#granted i'm only 4% in

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[rockpaperscissuhs]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

JOSEPH "JOE" RAMIREZ

Born October 5th, 1921, in Nebraska

Died April 8th, 1988 (age 66), in Martinez, California

Joe Ramirez enlisted in September 1942 (age 20) in San Francisco, CA, and he trained with Easy Company at Toccoa. Holding the rank of Private, he served in Normandy, Holland, and Bastogne. He was hospitalized in January 1945, and discharged in July 1945. After the war, he was married for many years, and had children and grandchildren. When he passed away he was buried with his wife, who had passed away 11 years earlier. Further information about him is scarce, but the brief character profile in the Band of Brothers series bible describes him as Mexican-American, and his personality as "sensitive and nervous."

Appears in Episodes 1, 3-8, and 10; portrayed by actor Rene L. Moreno

Sources below

A million thanks to @bleedingcoffee42 for tracking down this info for me!

[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember🍁🍁

Day 4: Mug of Tea | Soft Music

Grant Ward & Leo Fitz, Agents of SHIELD, AU

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When the screen blurred for a... something-th time, and again the stab of pain came in his head, Fitz could no longer hold back a groan.

Frustrated, impatient, he shoved himself to his feet– And immediately had to grab onto the edge of the table as the room swung wildly around him.

"Fitz!"

Hands gripped his arm, and he let himself be guided back into his chair. The worried face of Grant Ward swam into view above him.

"Easy, kid. Of course, you can't see straight after not eating, drinking, or sleeping for a week."

Fitz shut his eyes, trying to gather himself, suddenly overwhelmed with the pain in his head, the sickening twisting of his stomach. Ward's voice was low, easy on the ear, which he was grateful for.

"Drink this."

Something hard touched his hand, and he squinted down to see a mug, filled with some dark liquid.

"What is it?" he murmured.

"Tea." Grant huffed before Fitz could even look at him. "Yes, I made it myself, and no, it isn't sweet tea. My grandmother would be horrified."

Lemon and... something. Chamomile? Herbal. It wasn't steaming, but the curve of ceramic he wrapped his fingers around was more than warm.

"Drink." Ward leaned back against the table, effectively blocking Fitz's view of the computer monitor. "I'm not leaving if you don't."

The smell of the tea was comforting, soothing, and Ward was so very solid and determined, and suddenly he felt very weak and lost and uncertain of everything.

"Alright, alright," he grumbled feebly, as if he'd put up some kind of fight.

"Coulson showed me some of the plans for his hand, you've been working on. Good stuff." Ward talked quietly as he drank. "I'm surprised you're even bothering with him, when you've got Simmons to find."

Fitz stared into the half-empty mug. "Good distraction," he whispered.

He thought of the intricate circuitry required for prosthetic limbs, he mapped the hand's joint structure in his head, remembered the perfect angles of Jemma's face–

He downed the last of the mug without stopping for breath.

"There." Fitz's attempt to slam the mug down on the table was interrupted by Ward's thigh, and then the handle was gently pulled from his trembling fingers.

"Okay, Leo." Grant's hand was warm on his shoulder. "And now it's time for food. And sleep. Somewhere other than this lab."

"You said you'd leave," Fitz protested. He couldn't leave the lab, he had four simulations running, and calculations to finish that he didn't trust the computer with, because this was Simmons's life–

"I never said I would leave if you drank it; I only said I wouldn't if you didn't." Ward sounded unbearably smug there. "And I know all of this is important, I know you're doing everything you can to rescue Jemma from God knows where, but listen to me." Now he was dead serious, in that way only Grant Ward could be, and Fitz blinked at the man kneeling in front of him, those pleading eyes, found he had no anger left.

"When you get Jemma back," Ward said firmly, "I am not handing her a skeleton of a boyfriend."

"I'm- I'm not a skeleton."

He was pulled gently to his feet, Ward's arm linking through his to pull him away from his work station. Fitz tried to turn back, tried to wrench away from the gentle grip, but even as he did so, the room spun again, and he saw the floor approaching rapidly.

Again, Ward caught him.

"Oh, really?"

The next moment, Fitz was swept off his feet, and being carried from the lab cradled in Ward's arms.

"You have definitely lost weight, kid. And do you even know what time it is?"

A hundred sharp replies swirled through Fitz's head, but at that moment he registered the last bit of Ward's little speech.

"I'm not her boyfriend!"

Grant actually laughed, his chest vibrating against Fitz's shoulder. "That's what you're gonna get mad at me for?!" He shifted his grip with a barely perceptable grunt, and Fitz hastily hooked one arm around Ward's neck, wary of getting slung over one those shoulders if he didn't cooperate to some degree. "You told me you asked her out! Right before she disappeared." Ward's voice dropped, his amusement dying. "You're two halves of a whole, kid. You're soulmates, I get that. But asking her out for dinner? That makes you her boyfriend."

She had been so surprised, but happy, Fitz remembered. Definitely happy, the tone of her voice, the curve of her lips, the way she looked at him. Definitely happy.

"Oh, shit."

Fitz felt himself jostled slightly, Ward walking faster, and then he was set down on something decently soft and squishy, and a hand was patting clumsily at his knee, as he tried to wipe his face, but it seemed as if now that he'd started, he couldn't stop.

There were no concrete thoughts, no words, only tears.

"Fitz..." Ward said, very quietly.

He gave up then, reaching blindly for something to hold on to, and Ward was right there, solid muscle and bone, warm sweater for Fitz to bury his face in, strong arms around Fitz's shoulders, a rock Fitz could cling to in this storm. Ward offered no platitudes, no comforting words; he just let Fitz cry until he had nothing left.

--

"Fitz."

The voice seemed to come from under water, before he was shaken lightly, and he squinted into Ward's face.

"Hey." Quiet, gentle. "You sleep, and we'll get food when you wake up. Okay? I'll grab a blanket, and you can sleep right here on the couch."

"Jemma," he muttered, trying to hold onto the knowledge that he had to be up and doing, finding his Jemma.

"I'll get one of the techs to keep an eye on your stuff, and wake you if anything important happens. I promise." Grant's gaze was unwavering.

"Jemma," Fitz murmured again, but he felt himself being laid down, a pillow tucked under his head, and then a blanket draped over him.

"You're a good man, Fitz," came a distant murmur. "One of the best I know."

He thought it sounded like Jemma, and then he heard soft music, a piano playing quietly, something nice he thought he knew, but all he could imagine was Jemma in something nice and flowy, sitting across the table from him, and the candle flames dancing in her eyes.

--

When he woke, stomach aching, at 4 am by the clock on the lounge wall, Ward was still sitting at the piano, playing quietly. A plastic wrapped sandwich and a glass of water sat on the coffee table in Fitz's easy reach.

When he sat up, Ward glanced over, smiled slightly, but his hands kept moving. Fitz ate the simple ham and cheese slowly, savouring it to the tune of something from Star Wars, something soft, but hopeful.

Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to.

[eddis-not-eeddis]

The truly annoying thing about college is that I'm kind of expected to be a top performer because I actually buckle down and do the work. I don't even do it that well, I just do it, and so I get decent grades (not phenomenal, but good) and I'm considered a good student. There are other kids who are waaaaaaaay smarter than I am. When it comes to raw intelligence they have me beat all hollow--they instantly pick up on topics I have to grapple with for days or weeks of careful study. They will easily answer a question that takes me four or five minutes of puzzling over to solve. But they're flunking out because they refuse to study. They're failing classes because they won't submit work. I'm only considered a good student because I muddle through it and actually submit assignments. Imagine how much better they could be if they actually studied for their exams or didn't wait to work on their projects until the day they were supposed to be submitted.

[an-anonymous-friend]

ugh it's so disgusting being told explicitly that the company I work at are making an exception for me cause I've been so dedicated and have a "high efficiency", basically like saying: "You're one of the good little mentally ill people".

[llycaons]

night shift is genuinely so exhausting tho. I don't have time to really do anything these past few days - I haven't been able to compile any more fundraiser lists because I've been either sleeping or at work - and it's happening again where I can't remember the last time I've showered

[dbphantom]

Listen if you're gonna send me an ask about why I shouldn't interact with a person, can you at least do it off anon so I can request actual proof privately? I'm not replying to these since the only way to respond to them is publicly and I don't want to contribute to an unsubstantiated rumor about someone. That's not fair.

[stratfordsandthestars]

accidentally stayed up till 4am watching marry my husband, whoops. on ep 6 and had to stop myself from continuing bc i need to sleep 😭 i have to be up at a reasonable time today bc i have stuff going on in the afternoon

[the-physicality]

can i just say something about sports reporting? i ned them to stay in their lane. talk to me about tactics and stats for teams and players. ps don't try to contribute to the discourse. i hate the discourse.

[soulsxng]

Really random, but sometimes I get hardcore sucked back into the Royal Scandal series. The vibes and the stories are just A+, and so many muses get so noisy.

The only issue with that is the muses being really noisy doesn't lend itself very well to headcanons and stuff, so I'm sitting here trying to answer these Corruption questions for Creation, and the muses are in the back of my head. Doing concerning things. Being generally distracting.

Edit: Just realized that link only includes the main episode songs in their release order...which isn't the chronological order for the series. It's on the same channel if anyone wants to see the rest of the songs!

[the13throseii]

Man I can't. I'll watch a movie and be like "that was pretty enjoyable!" And then like 90% of people online are like "THIS MOVIE KILLED MY PARENTS IN FRONT OF ME"

[playerkingsley]

jumping off from the prev naddpod post, it is really interesting that while murph certainly did allow a not insignificant degree of 'yes and-ing' when it came to DMing (caveat: season 1 naddpod being my only context so far), caldwell has taken it to a whole new level with the vibe of trinyvale & its embrace of chaos, and I'm very curious to see how far off the proverbial rails it might go

[jojoisnomo]

I'm just over here trying to get my worldbuilding project going again, thinking instead it might be fun to have a central place for collective NPCs, Townsville locations, etc, etc. I realize this is more of an rp group concept than an indie one, but could be cool anyway. I have a WorldAnvil master subscription and more unused worlds than I know what to do with. This is a thing that could happen.

[dyketennant]

i think next semester is finally going to be the one that gives me a heart attack and kills me 💞

[abysskeeper]

Time to sit down and reevaluate all my life choices I guess.

[theragethatisdesire]

officially restarting plug eren bc i really think it can be an AMAZING fic and potential new series/oneshot collection if i can just get the set up right !!!!!! jesus fuck!!!!! i am frustrated