#go farther in hope

[reallylilyreally]

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ta muchly @swifty-fox, have a bit of the BabeRoe (god i need to find a title for this) part of go farther in hope

The thing is, he thinks to himself, still a little drunk, lying on his bunk staring at the ceiling and trying to focus on the different rhythms of breathing around home - Johnny, Chuck, More, Malarkey, Garcia, Cobb, he knows every single one - the thing is, it’s not bullshit if it makes sense.

The company needs Doc Roe. Desperately. Spina’s good, and rumour has it Mampre will be back soon, but neither of them are Doc Roe. Doc Roe is a god to this company, he’s Easy’s miracle, they need him. And that means they need him whole, and steady. It’s not Babe’s fault that he seems to be the only man in the company who can see the desperation pouring off the medic, the way that Roe is curled into himself. It’s not his fault that he’s the only person who thinks that maybe the man isn’t a god, that maybe he might need steadying. It’s not his fault that Babe is the only person Roe seems to accept any form of care from.

It’s not bullshit if it makes sense. And Liebgott is right, Babe’s not some hick from the middle of nowhere. He’s not new. He’s not Talbert, with stars in his eyes and his heart bleeding all over his sleeve and drowning them all. He’s not Muck and Malarkey and Penkala, whatever the fuck they’re doing, he’s not stupid. He was taught properly, and well, and he hasn’t forgotten. He knows better. He doesn't even know the man, he rationalises. Babe knows nothing about Doc Roe, doesn't know his middle name or what he did before the war, doesn't know if he has parents or siblings, if he was scared of spiders as a kid, if he likes to dance, how he takes his coffee. He's never seen the man out of uniform. He doesn't know him. All Babe knows is who Roe is to Easy, and that they need him. 

It’s not bullshit if it makes sense. He’s not falling in love with Doc Roe. He knows better.

taggingggggggg @euph0riacc and @london-cowboy and @itstheheebiejeebies

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodles, design is ER!ralsei from @lynxgriffin 's Eldritchrune AU (hope the tag is okay!)

[corvidaedream]

guess who officially is employed as a substitute teacher at least 4 days a month!

[aceinthefreakinspace]

Pride Month Aspec (Head)canons Day 15

Gwenpool - Marvel Comics - Aroace

Okay this one isn't a headcanon but that's because Gwenpool is canoncially aroace!! Whatta queen.

Tbh I'm not completely up to date on this. I do remember a few posts about how even though the comic said aroace, there was more emphasis on the ace part than the aro part. So here's some lovely aroace flags with her to hopefully help bridge any gaps there are existing between those.

I remember reading a Young Avengers comic a bit ago that had her in a relationship. I also remember just being like "what" the entire time because it did Not seem like it was supposed to be happening. I guess even then, without knowing much about her, I had picked up on the aroace vibes before they made it canon. Interesting how that worked out.

Anyway, gotta love a canon aroace character. Especially one as cool as her!

[radarsteddybear]

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(I'll probably have to go back and punch up the preceding scene tomorrow, but in the meantime, we're working on making it to the finish line.)

[justsomespiders]

yknow, there's something Wild to us that the best part of our life so far (the present babeyyyyy) still involves tracing our scars. it still involves sleeping on ashes and soot and smoke. it still involves feeling out the edges of gifts given by people who never loved us. We are not separate from our past, and "it gets better" coexists with "not all at once"

To be clear! This is not angst! (Entirely at least lol)

This is us finding both joy and sadness in knowing that life does get better. And that we've got so much more to grow with. I just... Really wanna throw so much love yknow

T-T <3 hours

[sysig]

Just take things at your own pace, there’s no need to rush (Patreon)

[meringuejellyfish]

this november i was made aware that manyland will be going down sometime in january. very much saddening to hear ! quite the special little experience this game was, heres some screenshots ive taken from recent wandering around elsewhere

heres a screens-worth of random stuff i made when i was 11

and heres an area ive been messing around with creating in my recent playing :-) in collaboration with my sibling

i believe manyland is free on steam now (and simply on manyland . com) for any who want to see it for yourself :-)

[acourtofquestions]

Dont be angry, Finnula said. Be smart.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I'm happy about the game because I got to see Giancarlo Stanton do his thang. When he's on, he's phenomenal. He hits a baseball harder and farther than anyone else in the show. I love Giancarlo!! ❤️ The Yankees tried their best. If pitching didn't give away so many runs, we could've won, but Aaron Boone and his bad, idiotic decisions prevented that from happening. My boys played very, very well, and I'm proud of all of them. They gave it a valiant effort. They played well. You can't win them all. Congratulations to the Rangers. See you tomorrow. Let's go Yankees!!!!!

Look at those muscles in his arms!! It's no wonder that the ball travels so far and so fast. Holy guacamole!! 😊😍⚾️

[reallylilyreally]

Baberoe is like bluebells in spring to me, every time! Sweet even when not, all colour and joy after the dark and cold. I am itching to read how your fic-writing golden touch is going to play out this time! So excited to read it, but not at the expense of your wellbeing. Take care of yourself! The horrors are real, relative comfort or no. xx

oh man this made me super emotional. Thank you so much for this message, I really deeply appreciate you reaching out on this! Have a snippet...

It’s snowing again. He sits and stares out at the line, at the nothingness and the Germans, until the sun starts to come up again, weak and grey, and everyone leaves him alone. Babe almost wants them to stop, wants Luz or Liebgott to come back and sit down next to him so he can look at someone who sees him and have them know that he is dying.

There are footsteps in the snow, someone coming up on his position from behind, and Babe can’t bring himself to turn around. There’s a pause, a shuffle in the snow, and then there’s a body pressed up against him, not quite warm, but better than before.

Babe knows who it is, even without looking. He can’t look.

“Everything okay?” Gene asks, like he hasn’t been dead for hours, like Babe hasn’t been dying over him for hours. “Babe?”

He answers on autopilot, as Gene reaches for his hand. Everything is slow and swimmy and he feels strangely blank.

“How’d you do that?” Gene asks, gesturing down at his bleeding hand.

Babe turns to look at him. He’s actually there. Gene. Sitting next to him, in the mud, face pale and nose red, covered in dirt but wearing his fucking helmet for once, and he’s actually there. He’s looking at Babe like he can see him, and holding his hand carefully between his steady fingers, no desperation, no blankness, just Gene, looking at Babe, like he can see him.

“You did that,” Babe says to him, and he means you did this, you did this to me, you cut me open, worse than just my skin, deeper than this, you’ve cut me open.

“I’ll fix it up,” Gene says, and takes a piece of blue cloth out of his pocket.

Babe has to look away from him for a moment, has to get some distance, just a little, because he’s this close from doing something utterly, unforgivably stupid. And then it occurs to him.

“Hey, Gene,” he says, the laugh bubbling up out of him from nowhere. “You called me Babe.”

Gene looks up from wrapping his hand. “I did? When?”

“Just now,” Babe says. You called me Babe.

“Babe,” Gene says, like he’s testing the word on his tongue. 

It’s been the only thing Babe’s been called for most of his life, and it sounds completely new. It sounds like something special, something just for them. 

“Babe,” he says back, a little light, a little mocking.

Gene ties off the bandage around his hand, and shoves him a little. “Heffron, watch the goddamn line.”

Babe snorts, despite himself, and watches the goddamn line. Gene settles in next to him, pressed steady and nearly warm against his side, shoulder to thigh. Babe breathes, in and out, beset by brand new knowledge, knowledge he’s been ignoring for months now. 

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He wears the blue bandage around his cut hand until it becomes more inconvenient than the wound itself, and when he takes it off Babe folds the bloody fabric neatly and tucks it into one of the inside pockets of his jacket. He doesn’t look too closely at what he’s doing. There doesn’t seem to be any point in examining it.

[vialism]

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[valaratminaforaldrar]

couldnt sleep went on a walk found thus random frog just sitting in the middle of the road???

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[seoulmatez]

hi hi friends~ i am wishing everyone the most amazing saturday ! ! have fun and stay hydrated :3 also, here’s an otter just bc — think of it as me sending u so so much love ᡣ𐭩

[nicollekidman]

alina becoming the darkling is like okay. three meaningful reforms for each killing. that seems fair. then a hundred years down the line ravka’s grisha are thriving and she has a trail of bodies behind her and she’s like wow looks like i was stronger and better after all 😇 and then eternity stretches before her