#could be on sawbones I don’t remember

[whatfinestandsfor]

What’s fun about this is that you can collect estrogen from horses! They produce SO MUCH estrogen when pregnant that it’s expelled in large quantities in the urine, so starting in the 1940s pregnant mare urine was collected for use in manufacturing estrogen medications.

I love putting pointless effort into photoshop jokes

Estrojan horse (inspired by someone on discord)

[bigfan-fanfic]

The Clinic (Male!Reader x Mafia!Bucky and Steve)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Your response to the captain and batdad ask has my creative juices flowing. The captain and iron arm Barnes are equal partners in a mafia, lovers and stuff. But then one of them, Bucky or Steve gets shot and separated from from the gang. Ends up going to a street clinic, with doctors who don’t ask questions. And naturally he’s fascinated by the doctor who helps him but calls him out for his arrogant attitude and takes no nonsense. Could you write a long story on this? Lmk please

Trigger warning blood, crime, mob au, etc.

"Babe."

"Yeah, boss?"

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

The Captain grips Barnes' chin in his fingers, tilting up his face. Barnes knows better than to resist.

Barnes is shirtless, the bandages wrapped around his chest and over his shoulder where he had been shot. His cheekbones still have the stitches in them.

The Captain is impeccably dressed, their states incongruous.

"What can I say, pal? It's hard to find a man that ain't afraid of me."

The Captain lets go, grabs the tumbler of whiskey in Barnes' hand, and tosses it aside.

It shatters in the fireplace and the alcohol makes the fire burst in a roar, but neither man hears it, because they are locked in a bruising, harsh kiss.

Barnes' hands frame the Captain's waist as the big man straddles him, clutching Barnes' face, his thumb brushing over the not-quite-healed gash in a way that is painful, but also grounding.

Cap growls, knowing that even with the pretext of healing, another man has touched what is his.

Only Barnes has been able to calm the raging beast inside him, this thing that makes him the most feared boss in the city, The Captain, and his iron right hand, Iron-Arm Barnes.

But maybe he's too hard. Like a callus that grows from overuse and dulls sensation. Maybe this sawbones has a tender touch Barnes has been missing.

For his part, Barnes has always been given to obsession. If the Cap had never had that growth spurt and hit the gym like a train crash, Barnes knew he'd have taken him. The little punk would be his precious little pet instead of his boss. But they would be together no matter what.

For Barnes, his blood wasn't his own, it flowed in the Cap's veins. So there wasn't a question of loving instead. They were parts of the same organism.

Barnes remembers you.

He dragged himself to your clinic after being shot, after his men had gotten away and he had been left for dead.

It's attractive, he won't lie, to see a man cool in a crisis. You get him on a table, strip him of his dirty and bloodstained clothes without a hint of lust or a sneak at his body, and you get to work picking shrapnel out of sensitive areas and stitching him up.

Barnes waits for a while after he wakes up post-op, knowing that he's not at full strength, before he reaches for his gun.

And you slip it out of his reach.

"No guns in my clinic."

"Do you know who I fucking am, sweetheart?"

"I don't care who you are. Bullets left at the door, or I let you bleed out on the floor."

"So much for the damn Hippocratic Oath."

"Fuck you. I have my license, and I don't ask questions. So maybe lose the attitude."

"Touché, sweetheart."

"Wipe that grin off your face. You lost a lot of blood."

"You gonna pump me full of morphine?"

"Bold of you to assume we have that kind of funding. The bullet passed through you clean. We're gonna need to change your bandages regularly for the next ten hours or so, and you're out of commission the next six weeks, at least."

"Really? I feel like a million bucks. A million bucks with a big hole in it."

You shake your head and take his gun, locking him in the room behind you.

"You gonna call the cops?"

Nope. That's not what you did.

"Name's Bucky."

You didn't tell him yours.

He talks incessantly, you answer some questions, remain silent for others

By the time the next morning rolls around, he's head over heels. "You're a shithead, Bucky. I don't wanna see you in here again, OK?"

He can hear the concern in your voice. You don't want him injured like that again. There's a connection there. A dangerous man, the battlefield angel.

And now he wants. And he wants his other half to want too.

They break their steamy kiss. It was a claiming, but Barnes is already owned.

"You still love me?"

"To the end of the line, pal. Never a question."

"You want the sawbones?"

"I'm yours, punk."

"Not what I asked."

"I want him."

"Then you'll have him."

"We."

The Cap grins. "I never met a guy with more heart. You think I have it in me to not get murderously jealous?"

Barnes kisses him. "Stevie, you're gonna be as head over heels as me. We're a team."

"I don't get you, pal, but I love you more than life."

"Then let's get us a sawbones."

[wizardofrozz]

hi, Rozz!!! from the kiss prompts, can I please request:

"i'm sorry, i had to." with Sawbones (simping uncontrollably for him tbh)

can’t wait to see how the mean one handles a first kiss 😅

Love It When You Hate Me

OC Sawbones x reader, Original Clone Troopers

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: mention of injury, Sawbones being an asshole. I think that's it lol

A/N: Thank you for the ask Sev 🖤 I get so unbelievably happy when anyone simps of Sawbones lmao I got a little carried away with this but I don't even care, it was worth it 😂

Before the war, you hadn’t traveled much, staying busy in the emergency wing of Coruscant General. Then Geonosis happened, millions of troopers materializing out of thin air to fight a war most people hadn’t even been expecting. That was how you ended up working for the GAR, traveling around the galaxy to lend your medical knowledge to the troops that needed it most. You had visited several medical centers and worked alongside combat medics across numerous battalions.  

The Ord Cestus Medical Center was your most recent assignment, offering an extra set of hands after a large influx of troopers came in. You smiled at the clone stretched out on the bed before you as you checked his vitals. You didn’t even know his name but it didn’t seem to matter to him. 

“Am I gonna make it, doc?” he asked, a smirk lifting the side of his mouth. The trooper’s arm was secured to his chest, his right shoulder still healing after being violently ripped from the socket. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” you teased, smiling when he laughed. It was a welcomed sound in a place so steeped in pain, meaning you noticed when it cut off abruptly. You checked for any sign that he was in pain but his expression gave nothing away; you followed his eyes across the room and held in a sigh. 

As a civilian, you hadn’t been sent into combat areas, making relief missions your most common assignment. Most of the time you spent with a battalion was fleeting but there was one that was an exception: the 104th battalion, the Wolfpack. General Plo Koon’s men still fought infantry battles but they also spent the most time rescuing other troops or offering aid to civilians. If it was by accident or due to a request from the general, you were called in, along with a few other civilians, to offer their medics a few extra hands. 

Now, seeing one of those medics, most notably the chief medical officer, wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sawbones looked just as stormy as ever despite the crutches he was hobbling around on. You had heard the stories, the things he’d done in the name of the Republic but your inner idealist wrote them off as exaggerations. Although, when he trooper beside you shifted uncomfortably, glancing at you, it made you wonder. You followed Sawbones’ journey across the room, letting your eyes linger when he stopped at another Wolfpack member’s bed. You huffed under your breath and turned back to the trooper you were treating, gently patting his arm. 

“Get some rest,” you ordered with a smile. The trooper flashed you a tense smile before shuffling down, stretching out on his bed. The next patient on your list was a few beds down, closer to where Sawbones was still lingering and you slowed your pace. You had your fair share of run-ins with the Wolfpack’s mean CMO and while his attitude made you want to steer clear of him, there was something about him that had your mind wandering back to him.

Sawbones was harsh on a good day but you had also witnessed a side to him that you’d almost consider...soft. He threw nasty comments around, scaring off anyone who dared get too close but he cared for his injured men with a gentle hand. You had a feeling his threats weren’t empty, but he wanted to help more than hurt, even if he had a funny way of showing it. 

Sawbones turned his head slightly as you neared your next patient. His beard was neatly trimmed and you could only remember seeing it long and unruly out on the field. Now that you thought about it, that was the first time you had seen him in anything but his armor; the starchy, gray scrubs made him look softer, less abrasive. You offered the trooper, Dodger, a smile as you approached his bed. It was hard to miss the anxiety lining his expression and you hoped the simple gesture helped a little bit. Dodger’s jaw flexed but he squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath in preparation. 

“How are you feeling, Dodger?” you asked, perching on the corner of his bed near his feet.

“Been better,” he mumbled, pointedly not looking at the hip-to-ankle cast he wore. You could feel eyes on your back and ignored the curious glances as you reached for his hand. Recovery was going to take some time but there was nothing unrepairable. 

“Enough babying them.” You jumped at the voice from over your shoulder, twisting around to find Sawbones leaning on his crutches, his face twisted in a scowl. “They’re soldiers, not children.” There was a tense silence as you just gaped at him, taken aback by the bitter edge to his voice. Endless, dark eyes bore into yours and it took you a second to shake off the shock.

“Excuse me?” Sawbones arched a brow before shifting his attention to Dodger over your shoulder.

“You live to fight another day. Congratulations,” Sawbones said, his tone flat and uninterested. Dodger blinked a few times before letting out a long, slow breath, and slumping down in his bed. 

“Uh, thank you, sir,” he murmured, nodding at the medic. Sawbones grunted before making a slow turn, heading back across the room and all you could do was stare after him. When you looked back at Dodger, there was a half-smile on his face that only grew when he caught the flabbergasted expression on your face. 

Then the anger started to build, swelling like an impending storm and you stood so fast you staggered. Dodger tried to get your attention but you were already stalking toward the door Sawbones disappeared through. Finding him was easy, seeing that he could only move so fast and you picked up your pace. You could only imagine the look on your face but it must’ve been ominous enough for any passing staff to step out of your way. 

You caught a glimpse of Sawbones disappearing into one of the smaller labs scattered around the medical center and hurried after him. There was one other clone sitting at one of the benches when you stepped inside, the pair turning to look at you. 

“Leave,” you ordered, stepping away from the door. The clone hesitated, glancing at Sawbones and it only made your anger spike. “Out.” Sawbones leaned against the workbench, taking some of the weight off his broken leg, his head turning to follow the other clone as he stomped out of the room.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. 

“How dare you," you hissed, storming across the room, carelessly invading his personal space. “I am not one of your subordinates that you can talk down to. You had no right to step in like that.”

“And?” The unbothered air around him made you seethe; any crush you thought you might’ve had on him got shoved to the back of your mind. You ground your teeth together, taking another step closer.

“I don’t care what your problem is. I don’t care why you act like an asshole as if it’s your job but you will not treat me like some incompetent moof-milker.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, relishing in the quiet grunt he let out. “I’ve worked my ass off all my life and if you’re so emotionally constipated that my kindness bothers you, then I’d suggest sucking it the fuck up.” 

Sawbones blinked at you, his eyes flickering down to where your finger was still pressed into his chest; when his eyes lifted again they seemed shadowed and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you felt your confidence withering as his expression darkened, his head tilting down, bringing your faces closer together. Just as you were about to take a step back, Sawbones surged forward, slanting his mouth against yours as he cradled the back of your head.

Your eyes widened comically but it didn’t deter him and before you knew it you were melting against him. His mustache tickled your skin and you found that you liked it, closing your fist, tugging him closer by his scrub top. Sawbones rumbled deep in his chest, parting your lips to slip his tongue into your mouth and you whined involuntarily.

It was just a kiss and yet it felt more erotic than any other kiss you’d shared with another person. The movement of his tongue was a mockery of what you desperately wished his hips were doing and it made you shiver. Sawbones broke the kiss so suddenly your head spun and you swayed closer, following his lips before you could catch yourself. 

“Sorry,” Sawbones panted, his hand sliding down to your neck, “I had to. I like it when you get mean.” 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “You only speak one language: asshole.” It felt like a monumental accomplishment when Sawbones laughed; it was a sharp, harsh sound but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I speak another language too,” he murmured, bumping your noses together. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” You barely finished the sentence before he pulled you into another dizzying kiss. Yeah, you would happily speak this language too.

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[amlao]

Day 289 of Being Single for the First Second Time in My Adult Life

When I was in my early 20’s, I had a complete and utter inability to plan ahead.

I spent much of my time skipping class and wandering around Mass Street frivolously spending money because I couldn’t seem to conceptualize that Current Me was the same Me that would have to take the midterm in that class or accept a grade from that professor or pay that credit card bill. Of course I understood in theory, but the concept of the future always seemed too distant and disconnected to really do anything about.

At this time, I was also dating a profoundly depressed, jobless artist who lived with his parents and had very few aspirations that would amount to a life I could see us living together.

But the thing was, I never pictured a future with him. I only ever considered if the relationship was a good fit on a day-to-day, sometimes hour-to-hour basis.

We broke up in early 2015, when I was 23. The reason being that I reconnected with Logan and I liked the way Logan made me feel more. That was all that mattered when I was 23.

When I was with Logan, from 23 to 27, was when my adult brain really developed. And that’s when the bridge to the future started materializing in front of me, brick by brick. And because Logan was the most responsible person I had ever dated, a future with him was easy to conceptualize.

He had a family who loved and supported me, who embraced me as part of their family and introduced me as their daughter-in-law, even though we weren’t married. Logan and I planned together how we would combine our last names when we got married, how we would live in Australia together for a few years, and how we would decorate our future home.

Even though we never lived together, we did so many day-to-day domestic things together that it was easy to conceptualize the kind of life a future with him held. In the best parts of our relationship, everything felt fun and easy with him. I remember going to the grocery with him for the first time in Nebraska during the road trip, and joking around with each other hand-in-hand thinking, ‘Even the most mundane things feel fun with him. I hope I spend the rest of my life feeling like this,’

I think that’s why I struggled so much to mentally disconnect myself from him, despite the years of no-contact and the glaring evidence of his abusive behaviors: he was enmeshed in the concept of my future from the very dawn of its creation.

And what I decided in the process of getting over him was, I don’t have to let go of the entire future I built for myself just because he’s not going to be in it. I can still travel wherever I want to go. I can still live in Australia for a few years. I can still play new board games and learn about history and discover new places and foster stronger bonds with my family.

And, so much of that, I’ve been able to do. And now, I can confidently say that I’m doing it for me and that the holes in my chest left in his absence are filled.

Rebecca and I sat in Tabletop Game and Hobby last week, learning to play Azul. She’s a good teacher. She’s patient. She lets us catch up with each other about our lives first, and what our orientation experiences have been like, then gently prods us to start playing. As we move the tiles across the board, her instructions start to click into place and a strategy starts brewing in my mind. I’m content. I missed this feeling.

Just as I start to tire of my favorite song of the moment on repeat, a notification for a new Sawbones episode appears about Leprosy. I love listening to podcasts about medical history and I can’t wait to learn. Not to feel in the loop. Not to share with anyone to impress them. Just for me.

Shawn takes me to a haunted asylum in Liberty. It’s been there waiting for me on the other side of town every time I’ve driven to Jewell, but I never knew it was there. We explore the abandoned rooms and walk hand-in-hand through a dark, ominous hallway of the morgue. I feel an internal, magnetic pull to be physically close to him that I haven’t felt for anyone in a very long time. He takes me upstairs and instructs me to turn off my flashlight and let him lead me to someplace special. On principle, I do not trust men, but there is something particularly authentic and disarming about him that allows me to make an exception this one time. He leads me through the dark and onto the most beautiful balcony I’ve ever seen. Vines and natural overgrowth frame the backdrop, and we’re overlooking the super blue moon and the winery. There are tourists stumbling around nearby, so it feels simultaneously safe, taboo, and secluded. Sitting next to each other on the brick of the balcony, we lean into the most natural, mutually-initiated kiss of my life. I don’t know what the future holds with him, but I know that this was a moment in my life that was always supposed to happen.

And more than ever, more than in 2015-2018, I’m sure that I’m on the right track.

[thalia-amongst-the-thorns]

Whumptober No. 8 - Stomach Pain

Continuing from Whumtopber No. 6 with our supernatural story, the gang is reunited as the moon continues to rise... 

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Owen had braced himself for blood, and yet there was so much of it. A solid wall of scent that overwhelmed his senses to the point of salivation, much to his shame and horror.

Without hesitation he stepped through the door which closed shut behind him with a resounding click as the lock slid back into place, no doubt along with the arcane wards being reactivated. Owen could still smell the man on the other side and remembered the woman’s instructions to make sure that he, Val, and Raquel were secure before going after the necromancer. If the man was a demon, perhaps he was one who could see through walls?

The room was identical to the one Owen had woken up in save for the prone form of Raquel laying across the bed and Val hovering at her side, his pale hands slick with the blood that also stained the sheets and Raquel’s chest a deep maroon, almost brown color. Despite the ghoulish scenario, a bright grin broke across Val’s sharp face at the sight of Owen, looking utterly eerily paired with his pitch black eyes.

Hey big guy, Val said, still using a mental projection of his voice despite them being in the same room now. I swear I had big plans for taking you out for a steak dinner before zero hour tonight, but not like this.

Owen gave a humorless grin of his own, the scars on his face tugging uncomfortably at the corner of his mouth and eye. Val looked… bad. Distressingly so. His pale skin a patchwork of healing burns that oozed slightly with a viscous black fluid that grew thicker around his neck, parts of his leather jacket melted directly into his flesh. His dark hair, usually meticulously coiffed, flopped limply across his forehead above those bottomless, hungry eyes. 

Raquel shifted on the bed, head lolling as she struggled to look over at him. “Owen…?” Her voice was a wet gasp, and immediately Owen was beside her.

“I’m here,” Owen murmured gently, switching over to french as he took in the extent of his friend’s wounds, the ugly cut along her collarbone and shoulder. “I’m here. Let’s see what we can do about this.” 

“At last… a professional… sawbone,” Raquel rasped back in kind, each word heavy and slow on her lips. Her eyes were only half open, the whites of them stark as half moons in her dark face.

Owen turned to Val, switching back to english. “How long has she been like this?”

No idea. Longer than I want to think about. Val had retreated to the furthest corner of the room, bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking jittery and strained. He went to wipe his hair back from his face with a blood soaked hand and only just stopped himself, instead jamming both hands firmly under his arms. She was like that when I woke up, and it’s been about ten minutes. Don’t have my phone on me so the concept of time’s a bit fuzzy, they must have emptied my pockets after the barbecue beat down.

Owen nodded, gingerly taking up Raquel’s wrist and checking her pulse. Weak, thready. Not good. A long scrap of blood soaked fabric had been hastily wrapped around her left bicep, and Owen noticed the shredded remains of a pillowcase scattered on top of the bedding.

Poor man’s tourniquet, Val explained at Owen’s questioning look.

“A tourniquet won’t help with something like this,” Owen explained soberly, “not when the wound’s so close to her torso and neck. W-we need to apply pressure to–”

It felt like something large and jagged was trying to claw its way out of Owen’s stomach and up, up through bone and muscle and skin to burst its way outside and to bloody life. His jaw popped open wide on a rising spasm and Owen screamed, remembering to release Raquel’s wrist just in time as he slipped sideways onto the bed, arms wrapped around himself protectively. The pressure inside him was immense, his body suddenly five sizes too small for what it contained. For what was coming out.

“Owen,” Raquel yelled as best she could, weak but worried. Val hesitated briefly before running to him, bracing Owen’s side with a hand tacky with blood. 

What’s wrong? What’s happening?

Owen’s head jerked back and forth, his teeth gritted, unable to respond as he put all his energy into keeping the Change at bay.

Val took in Owen’s body contorting with pain. His look of concern shifted to bleak understanding.  

Fuck.

“Y-yeah…”, Owen ground out.

Last I checked there were at least six hours until sunset. 

“You must have… been unconscious longer… then,” Raquel wheezed. Her arm twitched, fingers straining, reaching towards Owen in vain.

God fucking damn it, Val hissed. His own grip on Owen tightened, and Owen felt that alien presence seep into his mind again, Val reaching out mentally and trying to fill him with a sensation of calm and assuredness that Owen didn’t actually feel. It wasn’t much of a buffer for the torment eating through his body, but it was enough for Owen to force down a few deep breaths, to ignore the horrible large thing pressing up on the underside of his skin. 

“Thanks,” he croaked.

Val nodded mechanically. The muscles in his throat bunched up and an unnerving blank expression settled over his features.

How long do we have?

Owen sat back up, every movement sending out ripples of nausea inside of him, and turned back to Raquel’s wounds, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. “Less than ninety minutes.” 

A heavy silence ballooned in the room as everyone considered this development. Owen shrugged off his outer flannel shirt and balled it up in his hand, pressing it against Raquel’s collar bone. She winced but didn’t fight it. Owen feared it was because she didn’t even have the energy to try anymore.

“W-we need to apply pressure to the wound,” Owen said stiffly, struggling to keep his tone even. “Get some fluids in you Raquel.”

She made a wet coughing sound and it took Owen a moment to realize it was laughter.

“What… fluids? You got a spare bag of… AB positive on you?” She gave another stilted chuckle that pulled into a grimace, and Owen felt the warmth of her blood pooling under his shirt. “Figures kidnapping wasn’t enough… had to be locked in a room with a… bloodthirsty dhampir and a werewolf… who’d have seen that coming?”  

Fear and shame flooded Owen’s heart but Val snorted, lips stretching into a derisive smile.

So a psychic, werewolf, and dhampir all walk into a bar, he quipped ironically with a shake of his head. Please, like we’d really let you die and become the punchline to the world’s worst joke.

Raquel huffed and half heartedly rolled her eyes. It wasn’t much, but Owen felt a reassured look flash across his face that was mirrored by Val’s. A Raquel who was still able to make sarcastic retorts was a living Raquel.

[lu-undy]

Idea: after a very long night of parenting poor engie is trying round up the other mercs (who are well.. to say drunk is an understatement-) and goes sniper (who like engine absolutely refused to try demo’s “mystery rum”) for help but there’s a problem while snipes would love to help a VERY drunken spy had latched onto him and refuses to move and he’s like “I don’t care if medics on the roof ready to throw solider this is my baby.. he’s.. mine.. all mine.. NOW SHOO-“

That was one awesome idea! Thank you so much for giving it to me!! Here it is, I loved writing it so I hope you’ll enjoy reading as much :)

The music was playing loudly that night as the mercenaries celebrated their victories of the week. But that weekend was to be longer than usual as the Administrator had called to say that it would last three days. The mercenaries, instead of their usual drink around a table, decided to throw a party. 

Thus, the music was booming through the speakers as Scout blasted the latest hits. The bass made their chests tremble as they danced and walked close to the speakers. 

"Sniper?" Engie shouted, his hands left and right from his mouth. He was looking for him.

Most of the mercenaries were way past tipsy at the exception of Engie who had refused to try Demo's 'special occasions whiskey' and Heavy who could withstand any quantity of ethanol as if it was mineral water. 

Engineer was trying to contain the relative chaos that the party had turned into, and like a single father to most of his colleagues, he felt a little bit overwhelmed. As a result, he was looking for Sniper that he had seen refused Demo's whiskey. The Aussie had received a shipment of Australian beers and wanted to enjoy them and nothing else.

The poor Texan had gone out of the base a few moments ago, looking for Medic and Soldier and had found them on the rooftop, one about to push the other in the snow 'and see how many of his bones would break when he fell in the snow'... 

Of course, Engineer would need some backup to make his drunk friends realise the foolishness of their idea, and that's why he was looking for Sniper.

Meanwhile, in the Aussie's campervan, the atmosphere was very different. Sniper had been joined by the most drunk secret agent he had ever seen. 

"Another cigarette?" Spy offered. 

"If it's free…"

"You are lucky I am this drunk or it would cost you a lot more." 

They were both sitting, side by side, on Sniper's worn out small couch. They chuckled and lit their cigarettes in the van that they had decided against lighting up. There was something cozy about the relative darkness. Spy undid his tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. 

"Ooh, the tie's out now, eh? You must feel naked or something." 

"Pff…" Spy giggled. "Almost so, oui. I hope this nakedness does not put you into any discomfort, hm?" He raised a smug eyebrow. 

"Oh, nah… I've seen other necks in my life, eh." Sniper joked.

They shared a chuckle but Spy noticed that Sniper's eyes stayed on his neck for a while. 

"I don't doubt it, and yet you stare."

"It's cause of your scar, there, sorry." Sniper averted his gaze. 

"Ah, oui. There used to be a time when I had more hickies and lipstick marks than scars on my skin. But this time is long gone."

"Really?" 

"Are you doubting that it was the case or that it ceased?" 

"Nah, that it stopped. You're a nice bloke. I'm sure sheilas fall at your feet like there's no tomorrow."

"Oui, it is true that I cannot complain in that regard. Although I must correct what you said."

"Oh?"

"Not only women seem to do that, I have my successes regardless of people's sex." Spy said with a smirk before taking another sip. 

"Always humble, aren't we?" Sniper answered. 

"Non, but always honest." 

"That's rich comin' from you, Spook!"

Spy laughed. 

"What d'you think about the beer?" Sniper asked.

"Almost unbearably fruity. I didn't know you were one to like it that way, Bushman."

"Oh, I usually don't." They took a sip. "It's just that one brand from home."

"From Australia?" Spy asked. 

"Yeah. Received them a few days ago, now." 

Spy looked at the bottle and Sniper chuckled as he saw him squint and stare, struggling to decipher the inscriptions. The Aussie turned a night lamp on. 

"Here, maybe you'll read it better." 

"I quite like the darkness. However, if the letters could stop dancing and wiggling around, that would help!" Spy complained and Sniper understood that he was just too drunk to be able to read. 

"I'll read it for ya." 

"Thank you." 

"It says that it's been produced in - oh?"

A knock interrupted Sniper's sentence. 

"Ooh, you were waiting for some late night company?" Spy mocked. 

"Nah." Sniper smiled.

"You sure?" Spy raised an eyebrow. "I can leave if needs be."

"Spook, quit it…" Sniper rolled his eyes and went to the door, seeing Spy's smug smile from the corner of his eye.

He opened the door. 

"Oh, hey Engie."

"Sniper, uh, could you spare a minute to help me out?"

"What's wrong?" 

"Solly and Sawbones are on the rooftop and Medic wants to push him off."

"What?!" Sniper's eyes snapped wide under the surprise. 

"He's dead drunk and thinks it's the right moment to try new experiments…" 

"Bloody hell…"

"Can you come and help me convince them down?"

"Uh-"

Before Sniper could answer, he felt two hands lace around him from his side and soon, Spy appeared next to him. 

"I am sorry, Labourer, but you have knocked on the wrong door. The Bushman is already in company."

"Spook, he's not askin' to spend the night here, it's just that-"

"Then why is he still here? Shoo…!" Spy accompanied the words with a gesture and Sniper rolled his eyes. 

"Spook, please, we really need to get them out of the rooftop before they -"

"God bless Americaaaa!" A shout from the very recognisable Soldier echoed in the snowy desert before there was a thud that they couldn't hear from that distance. 

"Well, it seems it is too late, Engineer. Now, if you don't mind, some of us were spending a delicious night here…" Spy added. 

"Look Sniper, now I'd really need someone to help me get him to the medicbay, no doubt that Solly did break a few bones." Engineer put his hand on Sniper's forearm to grab him but received a slap from the Frenchman on his hand. 

"Non!" He protested and Sniper smiled. "This Bushman is mine for the night. Goodnight." 

Sniper shrugged with a smile and Engie finally rolled his eyes with a smile. 

"Alrighty then, guess I gotta find Heavy…" 

Spy nodded and shut the door himself, still clinging to Sniper's side. 

"Can I at least go back on the couch?" The Aussie smiled. 

"Only if I can sit with you." Spy answered. 

"Right, let's go, Spook." 

Sniper walked more awkwardly than ever before with Spy clinging on his side. 

"Gosh, Spook, you're so clingy when you're drunk…" He sat down and Spy took the liberty of sitting on his lap and laying his head on Sniper's shoulder. 

"Is it a bad thing?" 

"I-I mean… You're drunk…"

"Oh, oui, way too drunk. It is more than likely that tomorrow I will forget that any of this happened at all." Spy answered, snuggling against Sniper.

"M-mate, look, uh…" Sniper looked down and saw that Spy's eyes were shut. "Ugh, of bloody course you're gonna fall asleep on me…" 

He sighed and silence fell. Sniper felt Spy's ribcage inflate and deflate regularly against his own. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him but then realised that he shouldn't. Spy was drunk, and as such, he was not thinking straight. Sniper however was sober, a bit happy from the beers, but he was very much the master of his acts and words. He shouldn't take advantage of his friend and so he decided against doing anything. He just leaned back slowly, Spy's head and body never disconnecting from his, and looked through the thin window. 

The bass from the speakers were still booming from the base and Sniper could hear them very clearly. For a second he thought back about Engie and hoped he managed to find Heavy and that everything had solved itself. But then, Sniper pondered. What would have been his answer if Spy hadn't said no to Engie? 

Sniper's eyes went down to Spy's silhouette. 

Of course he would have preferred to stay with Spy. And the way he had clung to him… He still was technically! And of all the places Spy had chosen to fall asleep and defenseless, Sniper's shoulder had seemed best for him. 

How on Earth could that be? Spy was distrustful. He never would give his trust to anyone and yet there he was, sleeping on Sniper's chest. Did that mean that he…?

"Spook… Uhm… I know you're asleep and, well, more drunk than I've ever seen you be before. But uh… Just so you know, even if you won't cause you've fallen asleep on me… anyway, I'm getting lost. Point is, I'd have tried to send Engie away to stay with you. I know it's bloody ridiculous. I don't know. I just like the night we're spending together. And uh, I guess I can say it now but if you weren't drunk, I'd have put my arms around you." Sniper chuckled. "It's almost hard resistin' it, eh. But you're drunk and maybe you wouldn't want it if you were sober. So I won't do anything. I'll just… I'll just enjoy being your pillow."

"And you are a comfortable one, Bushman." A voice with a French accent answered.

"Shit, I woke you up?" 

"I never was asleep." 

"What?" 

"I was just resting." 

"You never were sleepin'? So what were you doing? I thought you sort of passed out on my shoulder."

"I didn't."

"Spook, I'm so confused. What the hell were you doing?" 

"Cuddling? Hugging? Snuggling? Looking for physical comfort? You name it." Spy answered and Sniper blushed. 

"So you heard me?" 

"Oui, I did." 

"Ah… Right, well… Thank God you won't remember a thing tomorrow when you'll have sobered up, eh?"

"Ah oui, your reasoning would work if not for one thing."

"What?" Sniper asked.

"I am not drunk. Never have been. In fact, the last time that I was drunk to that extent was a long time ago now."

Sniper froze on his seat. 

"Wait… Why did you pretend then? And why tell that you were pretending?" 

Spy chuckled against Sniper's chest. 

"I pretended so that you would let me lie against you without you wondering too much about it. And I stopped to pretend because, very much to your honour, you don't want to hold me because you thought I was drunk."

Sniper frowned. 

"You're complicated, you know that?"

"Only as much as you make me." Spy answered. 

"But wait, if you lied about being drunk and all… What you said to Engie, was it true?"

Spy raised his head off Sniper's chest to look him in the eye. 

"Oui, it absolutely was. I find this night absolutely delicious in your company and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but against you. Besides, I really think what I said to Engineer."

Sniper gulped down audibly as he recalled Spy calling him his.

"The good news is that, because I am not even tipsy, you can hold me if you want." Spy added and Sniper's arms obeyed before his mind consciously made the decision. "Much better, merci." 

Spy snuggled against Sniper's chest. 

"I don't even know what I'm doing…" Sniper said.

"You are enjoying the moment." Spy answered. 

"N-no… I mean… I don't know what I'm thinkin', what's happening, what…?"

"Which is exactly why I pretended to be drunk. Were I sober, you would wonder too much and not just do what your heart tells you." Spy was lightly scratching Sniper's chest, on his heart and he felt it start racing. "Shhh… Relax. It is just you and me." 

"Yeah, well…" 

"Do I impress you that much?" Spy asked and Sniper's silence was an answer on its own. "Sniper…"

"I know. That's me… I'm like that. Sometimes I just… I just don't know what to say and I just stay silent... awkwardly."

Spy chuckled from the bottom of his throat. 

"Do not apologise. I think it is part of your charm." 

Their eyes met in the dimness of the van, under the light of the night lamp. 

"Really?" 

"Oui. But it does raise questions and doubt, your shyness." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"I never know if you're holding me because you really want to, or simply because I asked you to and you are too shy to refuse." Spy explained. 

"Nah, Spook." Sniper shook his head. "I'd never let a bloke sit on my lap like that if I… I mean, if I didn't agree to it."

"You mean if you didn't want it too?" 

Sniper shyly nodded, a bit embarrassed to admit such a truth. 

"I am delighted to hear that you want it too." Spy leaned again on Sniper's chest and lightly scratched it through his gloves. "You are warm and very comfortable. And that distinct scent…"

"I-I can change my cologne or something if you don't like it…" 

"Non, non, on the contrary. It smells of everything I abhor, it is cheap, so strong that it could bring tears to my eyes and yet!" Spy closed his eyes. "I couldn't possibly want to smell anything else, for I know that if I do smell it, it is because you are nearby." 

"Spook, just for a second, please be honest, ok?"

"I am."

"How can I be sure? You looked dead serious when you told me you were drunk, you even struggled to read the beer and stuff… I don't know!"

Spy raised his head. 

"Shall I show you?" He asked. 

"Show me what?" 

"That I am sincere." 

"Yeah, well, I don't know how you're gonna do it but yeah, go ahead." 

Spy removed his gloves and put his hands flat on Sniper's cheeks before putting his forehead against his. 

"Sniper… Please believe me." 

Sniper's jaw dropped as he saw him close his eyes and a second later, he felt something on his lips, something soft, something thin and warm and - oh - it became slick. 

Sniper rolled up his eyes before he closed them, his entire weight on the sofa and his whole attention on Spy's lips dancing with his own.

[thestalkerbunny]

Are you abble to make 1 headcanon for each menber of the felt?

:3c

Itchy- Itchy is on constant probation from the garage because of his crimes against car-manity. He has blown up, destroyed, scratched, sunk and totaled more cars than one can count on fingers. There is a reason why there is 5 locks on the door to the garage and a sign that says 'Itchy is not allowed in the garage under any circumstance' and he just stands there in front of it is saying 'THAT SIGN WONT STOP ME I CANT READ'. He can't help it he just does everything at 6x the acceptable speed. It makes him a fantastic getaway driver-but he will always end up destroying something in the process.

Doze- Doze is weirdly good at puzzles. Compared to Itchy who tries to do something at 50 miles per hour, Doze is good at analyzing things from every angle and then breaking it down to what he needs to do because he takes his time and is careful. If you ever needed a bomb defused-provided there's not a timer, Doze is the who can do it successfully. He's the dude who takes 4 days to solve the rubix cube but it's at least better than anyone else can do.

Trace-Trace's favorite hobby besides following people around to see where they've been and have that level of dirty blackmail on them and playing stickball with Fin, is blowing up cars. Any day where an order comes in for the a bomb to be planted on a car for some reason is a good day to be Trace. Fin often helps him; not that he's good in any regard at it, it's just because only the two of them combined can actually remember all the lyrics to the song 'Cars that Go Boom'

Clover-Clover is the ideal leperchaun in many regards. Mainly because he's just so GOOD at charms (thanks to his luck) his riddles are always air tight, the pranks immaculate, his jokes and japes are always funny, it makes him basically the hottest leperchaun in the felt. He also has one of the better singing voices of them all.

Fin-Between the two pool sharks, Fin has lost more teeth because he just impulsively bites everything. Like a true shark, he goes thru life biting everything he can rather than using his hands to figure out what they are. They grow back rather quickly, but at the same time, it's not uncommon for him to bite into something-or someone-and a tooth to be left behind. One could make a macabe necklace from the teeth he sheds.

Die-Die is more of a complex fellow than most of his fellow members believe, he's devoutly obedient to his 'belief system' and refuses to do anything that might break it's code of conduct. He is prone to fits of Insomnia and long periods of heavy sleeping and just in general takes very poor care of himself and and is only a proficient mobster when he really puts his mind to it. He's a very touch starved person and his erratic and eerie behaviors often push people away and he is often immediately suspicious of people who willingly want to spend time around him because he assumes it’s a joke or they want something out of him. It's a private fact that he keeps secret that he simply does not like himself that much.

Crowbar- Crowbar is a firm believer that he's under appreciated in the group and feels often left out of things because he's the 'boss'. It's like you don't conventionally invite out the guy who is constantly telling you to 'cut that shit out' for drinks because he's a stick in the mud, right? He feels like always has to be better than the rest of them; be the model example, be the immaculate leader he is expected to be and it drives him up the wall half the time because he never has a real break from it. He has the stress of those kids who you know have been tiger parented into success and the idea of anything less than perfect just screws with their head a little too much. Crowbar has eldest child syndrome despite being the 7th oldest.

Snowman-When she was first introduced to the group, she highly resented all of them because by technicality, they are 'frogs' and frogs are what got her in this exiled state in the first place. She gradually warmed up to them more when she realized none of them had ever spoken to a woman and were unquestioningly frightened of her based on that fact alone. She still doesn't understand their weird customs and reasoning behind doing things most of the time.

Stitch- He's actually ironically very good friends with Die-Die thinks that Stitch is an excellent listener and enjoys his company but in actuality, Stitch is lazily grooming Die to be the next 'tailor' for The Felt incase something happens to him that makes him unable to fufill his tailor/sawbones duties. Nobody fucking ever protects the healer and now his leg don't WORK half the time and half his face is fucked up and can't see good out of one of his eyes anymore, if Die has to become the next tailor, it's YOUR GUYSES FAULT

Sawsbuck-Actually a very good gambler??? For some reasons, he plays the game of 'ooh what card game is this fellows? I do not know it but I wish to play it' on people and it WORKS. And then everyone loses their money. You'd think Clover goes to those back room dark poker room games-no, everybody in the city is too wise to play against CLOVER, but they will play his pudgey friend who is holding the cards upside down, that guy obviously can't win a single hand by the looks of him. And then everyone but Sawsbuck goes broke.

Matchsticks-Covered in burn marks from having to time travel and even though he uses his extinguisher to put it out most of the time, sometimes you're on fire just a little too long and it just leaves a big of permant damage on the skin that doesn't heal correctly. Not too many-small patches, the fire usually eats thru his clothes first before it can get to his skin.

Eggs-Eggs is not a good liar. (I have no good strong headcanons for Eggs or Biscuits because I rarely give them heavy thought.)

Biscuits- Has cried for 15 minutes straight when Itchy told him that 'bread makes you fat'

Quarters-Quarters never smiles for anything, he has an eternal poker face and Itchy's running theory is that he broke the muscles in his face years ago and now he's stuck with this neutral gargoyle scowl all the time. Which is no true; he smiles and actually laughs, it's only because the one person he actually finds funny and worth laughing at is Clover and his little antics. They're not in Fin and Trace level inseperable but are decent runner ups.

Cans-Kronk. He's Kronk. It's all coming together now. Would you like a spinich puff? (I also don't have very good headcanons for Cans. RIP.)

[f4liveblogarchives]

Fantastic Four Vol 1 #228

Thurs Apr 30 2020 [07:47 PM] Wack'd: Johnny never struck me as a "literal jump for joy" kind of guy but he might just want to piss off Ben

[07:48 PM] Bocaj: I tried to do that jump and click heels thing but I don't wear shoes that click so I don't know why I bothered [07:49 PM] Wack'd: Hey so remember that girl at the racetrack Johnny turned down because he was nostalgic for Crystal? Well he's cool now and they're goin out

[07:49 PM] Bocaj: I can see how she won him over. "I've got a jacuzzi at my place" "You **DO**--?" [07:50 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Lorrie is coming over to meet the family so Johnny must be serious about her [07:51 PM] Wack'd: Unfortunately for him Reed just made a last-minute doctor's appointment for Franklin to use his neurologist friend's machine to peek at his mind [07:51 PM] Bocaj: Uh [07:51 PM] Bocaj: Sure [07:52 PM] Umbramatic: wha [07:52 PM] maxwellelvis: I smell wacky sitc-oh [07:52 PM] Wack'd: Sue is like "springing this on Franklin might make him freak out" and Reed, is...a good parent? [07:52 PM] maxwellelvis: Alert the Times [07:52 PM] Wack'd: He's like "hey, why don't we just be straight with Franklin and ask him if this is something he's okay with" [07:53 PM] Bocaj: Hello, The Times? This is your cousin, Marty. Do you know that headline you were looking for? Well listen to THIS [07:53 PM] Wack'd: And Franklin's like "yeah okay that sounds like a good idea, I also want to make sure I know how not to hurt people" [07:53 PM] Wack'd: A smart kid [07:54 PM] Umbramatic: this is going suspiciously well [07:55 PM] Wack'd: Hey, Ben. Buddy. Stop it

[07:55 PM] Bocaj: aw ben c'mon [07:56 PM] Wack'd: Thankfully he quickly regains his composure [07:56 PM] maxwellelvis: Before he drools so much he could be mistaken for Niagara Falls [07:57 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Reed's like "hey why doesn't everyone come with us to get Franklin's head checked out" for. Some reason [07:58 PM] Wack'd: Lorrie's a gearhead so she's into the idea of hanging around and riding in the Fantasticar [07:58 PM] Wack'd: BEN C'MON

[08:01 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, turns out the guy running Franklin's tests is one of Reed and Ben's old college professors. He is not a fan of Ben's attitude [08:03 PM] Wack'd: So Franklin's tests begin! They start with card guessing. Franklin's not great at it [08:04 PM] Bocaj: Do neurologists usually test ESP [08:04 PM] Wack'd: The professor points out that if Franklin's powers come at moments of stress it's likely that he's simply not got them turned on right now, chemically speaking [08:05 PM] Wack'd: Reed's like "we're not traumatizing my kid for science" and the professor's like "well no, obviously not, but we might be able to do something else to create that chemical reaction in his brain as needed" [08:05 PM] maxwellelvis: "You're not drugging my kid for science" [08:05 PM] Wack'd: Oh no, nothing so mundane [08:06 PM] maxwellelvis: You have me on tenterhooks. [08:06 PM] Umbramatic: oh no [08:07 PM] Wack'd: So what the scientist actually says is "we might be able to help Franklin achieve a state of such zen that he can manipulate his own brain chemicals." But the pictures tell...a different story

[08:07 PM] Bocaj: Garnet shoves the doctor aside. "Here comes a thought" [08:08 PM] Umbramatic: eeep [08:08 PM] maxwellelvis: "In such a state, one could walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of spikes, and get a shot from the doctor without being scared or even needing a lollipop!" [08:08 PM] Wack'd: He's having his blood pressure taken actually [08:09 PM] maxwellelvis: Mine's funnier [08:09 PM] Wack'd: Anyway a quick google reveals that biofeedback is a real thing insofar as it's something that didn't originate in this comic [08:10 PM] Wack'd: It's apparently really good for stopping urinary incontinence in people with vaginas, and okay in dealing with some mental disorders, but doesn't work for much else [08:11 PM] Bocaj: Neurologist: "So we can't prove for sure it doesn't work for superpowers HUH??" [08:11 PM] Wack'd: Forty years have passed and most scientific studies on it are comparatively recent [08:12 PM] Phantom: and none on superpowers :P? [08:12 PM] Wack'd: So at a guess this was basically a health trend for the sort of folks who these days think LaCroix is a health treatment [08:12 PM] Phantom: probably [08:13 PM] Wack'd: The LaCroix comparison might be way too generous, we're in Sawbones territory now

[08:14 PM] Bocaj: Eesh [08:14 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Mr. "With Enough Mindfulness You Can Cure Cancer" decides to try hypnosis therapy on Franklin [08:14 PM] maxwellelvis: "You're not a real doctor, are you?" [08:15 PM] Wack'd: This man's classes were part of Reed's doctorate program [08:16 PM] Wack'd: Johnny and Lorrie meanwhile decide to go on a date and do the Superman thing

[08:17 PM] Wack'd: Freddie Mercury: You've made a powerful enemy this day, Human Torch

[08:19 PM] Wack'd: Franco Mercury challenges Johnny to a game of chicken in his portion of the Fantasticar [08:19 PM] Wack'd: Interspersed with Franklin finally getting in the machine [08:20 PM] Wack'd: I feel like there's supposed to be some kinda causal link but I have no idea what on Earth it might be

[08:20 PM] Wack'd:

[08:20 PM] Bocaj: Franklin was Johnny all along? [08:21 PM] Wack'd: So Franklin's brain vomited some "psychic ectoplasm" [08:21 PM] Bocaj: Wow this guy is dipping into every bit of paranormal bric a brac [08:21 PM] Bocaj: Are we sure his degree is real [08:22 PM] maxwellelvis: Are we sure Reed wasn't also classmates with Ray or Egon? [08:22 PM] Umbramatic: his degree is in "quackology" [08:22 PM] Wack'd: The true identity of the narrator of The Amazing World of Ghosts [08:22 PM] Bocaj: Do Reed Mi Egon [08:23 PM] Wack'd: ...what

[08:24 PM] Wack'd: Franklin...vomited his brain into this guy? And...and now Franklin's Franco? [08:26 PM] Umbramatic: Franklin Meurcury [08:26 PM] Wack'd: Boy, science is really taking some kinda beating this issue

[08:27 PM] Bocaj: Uhhhhhhhhhh [08:27 PM] Bocaj: Franklin is too powerful for his angsts to be doing this [08:27 PM] Umbramatic: science: "i love the young people" [08:28 PM] Bocaj: I EAT KIDS [08:28 PM] Wack'd: Yay Sue! Also not sure how I feel about this new invisibility effect

[08:29 PM] maxwellelvis: Feels more like showing off. [08:29 PM] maxwellelvis: Or at least, the sort of effect that really should have waited until digital inking was more viable. [08:29 PM] Bocaj: The invisibility is not very not visible [08:30 PM] maxwellelvis: "Due to a compatibility issue with Windows 95 graphics cards, the Invisible Woman is now extra-visible. To keep things fair, please close your eyes when fighting her." [08:31 PM] Wack'd: "It's not that I don't trust you, Abe. It's that all your theories are dangerous quackery and also you nearly got my son killed"

[08:33 PM] maxwellelvis: (That's not some weird non-sequitor, I'm paraphrasing the manual for Doom's Windows 95 port there; with some Windows-compatible graphics cards, there was a weird bug that made invisible enemies like Spectres less than invisible. The manual joked that you should make things more fair by closing your eyes if you encounters this bug.) [08:34 PM] Wack'd: Letters letters letters! [08:34 PM] Wack'd: ...i think i hate letters now

[08:36 PM] InbarFink: Letter pages are just glorified youtube comments [08:36 PM] Bocaj: Eesh [08:37 PM] Bocaj: Around this same time ish there were letters in the avengers comics complaining wasp is too weak and ineffectual and the response said they’d work on it [08:37 PM] Bocaj: So it’s not universal among fans at this time at least [08:38 PM] Wack'd: I'm just like [08:38 PM] Wack'd: The one time I can remember you print letters from ladies [08:39 PM] Wack'd: This is what you go with? [08:40 PM] Bocaj: Yeah it sucks [08:40 PM] InbarFink: would it be conspiratorial to sugget they got a LOT of letters about it and most of them were from dudes and they just picked the two with lady names on them [08:40 PM] Bocaj: No it wouldn’t [08:41 PM] Wack'd: I mean if that is true [08:41 PM] Wack'd: Good on them for not printing male misogynists? [08:41 PM] Wack'd: But just because a point of view comes from a woman doesn't make it worth your time [08:42 PM] Wack'd: Letters like "Murder your female lead" and "I prefer when she was hysterical submissive crying and helpless" are ones you can safely ignore no matter who they come from [08:42 PM] Bocaj: Yeah [08:43 PM] Bocaj: I wish unlimited was more consistent on whether they include the letters page [08:43 PM] Bocaj: It’s interesting to me [08:43 PM] Wack'd: Same [08:43 PM] maxwellelvis: "I'm not saying I WANT her to be killed, but I don't like her saving the day and that she should get beat up more" [08:43 PM] Wack'd: Hart literally says she wants Sandman to murder her! [08:44 PM] Bocaj: Wait until Ultimate hart, ya weirdo [08:44 PM] Wack'd: Alright let's move on. The current direction, whatever it ends up being, is only going to end up mattering for another three issues anyway [08:45 PM] Bocaj: Can’t wait for you to experience Byrne so I can also vicariously

[acemenagerie-a]

share 3-5 songs that represent your muse !

tagged by:  @beheldeyes tagging:  go for it & tag me!! ^^

Dr. Dee Fisher

🧫 Birth of My Creation - Frankenstein: A New Musical

Frankenstein, we find your ideas to be an affront to all that is moral and decent!

"Madness"! "Folly"! "Insanity"... Little minds have belittled my dream But I- could I...might it be The greatest triumph man has ever seen!

🧫 Cells - They Might Be Giants

Within the cell there's a tiny spiral staircase That tells the cell just how it's going to grow The instructions are spelled out in letters One on every step In a language that the cell knows how to read

🧫 Dr. Sawbones - Creature Feature

There goes Dr. Sawbones Engaging in his nightly hunt Strolling through the dirty streets Judging which soul to confront

End!Elias Bouchard

💀 A Fate Worse Than Death - Creature Feature

Don’t worry your head off There’s always a fate worse than death Pray you go quietly Quick and not violently No need to worry We all meet our end someday Pray you go silently Into the bleak dead of night

💀 Glashtyn Shanty - S.J. Tucker

When the tithe came callin’, where were you? When the tithe comes callin’, there is nothing you can do. Haul away haul away haul away Haul away haul away haul away

(( okay that one is kinda specific to the fic i wrote for end!elias where he & peter were a thing before the possession bit. it’s the interplay of sea shanty + death elements and liSTEN this definitely makes sense ))

💀 The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

Remember me I ask. Remember me I sing Give me back my heart you wingless thing

Jonah Magnus

👁‍🗨 Bourbon Street - Jeff Tuohy

Every night I breed a new disaster I might be right, I might be wrong Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so Sit back, have a seat

👁‍🗨 Punishment Game - Kururingo ft. Miku & Gumi

Punishment game, but it’s a total plot twist

You shouldn’t use up all your number cards before the end–isn’t that true?

(( au where peter and jonah decide the fate of the world over a game of uno ))

👁‍🗨 Impostor - SharaX 

(( yo just listen, u can’t miss the Vibes ))

[llama-of-pangea]

Staying healthy & helping others in this weird time we live in

(updated March 31, 2020 for more up-to-date links and information)

I’m not normally one for serious posts, but I did want to make a post about the present situation (mostly in the US, but elsewhere too!) -- because it’s important to stay informed about COVID-19/novel coronavirus, especially when there’s so much misinformation out there:

Wash your hands. I know everyone keeps saying this, but it really is one of the most effective things you can do for reducing the spread of disease. Wash your hands with soap, often, for at least 20 seconds. Soap breaks up oil, destroys the cells of many viruses and bacteria, and gloms on to other particles on your hands, helping to get them really clean. It’s worth doing. Social distancing, not touching your face, staying home as much as possible, changing and washing clothes right away when you do come home, and disinfecting commonly-used spaces and surfaces in your home as often as possible are other things you can and should do. [source: CDC guidelines]

Be mindful of others. Many of us on tumblr here are young and so are less likely to suffer a serious case of COVID-19. But just because you’re not experiencing symptoms, or have mild symptoms, does not mean you should not be thinking of others��� wellbeing. Grandparents, older parents, the immune-comprimised (such as those with cancer or other immune-deficiencies), and those with certain health conditions are at risk more than the rest of us. So protect them as much as you can. Practice those good health tips always, but especially in spaces you may share with those who may be at greater risk. And also, be considerate of those with jobs that don’t allow them to isolate, like grocery store employees and bus drivers; this is extra hard for them, so do what you can to be kind, courteous, and considerate to them for all they’re doing for the rest of us [source: CDC at-risk statement].

Be responsible when shopping. If you can, have some food and necessities at home -- ideally enough to get through a week or two. Don’t panic-buy, and don’t hoard. A package of disinfectant wipes or spray, and some soap, will get you through; if you’re unable to find these items, you can often find soaps for refillable bottles at natural stores or online. Don’t fill your cart with toilet paper or sanitizer, which just denies others these items and stops them from protecting the community. And practice good health practices while in the store (remember, this is a common area! be considerate of hardworking employees, and other shoppers).

Help as much as you can. The elderly and people with weakened immune systems may be scared right now. You might be scared. Your parents or siblings or friends or coworkers might be scared. Stay in touch with people -- find ways to connect remotely so you and those you care about don’t feel isolated. Be supportive of those who are struggling to handle this. Donate blood through the Red Cross, or supplies like masks and gloves to hospitals, if you’re able to. And if you can, help those who need it; do a grocery run for someone who’s at risk, help them disinfect, or just call someone who may need cheering up. And don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it.

Don’t panic. But also, don’t ignore the situation. Try to stay up to date with things, and be aware of your local situation. There’s so much misinformation out there, so be critical of what you see. Avoid falling into pitfalls of prejudice. And take care, and be kind! Everything’s going to be okay if we all look after ourselves and one another.

Check under the cut for links to helpful health & safety advice, news, and discussions about COVID-19:

Where to find updates and well-sourced information:

updates from the CDC and WHO

for those in the US and Canada, this website has done an incredible job of monitoring cases, news, school closings, and other information in real-time

Helpful discussions with reliable information:

reporting by Last Week Tonight -- part 1 || part 2 || part 3

the Sawbones podcast (hosted by Dr. Sydney McElroy & Justin McElroy) has 3 really good episodes discussing the origin of the virus, the role of quarantine in containing the spread of illnesses, and the current state of the COVID-19 pandemic as of March 22nd

tips for talking to your kids about COVID-19

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How to determine if something is bullshit (a short guide): ask the following questions: 

(1) Are there sources included with the statement? (2) Are the sources credible (namely, are they from a primary source, such as a research group, recognized health agency, or other medical institution)? (3) Can I find more than one account of the information? (4) Is the statement objective (meaning ‘based on fact’, rather than subjective or ‘based on emotion or feeling’, which creates a bias)?

If the answer to any of those 4 questions is “no”, there’s a chance the information could be bullshit, OR, at the very least, it may be incomplete.

In health news, be skeptical of things involving very small test groups (a test on 12 people does not speak for the general public!) or made by for-profit laboratories. Big pharma can make great things, but it can also be unethical. Read the literature from sources that are not invested in the product (again, the CDC, WHO, and FDA are good places to start) to get a better sense of how reliable, safe, or effective a thing is.

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Speaking of misinformation...:

There is not yet a vaccine or official treatment for COVID-19, though work is in progress around the world.

No, you can’t protect yourself with a detox treatment (and shame on the influencers pushing this).

No, you cannot “self-test” for COVID-19 by holding your breath. The claim that you can self-test by attempting to hold your breath for 10 seconds is a social media hoax which gained some traction when it was perpetuated on Fox News. It has been completely debunked.

Be skeptical of home tests. Produced primarily by Everlywell, they are expensive, and the chance for a false negative is very high (they require swabbing VERY far up your own nose, which is painful and difficult to do on yourself if you’re not a medical professional or someone with experience doing so). If you’re worried that you may be sick, call your doctor; there are also lots of drive-in testing locations around the country.

Hand sanitizers made with only essential oils do not work -- essential oils do not disinfect. Beware of DIY hand sanitizer, as it is easy to make an ineffective one. Soap and water are the most effective means of disinfecting your hands.

It’s unclear if ibuprofen can worsen cases of COVID-19 -- this information was circulated by the French Health Minister, but there is no scientific data to support their claim. Ibuprofen is probably still safe to take. If you have any doubts, then you can take Tylenol, paracetamol, naproxen sodium, or aspirin instead.

COVID-19 has nothing to do with beer or eating meat.

Beware of conspiracy theories in general.

Beware of phishing scams pretending to be official press releases. Many appear from fake CDC emails.

Facebook, Twitter, and other social media sites are struggling to stop misinformation campaigns. Don’t consider these sites a reliable source of information -- look for the primary source to confirm what you see online, and do what you can to report or remove false information.

Beware articles or sources that use the current situation to excuse discrimination or prejudice. It is wrong to blame Asians and Asian culture for COVID-19 -- that’s just racism. Similarly, stories blaming migrants are just as wrongly biased.

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*** Note: I’m not a doctor or any other type of medical professional. I am a geologist who knows a lot about source evaluation and is worried about people being misinformed

[nerdierholler]

21 Questions

I was tagged by @slothssassin​ Thank you so much!

I have no idea who’s done this so if you want to, PLEASE CONSIDER THIS YOUR TAG! And let me know if you do.

1. nickname: Nerdy

2. zodiac: Cancer

3. height: I claim 5′2″, I’ve been told that it is a slight exaggeration which I refuse to believe

4. hogwarts house: HUFFLEPUFF

5. last thing i googled: The Poseidon Adventure. It was on TV today and I had no idea Leslie Nielsen was in it.

6. favorite musicians: Toad the Wet Sprocket and 90s alternative in general, but I love me some Toad.

7. song stuck in my head: None at the moment. Weird.

8. following: 119, I get easily overwhelmed by too many posts and content.

9. followers: Y’all are making me look up all of the numbers, 153

10. do you get asks: Every once in a while, but it’s mostly a rarity.

Keep reading under the cut for more exciting Nerdy facts. That is, facts about me, Nerdierholler, not facts about nerdy things, unless you consider me nerdy, in which case you can have both.

11. amount of sleep: I try really hard to aim for 8 hours. I’ve done this my whole life, come hell or high water, I’m getting my sleep.

12. what are you wearing: This evening Nerdy is modeling black yoga capris, comfortably worn in after more than 10 years of use. She is also wearing a long black cardigan of draped fabric featuring constellations. Beneath that is an earthy green t-shirt from a recent education conference she attended. In a bold move she’s cut off the bottom hem, sleeves, and neckline to further increase the roominess and comfort factor of the shirt.

13. dream job: I wanted to be an animal trainer at sea world when I was younger. Now I work in education and tell people about cool animals so close enough.

14. dream trip: I’d love to visit New Zealand or the Peak District, maybe Antarctica, though there are environment concerns there.

15. instruments: I played the trombone but that’s been like 20 years ago so....

16. languages: English, boring I know

17. 10 favorite songs as of now: This is always so hard because I don’t listen to new music (though I’m trying to make an effort) so have some of my favorite podcasts instead. In no particular order (ok the order is what I could remember without getting up to look at my phone):

The Adventure Zone

Sawbones

BomBARDed

Lore

Unexplained

Unobscured (I liked the Salem Witch trials a bit more than Spiritualism)

History Chicks

Dolly Parton’s America (I’m only 2 episodes in but I really like it so far)

The Dream (season 1 on MLMs was great, enjoying season 2 so far)

Deadly Manners - A classic old style radio drama murder mystery with a great voice cast.

18. if you were an animal: I have no idea. Something not too dumb but also kinda lazy and food motivated.

19. favorite food: I like ice cream, you can’t go wrong with ice cream.

20. random fact: Opossums have more teeth than any other land mammal in North America (50).

21. my aesthetic: comfy. T-shirts, jeans, sandals, nerdy shirts, earth tones.

[lilyenderborn]

Constants and Mages

So a long time ago I wrote a story for @graffiticraft for his then undeveloped Swap Au. Well I got a lot of details wrong but since the story has been developing I took the story and developed it into it’s own beast. Now there’s two of these world begging for their worlds to collide. One mage might just do just that.

The Mage gasped sitting straight up in his bed. He groped around in the dark before lighting his hand. A figure next to him shifted at the sudden light as the man tossed off the covers moving towards his desk.

"Hen..." A tired voice came from the bed.

"I need to write this vision down or I fear what may come." the mage said sternly grabbing a pen. He began writing as the figure moved out of the bed.

"Hen..."

"Marvin! I Need to focus!"

"I was going to ask where my glasses are Henrik." Marvin said very softly. Henrik paused before glancing over.

"They're right next to you Marv. To your right on the table. Now can I work on this in peace?" he asked as the man placed the mentioned frames on his face. The figure moved to hover over his shoulder.

"So, what's so worrisome that you rushed out this early in the morning?" he heard next to his ear.

"A vision of another plane of existence. That's the best way to describe it. I was in my body but there was this deep seeded anger and blood lust towards the world. I couldn't remember any of my simple spells that you like so much. I... I don't know what happened but I feel like there was someone in front of me begging for their life." He explained finishing his writing pulling his spell book off the shelf along with a few others.

"Henrik! What are you thinking? You can't be thinking of leaving this place to find that other place."  Marvin said frowning before his phone went off. "Shit! I'm on call at the hospital. Don't you dare do anything stupid we need you in case Chase shows his face again." Marvin said quickly getting dressed before answering the phone. "This is Doctor Magni..." he closed the door before Henrik could hear the rest of his famous greeting to the nurses.

"Sorry Marv but I have to see if this other me is coming for us." he said lowly getting up with his spell book moving to a dummy door.

"Ich möchte die Welt sehen, die ich schon einmal gesehen habe. Die Welt ist korrupter als meine." he said his eyes beginning to glow as the card symbols appeared on the door and it swung open to bright green static. Henrik put his mask on gulping.

"Well that's an ominous sign. I wonder if that means we lost to Chase or worse...." he shook his head before gripping his book and stepping through the door. As it closed behind him a knock came from his actual door.

 In another universe a freezer door opened and out stepped the black caped mage who blinked shivering slightly casting a little fire into his hand.

"By the cards. Why did my spell bring me out of a freezer?"

"The better question is why ya look like magic boy when I ran into him earlier." Henrik turned to see the mismatched eyes of the android.

"534N?" he asked hesitantly before mentally slapping himself. Different universes meaning this wasn't the same android keeping an eye out for everyone.

"Ya the same now who you?" He repeated pointing to Henrik with what appeared to be a spatula.

"It is...complicated 53. Trust me. Magic and all that. I just need to check on something." he mentioned putting his hands up beginning to inch his way out of what he now recognized as his kitchen.

"Oh ya bird face? Give me one good reason not to sound my alarm?" the android mentioned still eyeing him down.

"Your eggs are burning." he mentioned glancing behind hurrying off as 53 turned around to see the smoke from the stove.  "What have I gotten myself into?" Henrik muttered to himself casting a quick tracking spell. He heard crashes and the faint sound of an alarm as he followed the ball of light towards a room he knew well as his practice room.

'The air of this universe feels off.' he thought looking around the door.

"You don't belong here." came an all too familiar voice from the room. "Henirk the Great I presume." the voice continued.

"Y..yes. That's what my fans and brothers call me." he said more out of habit now realizing the chill that had gone down his spine had been from the person.

"Interesting you aren't like me at all." The same face stepped out of the room only something seemed off to the mage. "You aren't broken. You haven't felt that rush yet. Though something stains you it isn't red with blood nor black and grey like static. It's something else."

"And it's none the concern of you. Wait you don't seem surprised to see me Henrik." Hen said backing up slightly the feeling in his chest returning from his vision.

"GêT aWåy Quįck" another voice came out before his counterpart hesitated seeing something behind him. He listened to the voice though and hurried back out to the living room. There seemed to be a slam of a door behind him before hearing the glitching voice again "Åntî §Tat¡ç!" Hen heard the tv turn on as he was made to sit on the couch next to a figure in black.

"Hey not Henrik." Hen turned and blinked.

"Anti?" He asked looking his over as the figure behind the couch relaxed before turning the tv off.

"Yeah what were you thinking challenging Henrik?" Anti asked before looking up. "Feeling better Chase?"

"Yes. Thank you Anti. Sorry about the sudden shouting but considering how Henrik can get when feeling threatened I figured you needed to get away from him quickly." Hen turned and jumped slightly away seeing the bright green eye and the black eye with a red swirl.

"Chase?"

"Ah so you are aware of me. That means all of us exist in your world." Chase said simply moving around making it obvious he's armed as he sits next to Anti.

"Did I just hear the Brody boys?!" he heard the android's voice come from the kitchen. "And did you save freezer bird from magic man?"

"Yeah! Did you ever finish those eggs for Anti?!" Chase called out and Hen blinked thinking back to home.

"I don't need anything really." Anti said shrinking slightly closer to Chase. A knife came rushing through the air embedding into the wall next to the tv.

"I think that means you're eating everything on your plate Anti." Chase shaking his head as Hen's eyes grew wide.

"That means you eatin too Bro Average! He says you allowed static, but chu gotta eat real food with your new mediwhatevers!" came 534N's voice even louder as Hen looked up to see the android with a couple plates. “heya freezer bird, magic man didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No no he didn’t but why am I safe out here but not over there?” Hen ask curiously as the plates were passed to both boys.

“It’s just how he is. He’s very dull when he leaves his room but go near his room or upset him when he has that book? Well there are stories of what Jack made him do on camera.” 53 mentioned as Anti took the plastic fork a piece of sausage already in his mouth.

“Then again what a lot of us had to do to satisfy that nut case and his fans…” Chase twitched slightly before finally accepting the plastic fork. His voice seemed softer suddenly as he ate picking at a sausage. “We never got a choice in if we wanted to actually do it. He just said do it my way or something would happen. We got used to it.”

Hen nodded sighing looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah our Jack is something like that too though when he said set that guy on fire I intentionally missed and the time after that. Our Chase and Anti got it the worse because I did that I think.”

“Not Henrik how are you getting home? The freezer is typically a one way where 53 pulls random people out in pursuit of food.” He looked to see Anti looking at him.

“I was going to ask about that. My portal doors usual creates an invisible door for me to go freely between the two worlds until I dispel it but this is the first time I ended up in a freezer.” Hen explained as 53 circled around almost watching over them like a mother.

“Yeah you can blame the ho on that one.” Chase said his voice returning in strength.

“Ho?” Hen asked cautiously as he noticed Anti’s head dipping down hiding his face behind his hat.

“Yeah Marvin, it’s a long story of why everyone calls him that but yeah he broke the freezer.” Chase comment hardly ever looking up at Hen.

“Now that ain’t fair ta say. It were broke afore. The man's a human doc. Sawbones says 'e stuck a magic stick up th' freezers's arse.” 534N explained.

“Wait…wait. He stuck a wand in the freezer?” Hen asked curiously looking up at the android. “Why not ask Jacques to fix it?”

“Yeah magic man were pissed. Who's Jacques never heard th;' name afore freezer bird?” 534N mentioned collecting the twin’s plates. “Oh heads up y'all, tho ho's on 'is way. he called afore Freezer Bird. Said a thing about checkin' on y'all two. So bord, if ye don't wanna meet th' ho I suggest ye find ye a way home”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Hen said pulling a little book from an inside pocket.

“Wait what you got against the ho?” Chase asked.

“Uh…nothing against him but…” Hen hesitated. “He’s one I don’t want to see the difference honestly considering the one waiting back home for me….” Hen paused reading the spell book as the door opened hearing the familiar soothing tired voice.

“Hey 53 you in there?”

“Yeah Sawbones! So is th' twin brothers.” 53 called out as Hen quickly stopped at the spell standing up. The twins looked at each other before looking to the mage as the man started to chant in a foreign tongue.

“Wait not Henrik…” Anti began as a door appeared on the wall.

“Sorry it’s been lovely, really. Thing is my Marvin is waiting for me at home.” He said chuckling blushing under the mask before stepping through the door. Chase moved to get up towards the door only to find it disappear at his touch as Marvin turned into the room.

Henrik took a deep breath stepping into his bedroom before seeing the annoyed figure on his bed.

“Hen….”

“Uh oh… How long have I been gone?” Henrik asked hanging up the cape and mask trying to undo the mask hair.

“A day. You safe?” Marvin asked undoing his crossed arms relaxing.

“Yep perfectly. Saw some…interesting things.” He said chuckling leading the man out of the room away from his magical tools and the world he had visited so similar to his own.

[evalulu]

Some cute Deathgarden stuff for my main, Dash, and for Switch, since I seem to always find a bro with a Switch player.  

Darius was a newer scavenger in the Garden, at least officially, but he took to it well.  He had practiced extensively in these Gardens on his own time, after all.  It was something else being in an actual chase, running for his life amidst gunfire.  He was young, he knew, especially compared to the other scavengers he often ran into, but that didn’t mean he was any less capable than them.  

He was getting the hang of running with the others, getting used to seeing Sawbones, Ghost, and Fog, occasionally Switch or Inked whenever the former wasn’t around at all.  She stuck to herself, he noticed, but when they were together in a game in the Garden, she tended to stay nearby to grab ammo and power cores when Darius was grabbing some for himself.  He didn’t think much of it, admittedly, since the crates he interacted with came back much faster than if the others accessed them.  

There wasn’t any time to dwell on it, anyway, with the more pressing concern of evading the Hunters. This time, it was the Stalker, and Darius wasn’t convinced she had entirely forgotten about him.  As good as he was at running, he didn’t want to get into a stupid chase so soon.  She was a harder Hunter to evade, but they were able to do well with constant assisting each other.  Part of him was convinced that Ghost was getting found on purpose, and Sawbones was determined to help him out.  Even while he wasn’t the one being chased, he could feel the stakes getting higher as time elapsed.  They always did.  

They didn’t have much time left, and with Sawbones and Ghost both recovering from their constant chases, he wasn’t surprised that the Stalker came over to him and easily found him.  He just had to buy time for the others to get all the blood they needed, or for the time to run out.  He was getting better at keeping Hunters busy, but it still got his heart racing and adrenaline rushing as bullets raced by his head.  The Stalker’s precise aim, and the long range rifle to back it up, made it a special sort of challenge, but he welcomed the way it got his blood pumping.  

Try as he might, though, he wasn’t perfect and there was only so much his teammates could do to help him.  The bullets were very quickly closing in on him, only needing one imperfect turn around a corner to get a bullet tearing through his leg.  He couldn’t help crying out in pain as he went down, hoping that Sawbones or someone else could get to him quickly, or that she’d not be able to find him as he crawled to a bush.  They were so close to the end that he was fully expecting an execution to be his fate.  

“Follow me closely.”  

He was surprised, then, to see Switch helping him up, using her vambrace’s power to clone the both of them.  Once the Stalker turned her attention to the clones, Switch took off running with Darius close behind to keep up.  They didn’t get a single moment of respite as the siren and announcer’s voice called for the time elapsing.  Now to just escape the Garden.  

They quickly resupplied from a power core crate, the Stalker catching sight of them as the red threshold crossed over them and revealed them.  With his speed bolts, they could easily race to the exits, Switch using her clones to try and confuse the Hunter, crossing paths with her clones and moving as erratically as they did.  Once the exits were open, they both rolled towards it, Darius letting out a sigh of relief when promptly out of the Garden.  

“Hey, Dash.  You good?”

His attention jumps over to Switch in surprise.  She really didn’t talk to anyone, that he could tell or remember.  She pats his shoulder, her eerie mask lifted just enough to show a grin.  

“Good.  Glad you listened to me.”

He nods again at that, lowering his facemask.  

“You did save my ass, so I owe you.”  

She shook her head at that.  

“Nah, you don’t.  You make doing this a lot easier, so I can at least help you out now and then.  Least I can do for you making my job faster.  See you tomorrow.”  

He tilted his head, not quite getting her, but he supposed it didn’t matter that much.  She was at least reliable, in a weirdly nice way.  

[hawkesvarric]

🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 JUST FUCK ME UP, FAM

🖊 Saiaya Farheat (my bounty hunter from SWTOR! I need to get back into that...)

Saiaya was raised an only child by her mother, a notorious smuggler from the Outer Rim. But when her mother was gunned down in front of her after a shady dealing gone sideways, it made her cold. She would meet with these same criminals that traded with her mother in order to train under them. Some of these excursions were so brutal that she eventually had to have cybernetic augmentations, though admittedly some of those were in an effort to boost her combat ability. Saiaya would kill, maim, essentially whatever job was required of her. After her mother’s death and her years in the Outer Rim, she stopped caring. The Great Hunt just seemed like a perfect opportunity to earn some more notoriety.

🖊 Delaney Fawkes (a Star Wars tabletop character I rolled for a game that never happened)

Fawkes (she always goes by Fawkes, she really hates her first name) is a doctor. Technically. She certainly has the abilities and training to be one. However, she never found it quite...lucrative enough for her tastes. So she’s less a doctor and more a sawbones for wealthy criminals who don’t like being asked questions. Which is a service Fawkes is more than happy to supply. A fiddledeedee conscience never bothered her, so long as the money was right. Unfortunately, getting involved with a Hutt wasn’t the smartest career move one could make. They were far too jealous to allow Fawkes to assist anyone else and they also had enough dirt on her that she had to just play along. She bides her time, waiting for the prime opportunity to escape the Hutt’s servitude.

🖊 Fish Patterson (my courier; another game I need to complete)

Fish is my funny little daughter. She follows almost every impulse that she has, so it’s not uncommon to catch her chewing on objects that are most definitely not food or rubbing things against her cheek just to see how they feel. A lot of her oddities and quirks stem from the fact that she’s been alone most of her life. At one point, she had a father. She remembers his booming laugh and his green coat that had Patterson stitched on the back. He left to gather food one day and never returned. So Fish essentially had to raise herself in the Mojave desert, growing comfortable doing or saying whatever she pleased. Getting shot in the head and then left for dead just gave her something to do, honestly.

🖊 Daphne Dholl (my sole survivor...look one day I’ll beat a video game ok)

Daphne loved her life pre-fallout. She was well on her way to becoming a successful lawyer, she had a loving husband, and a beautiful baby boy. Really, she’s a simple girl at heart. That’s more than she could have ever asked for. It’s largely the reason her and Nate got on so well. He was also content just being together. He would often tell Daphne that if the rest of the world fell away that it wouldn’t even matter so long as he had her. Except the rest of the world did fall away and he got a bullet to the head. Daphne hates that she has to fight for survival after escaping the vault and at first her sole reason for continuing is to save Shaun. But, along the way, it stops being what she has to do and starts just becoming her life. It frightens her sometimes, what she might become when all is said and done. But all she can do is hope she’ll never completely lose where she started.

🖊 Indi (YEP that Indi! my Starfinder baby)

I don’t think I ever officially shared anything about her story, so here it goes! Indi is a space goblin who loves to tinker with technology. Hacking computers is more her thing, but she’s dabbled in robotics as well. She didn’t have many (any) friends on the space station, so Two-Bit was born out of necessity really. Also, if you wouldn’t build a robot with swords for arms, then why the fuck would Indi want to talk to you anyways? Pfft, useless humans. She lives in the ducts and one day happened to see a droid going apeshit on some folks. That might give others pause, but to Indi it seemed like a blessing. This droid could help her escape this shitty space station once and for all. So that’s how she met Buddy and coincidentally stole enough crap to run into the rest of the party as well.

[terezis]

I still think there could be a season two because,,, okay,,, the vrv twitter put somethin out months ago about a season two, probably to the timeline of now it's either all filmed or in editing. that is unless they put the candlenights show in the tv show then that's more time still... but the website? they might be getting stuff together & organised before the show drops, maybe the show will reference more of the mcelroy podcasts like wonderful or sawbones,,, just a theory though

the mcelroy brothers WILL be in mbmbam 2

all jokes aside, i hope so! LOL. i don’t remember when they announced the first season, or when they started filming and how long that lasted. u might be right! who knows.

[neveralarch]

I was tagged in a fact meme by @captain-aralias, so here are some facts!

Nicknames/pet names:

Some people in my extended family (and weirdly, one of my former fencing coaches) call me a shortened version of my name, but I don’t prefer or encourage it. A fencing parent tried to popularize the nickname ‘Breezy’ for his own amusement, but it didn’t catch on.

Zodiac sign:

Aquarius, but I’m one of the people caught in the widely-ignored Zodiac shift and I’ve now claimed Capricorn instead. I like goats.

Height:

My driver’s license has 5′ 6″ which is a blatant lie. Doctor’s office estimates go anywhere from 5′ 3.5″ to 5′ 5″, so I no longer know what to believe.

Last movie I watched:

Bumblebee! I took my mom and my brother while I was visiting over the holidays and it was a really good time. Fun movie, appealed to my fan instincts, and enjoyable for non-fans also. My mom and brother are almost always the loudest people in a theater, but it was a matinee so we only disturbed like 6 other people.

Last thing I googled:

'maximum fun medical.’ I was trying to find the Sawbones podcast to listen to while I made dinner. (Stirfried chicken gizzards, only the gizzards are taking forever to tenderize which is why I’m doing this meme.)

Favourite musicians:

Currently probably The Thermals. Maybe Slothrust.

Song stuck in my head:

It’s been Doe, Jane by Shakey Graves for a while. I’ve been listening to the album its on during plane rides, which is why I kept whistling snatches of it during the last national fencing tournament.

Other blogs?:

Dreamwidth... nominally twitter but DW and tumblr are the only ones I actually update. Same username on everything.

Do i get asks?:

Very rarely.

Following:

53, which is actually more than I expected. I don’t look at my dash very often - there are about 10 blogs that I check regularly from my browser when I’m bored/procrastinating. It was more like 20 before the nsfw debacle.

Dream trip:

I’d really like to take my family to Germany and Italy. There’s about a 3-week space each year we could fit it into, and the logistics are currently beyond me - but I think my parents and I have the resources to do it, so I’m hoping it’ll actually happen.

Amount of sleep:

Today - good, because I fell back asleep after the cats harassed me awake at 9. Generally I get 6-7 hours, which is Not Enough.

Lucky number:

My fencing coach told me some lottery numbers yesterday as a joke... the only one I can remember is 6.

What im wearing:

Sandals, jeans, t-chirt. It’s my day off, a snow day, and I was doing laundry.

Dream job:

The goal was to be a tenure-track academic, and that’s what I’m doing. But the true dream is some kind of job that allows me to sleep and do research and not do all of the stuff like administration or teaching or ‘providing actual value to the world and your institution.’

Instruments i play:

Soprano and alto recorder, although I play very rarely now. I played for a few minutes last month after my old music teacher passed away, and I was rusty but it still sounded like music.

Languages:

German, but again I’m pretty rusty. A woman I’m sort of seeing is occasionally trying to teach me Spanish through immersion, but I’m struggling to retain any of it without sitting down and learning the grammar.

Favourite songs:

I might do a ‘best of 2018′ if I ever have time - but right now I’m trying to hurry to the end of this so I can finish my stirfry.

Random fact:

I was in a performing acrobat troupe for a year when I was 9 or 10, and I remember almost nothing about it. Have not retained any skills, but I do have a vague memory of being thrown into the air a few times by the older kids.

Tag 5 people:

Tagging 4 people I’ve run into recently, because I couldn’t think of a fifth! If you’d like to do this, no obligation assumed or implied! @perictione @spockandawe @trinarysuns @doomspoon888