656 words) i have, once again, taken this in what is almost certainly a different direction than intended

“Hey, Shan,” Eddie says softly.

The air is crisp and cold, unseasonably so for early November, but the sun shines bright against a cloudless blue sky. It’s a perfect day to spend outside, and a perfect day to have a conversation he should’ve had years ago.

Eddie brushes a few errant leaves from Shannon’s headstone then sits in the grass beside it.

“It’s been a while since I came here without Christopher. He—he’s so much like you, Shannon, you have no idea. But I…”

Eddie scrubs a hand down his face and sighs.

“I need to talk to you about something else. Tell you some things that I wish I’d figured out a little sooner. Things I wish I could’ve told you face to face.”

Eddie closes his eyes and tips his face toward the sun.

“I still don’t really know how to say any of it out loud, but I’m going to try,” he says.

A soft breeze blows through the cemetery, ghosting across Eddie’s face like a gentle caress. The corners of his lips tick into a small smile.

“I miss you,” he admits. “I miss you so much it hurts. But I… I think you were right.”

This is so much harder than he thought it would be, but every word comes a little easier than the last.

“We were kids when we met. The same age Christopher is now, can you believe that? And we were still kids when we had him. I don’t think either of us really got that at the time.”

Eddie pulls his knees to his chest and rests his folded arms on them.

“Neither of us had the chance to figure out who we would’ve been on our own. These last few months have been the first time I’ve ever even lived alone, you know? And I—I’ve finally realized that I’m not the person I’ve been trying to force myself to be.”

There’s a thread coming loose along one of the seams of Eddie’s jeans. He picks at it until another stitch pops free.

“I’ve been holding onto your ghost almost as long as I knew you, Shan. I think it’s about time I set both of us free.”

Eddie takes a shaky breath.

“I kept you on a pedestal, because if you were the one great love of my life then I wasn’t—”

His eyes begin to sting.

“I loved you so much, but not the way I thought I was supposed to. You were my best friend. Think that might be a thing for me,” he laughs wetly.

“I wish you could’ve met him for real. I think you’d’ve gotten along. And I… I wish we’d gotten the chance to be friends again. You probably would’ve told me to get my head out of my ass way sooner.”

A tear slips down his cheek, followed quickly by another.

“I’m gay,” Eddie says.

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud. Something that feels like the weight of the entire world lifts from his chest.

“So you were definitely right about the divorce,” he jokes, and then the joke turns into a laugh, and the laugh turns into a sob.

A gust of wind blows, knocking a few leaves loose from the nearby tree. One of them drifts slowly and softly through the air until it lands gently on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Shan,” Eddie whispers.

He sits with her a while longer, long enough for his tears to dry and his thoughts to quiet.

“I’m going to try,” Eddie says when he stands. “I’m going to try to be happy. I promise.”

He lingers a few moments longer, then heads back to the cemetery’s entrance.

Just beyond the gate, sitting exactly where Eddie left him, is Buck. He looks up from his book as soon as Eddie crosses the threshold.

“Ready?” Buck asks softly.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I think I am.”

[kayvsworld]

every time i see someone trying to label specifically what tony’s mental health situation is or isn’t i pour one out for natasha romanoff who entered the ring at the worst possible moment (he’s dying he’s got heavy metal poisoning he’s actively lying to everyone around him he’s very recently traumatized) under orders from her boss to decide, definitely, on paper what mentally is going on with this man. like girl you are not qualified

[enden-k]

its actually a little funny bc sua was my main motivation for alnst (i love her to bits) and then boom she died in the first round. i saw ivan and immediately fell for him too (damn his fangs) and then boom he died in the sixth round. all my alnst faves are doomed (or i have a taste for doomed characters-) and i have now (even more) trust issues LMAOOO

[kabukiaku]

for that one anonymous who was asking about ghoul…anatomy I’m sorry I can’t for the life of me give you an actual answer cause I don’t actually look up ref cause I literally can’t bring myself to see a real life 🍆. 😔

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Hello! I saw that you had a human design for the Tengu, and I wanted to ask: got any hcs for our bird demon as human? Or just hcs in general, wither will work

Hey! Bro- you won't believe it, but i literally was thinking about Humanized Tengu (for uh- reasons) when I opened tumblr just to see this ask, like deadass??? ad;kjdfdfsa Clearly it was a sign!

But I don't have that many hc about him tbh?? He was a very spontaneous creation for that day, so like here have just some basic info:

the original design i did for ninjavember is kind of how Tengu looked at the prime of his powers in human form, when it/he faced First Ninja.

He is very unnaturally tall, has bone white (practically ashen) skin, with the end of his limbs being dark grey (like literal ash/burned). His body is covered in blue markings like tattoos (very inspired by Law from One Piece haha) and his hair is a mix of feathers and fur-like hair (like birds). He is usually dressed in rich clothes, with his wings acting like sort of cape.

He likes to smoke the pipe ;) its less of actual smoking leaf and more 'energy and fire itself' type of smoking.

He is kind of an asshole, but he greatly (if reluctantly) respects First Ninja because he managed to defeat him and use his powers for his own means. He despises having his powers used by others, but he also kinda respects that it is for a noble cause.

When it comes to Ninjas who came after, he kind of feels like a dad who was forced to take care of kids he never wanted, and those kids literally suck life force out of him, lol.

And that's about all I got for now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But thanks for the ask i loved a chance to doodle him ;)

[jtl-fics]

Fluent freshman? 🥺

6/19/24 WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | TBD

“Me?” he asks.

“No, Smith.” Andrew rolls his eyes.

“No thank you,” Smith answers before Andrew can continue on.

“Yes Josten, you. I can drop you there if you want to see what riding in it is like.” Andrew offers and figures that if he ever needs to drink for cheap then he’d know where the damned bar was. If it meant offering a slight thanks for Josten’s help with getting the Captain off his back.

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[ask-the-danger-crew]

Hey everyone! Piper here, coming to you live from Swellview Mancave!

I found this app and thought some of you would like to ask us questions!

Just…don’t tell anyone you guys saw this, this blog stays on Tumblr!

I convinced Ray to let me do this by saying he’ll be able to talk to home moms

[ Hey it’s Mod Luci >:) ]

[ I gave into my obsession and made this ask blog. All of this is canon (with just a bit of headcanons). Also I’m not affiliated with Henry Danger in ANY WAY. I’m just doing this for fun!! ]

The people you can talk to and how they talk:

Ray Manchester/Captain Man

Henry Hart/Kid Danger

Charlotte Page

Jasper TBD Dunlop

Piper Hart

Schwoz Schwartz

[ This all takes place after Piper found out her brother, Henry, and his boss, Ray, were Kid Danger and Captain man. And it takes place before Henry quits and Danger Force is made ]

[ So in the middle of Season 5 basically ]

[ Also I can’t draw so just pretend this is a live video until I figure something out.. ]

[lietwice]

@jsbashirmd said: "i’m so happy to see you, but i take it something went terribly wrong if you’re here."

JULIAN'S VOICE ALMOST SURPRISES HIM. It shouldn't --- he is in the doctor's quarters, after all. Different to his quarters on DS9, but very Julian all the same. He's stood by the wardrobe, rifling through it for something warm, when Julian wakes. He's left Essan nestled against a chair arm in the other room after feeding him using Julian's replicator, so Garak faces Julian alone when he turns towards the bed.

ONE COULD SAY SOMETHING WENT TERRIBLY WRONG. Lots of things, actually. For one, Garak has accidentally adopted a child at the least convenient time possible. "Hello, Doctor." He's holding one of the thicker items of clothing from Julian's wardrobe. "I do apologise for the intrusion." It's so good to see him again. To see him asleep had been lovely enough, but to see him wide-eyed and blinking up at him... oh, he's as beautiful as Garak remembers. His dear doctor. He'd like to reach out for him now, take one warm human hand in his own, but he's not here for his own benefit. "You are... correct."

AT LEAST, TO SOME EXTENT. Rather than explaining verbally, he turns and makes his way back to the sofa, where he left Essan. Two empty plates --- both scraped clean by Garak on behalf of himself and the hungry child --- sit nearby on the table. A small Cardassian boy, perhaps four years old, is curled half-asleep on Julian's sofa. Like Garak, he looks less than healthy, though he additionally sports a feverish glassiness to his eyes, and has his little legs drawn up to his chest in what could be fear, pain, or discomfort. Garak wraps him in the jumper he's holding and lifts him into his arms. As soon as he's moved, Essan makes a small, upset-sounding noise, and presses his face into Garak's shoulder. "I'm sorry," Garak tells him softly as he turns to see whether Julian has followed him. "Doctor? I have a patient for you."

[recitedemise]

OOC, but tomorrow's my 'broke up with my abuser' one year anniversary! Or I guess escaped, really. Whooping! Hollering! Clapping! I started writing Gale shortly after that horrible trial of a break up (which took literally 3 days before they essentially finally let me go. read: FINALLY let me go, because I genuinely needed permission to break up), and Gale coming out of a toxic relationship himself made me really sympathize with him. :' ) Anyway, it's been a whole year, and I feel...so, SO much happier. I still have deep anger that crops up very often knowing I'll never get closure for what happened to me, but you know what? I don't have to wake up nervous about getting bombarded with texts anymore or checking my phone throughout the work day to get yelled at.

To commemorate, I'm looking at just ONE example of the hell I put behind me. :P

Anyway, that's just a taste.

Like, lmao, where the hell did this come from.

It's funny cuz I wanted to break up countless times before this, and the problem each time which I REPEATEDLY told them about while even providing examples on HOW to fix it was how they spoke to me especially when they were angry or distressed. They eventually told everyone I used threats of breaking up as a tool to get them to behave instead of a genuine desire to break up.

It's so bewildering. Someone talks to me like THIS for over a year, and they think my wanting to break up (after a period of extreme exhaustion, depression and mental duress) was fabricated and a manipulation tactic and that I'm just emotionally abusive and playing victim...because evidently, the distress they caused me couldn't be real seeing as how they never do anything wrong ever.

Anyway.

All abusers can have a happy go rot in a pit.

Extra: when they apologized, they literally pulled the 'my therapist said it, not me' line. Rank fool is stupidly incapable and unwilling to take culpability for literally anything. Literally has never done it ever in their entire life. Abusing me then weaponizing their therapy? It's more likely than you think.

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered said : "if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?" (from soap to ghost)

Something about the operation today felt... off.

And that was being generous. Ghost didn't usually get anxious like this over a mission. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Usually, he'd be bouncing off the fucking walls to get back out on the field, to get his hands dirty, to be useful.

Not today.

From the second they had made infil, right until now, he'd had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

His team had pushed in first, and as Johnny was muling the explosives, Ghost had instructed him to keep a decent distance back, to keep safe. Sure, the explosives were mostly the reason. But, even since the night when Johnny had found him covered in blood in his office and tenderly cleaned him up, Ghost had found himself getting more and more tentative about allowing his Sergeant into the line of fire. What if something happened to Johnny? What if something happened to Johnny on his watch, today? He'd never be able to fucking forgive himself.

Despite his persistent paranoia and the gut feeling that something would go terribly wrong, it had all been going fine. Smoothly. Well, even. That was until...

"If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"

Ghost had to admit he was glad for the mask, or else everyone in the fucking room would have seen the sheer look of horror on his face. Here Johnny was, chatting away like he wasn't on a job with the terrifying Ghost. No, Johnny was acting like he usually did when it was just him and Simon.

That wasn't how it could go today. He had half a mind to give Johnny an apologetic look before he spoke, but that sentiment quickly went out the window when Ghost became acutely aware of all the eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see their Lieutenant's reaction to the question.

If it wasn't for their company in the room, men and women who hadn't worked with Ghost enough to realise he was a ball of bad jokes and anxiety, he might have laughed. He might have actually tried to answer the question, it was quite an interesting one to think about.

But, unfortunately for Johnny, Ghost had to save at least a little face, and couldn't be setting a bad example for the rookies by letting himself get distracted by his Sergeant. 

Agonisingly slowly, Ghost turned, fully facing Johnny with his hands tightly gripping his rifle and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He fixed him with an annoyed stare, knit brows behind the undoubtedly suffocating mask. It was pretty warm, it wasn't a surprise he was struggling to breathe a little. Though, he did suppose he could put that down to shock over Johnny's... peculiar question.

Maybe it was a bit of both. 

"What the fuck do you mean, a fucking genie, Soap? 

No Johnny for him, not while he was fooling around and pulling everyone's attention off task.

"Sergeant, some of us are trying to do our job, here," Ghost hissed, stepping towards him, taking him roughly by the arm and marching him out into the already cleared corridor. Out of earshot of everyone else, Ghost ducked his head in, voice lowered and tone much softer. "What would you ask for?"

[galedekarios]

anon who asked me about my favourite gale quotes, i want you to know that this is me rn

[wheneverfeasible]

Thats opens a whole new avenue 😳. Scenario number 1: What if Robin got wind of Eddies plan and told Steve and Steve BEGGED Robin to sign up reasoning that its good way to earn cash since Scoops doesn’t pay much. So she does saying that it’s for the money and not to make sure the guys good enough for her best friend. Scenario 2: Steve and Robin don’t know each other, but they totally bond on the date to the point Eddie feels like a third wheel😂He worries that maybe he was a passing fancy and that Steve really likes Robin. When really what’s happening is platonic soulmates coming together

Hehehehe oh indeed! For my particular story, it is definitely going to take place before Stobin ever occurs. So it’s going to become an alternate meeting for them for sure.

How exactly it goes…well, we’ll just have to wait and see. 😏

[ask-the-danger-crew]

So Jasper, is it true that you saw Charlotte and Henry kissing in his bedroom?

I did!

W-We weren’t kissing!!

YOU DID!!

DID NOT!

DID TO!

[lietwice]

"No one's ever taken care of me like that." - @jsbashirmd

NEVER? Garak blinks. That would mean... he's the first to treasure Julian the way he deserves. The first to really prioritise him, the first to put his all into Julian's pleasure. It's surprising, because he knows Julian isn't inexperienced. It's difficult to imagine how a person could be intimate with him without feeling the urge to take care of him properly. They must've done a half-job. Taken only what they wanted, and given little in return. Inwardly, Garak scowls at the image he's created of Julian's previous partners. Not one of them deserved to spend a moment in his company.

HE REACHES FOR JULIAN. They're both laying boneless against the pillows, sated and sleepy, but Garak simply can't let this moment pass without action. He rolls so he's half on top of Julian, lifting his head just enough to look down at him. "That, Doctor Bashir, is an absolute crime. Care to pass on the names of all those on this station who have failed to properly appreciate you? I'll pass them onto Odo. I'm sure he'll have them in custody by morning."

[voxxisms]

had someone tell me they didn't want to write with me (not an issue ofc) recently but part of it was because of "blog standards" not matching && i'm like?? consistently coming back to it like what does that mean??? was it meant to be an insult to the way it looks?? or the way i write?? or the way i run my blog like??? hello??? was it just comparative or just to do with my formatting? its not even really a negative im just actively so confused that i keep pondering the concept

[relentlessgrief]

feeling very overwhelmed and tired. i might drop a few threads here and there and pick them back up at a later date, just as a heads up!