#h/c? i guess?

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Isobel Thorm, icon, godsend, hero, absolute titan, determined to carry the hurt/comfort genre on her STR 12 shoulders. I adore her.

Of course, the catch is that she herself has also Been Through The Horrors but chooses not to acknowledge this in favour of adamantly insisting on being the caretaker (which she is obviously very good at, like... professionally, as a cleric and healer).

And even more than that, caretaker to a person who is a big nigh-unkillable (but very significantly not, as Isobel herself points out, unharmable!) radiant wall of muscle and holy fury so used to being a champion and protector herself, extremely keen to dismiss her own issues as a bit of "paladin's fatigue" and "flights of fancy" and who is on so many levels, some very fundamental to her being, tied into being A Sword.

I guess my point is... fic writer comrades-in-arms, this is what we call a goldmine.

[dotty-literati]

Wish: 009

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[trustme-imamedic]

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[hogans-heroes]

Learning Curve

Chapter 2 (AO3)

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As time passed, Alex found he loved Buck like a boy loves a wounded animal found in the woods.

When he was a child he once found a fawn near his home, mangled and bleeding, whether wounded by man or beast or machine he didn’t know. Alex fell victim to its big eyes and whimpers and patched it up, gave it milk, made it a bed of blankets on the porch and watched it cling to life for a few days before it died.

Now the same childish fear curled in his chest whenever he spotted Buck’s lanky form around camp. Did no one see the brokenness in his eyes? The dazed pain he carried alone, bravely so as to stay a pillar to the men? His natural leadership put him in the small group with the senior POW officer and the Kommandant, going to meetings and getting the responsibility of overseeing several sections of the camp. His calm, collected manner of solving problems and caring for everyone was such a contrast to the way he curled up like a child next to Alex in the library, arms curled to his chest and head slumped on Alex’s shoulder.

“Buck,” he would always whisper, just to make sure he would wake up. “Gale.” Sometimes it took a few tries and a hand on the sharp shoulder, a few heart-stopping moments until he could drag those worn blue eyes open. Half the time Gale woke in confused fear and Alex held him until the quiet trembling stopped and Bucky came to look for him, shoving into the room with weak limbs and dead, desperate eyes.

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[puckgoss]

Okay great! Same anon from before. BTW, love your blog! The others seem to have a clear bias but I love how you keep it real over here. Super interesting as well! Now with the real deal...

CELEBS:

Justin Bieber is super nice, he seemed genuinely honored and happy to be there. Him and Mitch Marner are sooo cute, Justin was so supportive of him all the time and cheered backstage so much. He's also cool with Crosby apparently, saw them talking a lot. Met Hailey briefly and not surprised, just classic model behavior, glasses on inside, didn't say hi to anybody just a slight smile. It's fine I guess but compared to Justin who was a ray of sunshine seemed kinda odd. Michael Bublé did not 'accidentally' take a huge dose of weed, he was joking about how high he was and laughing about smoking more afterwards. Will Arnett is like a drunk uncle but not drunk. Both nice. Tate McCrae is soo sweet! I felt her because we were only like 5/6 women backstage and she was the only female captain, also with an ex who is an NHL player so already has that "puck bunny" reputation, so her being there was cool to see. Her BF was also backstage, but I don't think the players knew it was her BF haha, a colleague and I noticed at least 15 of the guys walking up to her and chatting it up. Ones I remember that looked flirty are Sway, the Hughes (they talked throughout the whole weekend and they're all around the same age so may have been friendly but you know how men are), Elias Lindholm, Elias Petterson, & Mat Barzal. She obviously talked to a lot of people but these I remember looking more like them trying to get somewhere with her. Her and her BF are so cute though! He was very touchy with her. Saw her talking to Boone Jenner for a while, but he seemed just friendly. He is also her ex's teammate so wonder what that's about.

PLAYERS:

Auston Matthews is actually really charismatic. At one point the whole dressing room went quiet and we heard him singing "Baby" by Justin Bieber. We all cracked up haha. The Hughes brothers had a fight the first day, don't really know about what but Jack walked in upset and Quinn wouldn't even look at him. Both with their frowning RBF. McDavid had the same attitude as Hailey Bieber LOL. He softened up a bit when talking to other players but otherwise he is super cold always. Pasta and Travis Konecny also seemed to lowkey hate each other. Colleague told me Travis doesn't like Pasta at all but can't 100% confirm that as I didn't hear it directly, just an interesting rivalry. The Canucks players were like a group of mean girls, they literally stuck together the entire weekend, even if they were drafted to separate teams. Vincent Trocheck flirted his ASS off with several women, myself included. Found out later he was married. Swayman is truly a nice person, I think he and Boone Jenner were the only ones who said hi to the whole crew and also goodbye. Also saw him and Georgiev have a bro-hug after they lost the game and he said something to him that made him really laugh, it was very cute. The Hughes also seem to not like Suzuki, avoided him all weekend. Cale Makar is like a doll haha he is so awkward all the time and everytime he speaks his face looks like he immediately regrets it.

That's all at the top of my head, but if there's anything else you want to know LMK!

ahaha ty ty! i def have my biases when it comes to teams but i try pretty hard to keep it neutral and not give my biases away 😭 as for players i don't have any faves or rly think any are angels so i have no preconceptions there

omg there is so much to unpack here idek where to begin

justin bieber - he did seem so happy to be there the whole time lol he loves hockey and the leafs i think that was all 100% genuine! so sweet

hailey bieber - sounds abt right lol

michael bublé - lmaooooo tell me ur from vancouver without telling me ur from vancouver.... iconic he was so funny that whole weekend

tate mcrae - ya i forget her bf's name but i was aware he was there n they do seem v cute together! love all the wifed up guys chatting her up ahaha except barzy n petey they get a pass. another anon on here was telling me all the CBJ guys & wags liked tate a lot so doesn't surprise me that boone & her were friendly

hughes brothers - jack n quinn having a fight is soooo funny omfg i can't. also being bitchy towards suzuki like 😭 funny bc they're so tight w cole caufield (esp jack) n suzuki n cole are teammates and besties

mcdavid - you comparing mcdavid to hailey bieber is fucking sending me dsiofjdskghdfjklgh he is so awkward...

TK - TK having beef w pasta is soooo funny

canucks - canucks players "like a group of mean girls" i'm dying omfg 💀 lindholm was drafted to a separate team ya but he was only traded to the canucks like a few days before that so that was the first time they were really meeting him

trocheck - flirting his ass off with multiple women dsfknadslfkjgfng his kids were literally on the ice watching the skills comp w him that's soooo bad

swayman & jenner - being sweethearts aw that is nice to hear

cale makar - "like a doll" "awkward all the time" "every time he speaks his face looks like he immediately regrets it" perfect no notes!!!

[misiahasahardname]

noah’s dumbass boyfriends

[chamerionwrites]

Saw somebody praising Andor for handling fictional torture well, and I’m sorry but no. No the fuck it didn’t!!!!!!!!

And this is not me dragging the show. I really like the show. Sadly, I even agree that it handles this subject better than most. Which in many ways actually makes me MORE disappointed and depressed, about the fact that 40-odd years ago the OT (which I also like, but lbr the political commentary is not much deeper than a puddle) gave us Leia lying through her teeth with her planet on the line and Han sweating and stumbling and saying “they didn’t even ask me any questions,” and yet today - on a show that is unapologetically on the side of a kid throwing a pipe bomb at the colonial cops - it’s too radical apparently to suggest that torture is really incredibly shit at eliciting useful intelligence, and people on the internet will give you a gold star for doing the bare fucking minimum because sadly it’s still better than what 99% of other narratives manage

[dailyperkele]

DAY 10 - Lunch

He understood "duel" instead of "date", the dissapointment is immeasurable.

[jeffreyfrancoeur]

do you want your heart broken while colin breaks penelope's by telling her about his literal and figurative scars? i wrote the fic for you!

Summary:

One night before bed, Penelope asks Colin how he got the scars on his back. A discussion of his physical and emotional scars follows. or: Colin Bridgerton telling his wife how he's felt disposable for his entire life.

Notes: This fic discusses in detail how Colin's father whipped him when he was a child, and briefly mentions physical abuse he experienced while at Eton. Please be aware before you go into this fic, as it may be a trigger!

Tags: POV Colin Bridgerton, Character Study, Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton, Penelope "My Husband" Featherington, Married Polin, Pillow Talk, but....emotional pillow talk, Canon Compliant, mention of other Bridgertons, Colin Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Discussion of physical abuse, Colin Bridgerton: How have I felt disposable from the beginning? Let me detail the ways

[cara-carabowditbowdit]

draw more of that locker freak thing. pretty please,,,,,,, (saddest eyes) (like really imagine this little thing asking for art)

WILL DO 🫡

here's some stuff ive done of them lately. just for u

(this is cellophane! btw!)

[feliciadraws]

does anyone else wanna eat the job stones or is it just me

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hero with Phoenix powers, die and comes back every time- and villain, someone who killed him once, now cares deeply for him and hates everytime he has to "clean up the mess" of hero when he comes back. (Taking care of him as he slowly heals)

U amazing, I feel scared to send a ask sometimes because I feel like I'm annoying so I hope I'm not annoying-

Undoubtedly, the worst part was the burnt skin. Regenerating took time and it was a messy process. But what the villain loathed the most was the burnt skin that healed and needed over a week to thread itself back into an acceptable state.

It was so bad, in fact, that the hero could only lie in bed in agony. Touching the bedsheets was painful and not even cold clothes could help them.

Talking was difficult for the hero, so the villain didn't force them. At first, it had been an uncomfortable silence but after the third death, the villain wasn't bothered by it anymore and the hero didn't seem to be either.

And now the villain was staring at the great hero, gasping for air as their back rose and fell with every breath being taken in. The skin on their back was red, partially burnt, partially open and no matter how much time the villain put into research, no treatment was helping.

"It's a natural process," the hero had said once. "No matter how many times you google 'burnt skin treatment,' it will never give you the result on how to fix me."

But that wasn't really what the villain wanted, now was it? They wanted to make it easier. The hero didn't need repairment. Not at all.

It was the first time that they were at the villain's place. Usually, they managed to get home in time but last week had been anything but pretty. It had been a violent death. Slow and bloody. A cut throat.

The villain didn't want to think about their limp body in their arms. They'd spent hours trying to wash the blood out of their and the hero's clothes.

"Do you need anything?" the villain asked quietly, too afraid to raise their voice. As if by doing that alone, they could hurt the hero's fragile body.

The hero didn't answer and the villain didn't hold it against them. Existing was probably too painful for them right now anyway and the villain already regretted that they had asked.

So, instead of bothering the hero any more, the villain decided to make lunch. Despite the state of their body, the hero had to eat something.

The villain turned around and took a second to collect themselves. However, when they finally felt ready to leave the hero to themselves, the hero moaned their name.

It sounded raw and forced and at first, the villain doubted that they had heard anything at all.

"What?" they asked gently, turning around.

And then, again, the hero mumbled their name, their actual name which had been given to them by their mother. They had never mentioned it, had never revealed it to the hero.

"Hey, relax," the villain said. They knelt beside their bed. "Don't..."

"My first death..." The hero turned around, made a grimace out of pain and finally faced the villain. They shared a gaze and the villain didn't quite know where to place themselves within the deep abyss of the hero's irises. "Car crash."

"You don't have to tell me this, please just rest," the villain said. Sometimes, the guilt would come back up. But the villain tried to make up for that with their actions, tried to help the hero as best as they could.

But really, how could you ever apologise for killing someone?

"A car crash," the hero said again. "I was alone. I died alone."

They took in a deep and painful breath.

"Being a hero...I..." The villain didn't know what they wanted to say. "It's hard..."

"I know, I know. Maybe you should take a break for a while. You need your rest and this isn't helping you. You need a vacation. You need time for yourself, even after you've healed."

"No, I...I was so alone. After a while I wanted..."

"Hey, relax, it's okay, you-"

"I wanted to kill myself," the hero confessed. And for the split of a second, the villain's world crumbled and fell into insane chaos. They forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think properly. They were there physically but not with their head and somehow they got extremely mad at the hero.

"What are you talking about?" They tried to clear their head but that was impossible.

"I...I couldn't die, so I...tried everything. I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I couldn't live like this, I couldn't be so ugly-"

"Oh god," the villain whispered and they were sure they were going to break down any second. "You dumb hero, are you out of your mind?!"

"I have you now," the hero whispered. "I want to get better, I swear."

"You're not leaving this house for a long time," the villain said. Their hands were shaking.

"Please," the hero said. "Don't be upset."

But how could the villain not be upset when they were the one falling for the hero?

[yourheartonfire]

The civilian eased the trapdoor open with a slowness that made the muscles in their shoulders and arm burn. As if this wasn't stressful enough, trying to enter the belltower loft at the exact right speed and volume. Not too fast and loud to startle... to startle them. But not too soft and slow to seem like they were sneaking up.

They'd left food here before, some blankets, a camp lantern and batteries, but always during the day. Never at night. Never when the... when the creature was in residence.

The civilian didn't like thinking about them as the creature, but they weren't sure what other term to use. The newspapers called them some kind of heroic mutant humanoid, the tv reporters wailed about a mad scientist's escaped experiment run amuck. As for the theories people passed about online... The civilian wasn't very religious, but they were pretty sure an angel wouldn't be so very physical.

The creature huddled in the southwest corner of the loft, where the light was weakest. All the protagonist could see was a massive heap of wings, the feathers twitching in the moonlight as they heaved up and down in slow breaths. There was a trail of feathers across the floor and a pinion the size of the civilian's arm stuck to the balcony ledge in a smear of red.

"Hi," the civilian whispered, wondering if they were about to die of unbelievable stupidity. "Hey there. I - I'm the one whose been leaving you things. I work here in the building, I'm..."

The feathers parted. A hawk eye, golden hued, gleamed in the darkness, fixed on the civilian. The civilian froze in place, hands up. "I saw the news footage today. You looked... I brought medical supplies." Slowly they pulled things out of their bag for the creature to see. Gauze. Disinfectant. Tape. "I can leave these here for you but, um. I actually have some first aid training. I can help you?"

It came out an awkward squeak. For a moment there was no other noise but the strained wheeze of the creature's breath. And then they let out a sigh, and let down their wings.

The civilian grabbed their gear and picked their way over the knobbled wooden planks as the creature grunted and shuffled around to turn their back. The civilian's breath caught at the red pock marks down the left shoulder from the joint of the wing down to the mid spine.

"Okay," they said out loud, as they pulled on the latex gloves. "I'm uh, going to have to clean this. It was a shotgun blast, wasn't it?"

The dark head - not feathered, it was hair, black hair - nodded. The muscles in their back jumped as civilian dabbed dry gauze over the skin, carefully brushing the smears of dirt and oil away from the edges of the wounds. Even through the fabric, through the gloves, they could feel heat radiating off the... the creature.

"Are you always this hot?" the civilian asked absently, then almost dropped the gauze in horror. "I mean, for temperature! Hot like, should we worry about infection or are you just..."

Below them there was a boom of a distant door opening.

The wings turned into a blizzard of motion. The civilian was blinded in a flurry of feathers, knocked to the floor and grabbed -

Everything went still again. The civilian was flat on their back and the creature... the creature was on top of them, pinning them at the hips and the shoulders; head up, wings flared, and eyes narrowed as they listened for any other sign of life.

"I came here alone," the civilian whispered. "There's no one else-"

The creature raised a clawed finger to their lips, still listening. But they eased off, their stance shifting from predatory to watchful. Their arm was trembling just with the strain of holding themselves up.

The civilian breathed and waited. The smell was overwhelming: a warm animal scent tinged with a gingery spiciness - but cut through with a metallic tang. All at once, the creature folded back their wings, fell back into a seated position beside the civilian, slumped in apin.

"There now, hang in there," the civilian said quietly, scrambling for their scattered medical supplies. "We can clean this tonight, maybe get some antibiotics for tomorrow..."

"Run hot," the creature said softly, in a voice that chimed like music.

The civilian jumped. "You speak?" they managed to gasp.

The creature shrugged, then winced as that moved their back muscles. They turned their face away, this time pointedly spreading those wings across the floor to reveal their bare back fully. "Help," they whispered. "Clean."

The civilian took a breath and grabbed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "Okay. Here we go," they whispered and went to it.

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[bookshelfdreams]

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[biitchcakes]

9 15 movies that I could watch 500 times :

because it's hard to pick even just 15, here's my letterboxd.

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