#i found a dream

[philtstone]

at last: chapter 3 (final chapter!)

[screams] here she is. posting before i can re-read and overthink for the billionth time. special shoutout to zainab for reminding me that less is more. 

thank u for coming on another little journey with me. your comments and thoughts are so special.

Chapter 1

i found a dream series

Friday. It has been a whale of a week – nothing particularly out of the ordinary, but everything atop each other feeling more than usual all the same. Stuff with the new charter boat, stuff with Dr Jean’s Sarah better take care of herself rules, stuff with Ms. Gloria’s Shereen-directed prom dress opinions, even, so loud they are heard across the property. Absently Sarah has noticed Bucky on the phone a lot, and given the state Sam returns home in, she assumes he is helping with something important, perhaps even helping to make it less dangerous. 

Sam is home, has been for all of four hours. Sarah’s routinely cutting AJ’s hair in the kitchen and Bucky is in the yard detangling netting and making Cass do their taxes – they got the laptop out there with them and everything – to get his mind off incoming standardized test results. Sam tells Sarah she and Bucky ought to go out for the night.

“You’re barely out of your jacket and offering to babysit? Sam, I swear to God, sometimes you’re even worse than I am.”

“Great,” says Sam, “so you can prove that point by takin’ time for yourself tonight.”

“Oh, you ass,” she says, around the pick comb in her mouth. 

Despite her brother’s tired eyes and the fading bruise on his jaw, Sarah’s bluster is neatly sidestepped: Sam’s changed out of his travel clothes, actually, and even has a nice fancy coffee sitting in front of him, half-drunk, and finally, well, ain’t Cass and AJ whole teenagers now. So he isn’t babysitting, he’s spending quality time with his nephews.

“C’mon, Sarah, when do you get the time to really go out? Indulge in a little romance?”

She misses the significant look shared by uncle and nephew while rooting around for the right pair of clippers. “How me and James keep the romance alive is none of your business, Samuel Thomas.”

“Ew, momma,” says AJ, almost perfunctory, while Sam continues wheedling, even pulls out his trump card:

“I bet Buck’s been dying to go dancing. Tell me he hasn’t been talking about it.”

Well. Here Sarah pauses. 

“I hate that y’all are friends,” is what she decides on.

“Friends who talk,” Sam agrees gravely. “Regularly. About you, even.”

“You do not.”

Sam only sips his coffee and looks infuriating about it. 

So, when Bucky comes inside – netting successfully detangled, Cass somewhat less successfully soothed – they make plans. Sam is going to hang out with the kids, finally able to put into motion his poorly-kept secret promise of a Fast and Furious movie marathon. And she and Bucky are going to go out, all the way to New Orleans, to check out the new jazz club Sheira’s friend Princey’s been raving about. They have an eight p.m. reservation. Sarah, who’s spent the last few weeks feeling a little bit overwhelmed by life, is excited.

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[fandolion]

Incredible artist Julia Stoess makes these giant 100:1 insect models, I have never seen something more beautiful !

Definition of mastering your craft, they are PERFECT

[stargirl230]

thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

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[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[ohposhers]

troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway

[babydolllblogger]

esoteric girl autumn ୨୧˚.⁺˖ ࣪⊹

[1captainjordan4]

Horsegirl bdubs getting on his horse (real!!)

[maggins]

so bc of that post i went back to see if there was anything else of interest in the scene in WaD where raine runs through the castle and

“i gave up my palisman for you”

my longest Yikes ever 🙃🙃🙃

[mikichko]

just waking up delirious from a nap but cant get rid of the idea of price being interrogated by your friends.

night after your housewarming party, he steps out of your room bare chested and sweatpants low on his hips and finds your friends waiting for him.

they’ve never seen or heard of this man before. you only introduced him last night as john. the only indication of anything between the two of you was a constant point of contact between you two all night.

the questions start right away. name, age, occupation, how you met, what his intentions are. it’s all very entertaining to him, being on the other side of an incredibly juvenile interrogation attempt.

he takes it in stride though, not faltering for a moment as he starts to make himself a cup of coffee. price. ignores the age question, honestly kids these days lack decency and decorum. government worker. met at a bar. just trying to be a good man.

they don’t miss the way he doesn’t fumble through your kitchen. instead, moving through it with precision, knowing where every single item is.

and then finally, “what are you to them?” asked by the one in the back with curls, broad shoulders, and anger in his eyes that warms price all throughout. he doesn’t know he’s already lost.

he takes a sip of his coffee, mulling over the question and the last few months. shared drinks in the dark corner of an already shady pub. carrying your groceries in after you nearly tripped over yourself walking out of the store. books traded back and forth on park benches adorning a pond. stories repeated over a hot plate of dinner, the warmth softening john just a little more. your nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, his mouth peppering kisses against your neck and mouthing words he can’t say out loud just yet.

he smiles against the rim of the cup, taking another swig.

“i’m, their caretaker.”

part 2 ?

[ahhrenata]

kiss kiss

[philtstone]

last line game

my belovedestest @firstelevens tagged me so here is the last line i wrote from the wip fic chapter thats been beating me up in a back alley dumpster for the last 2 weeks

He raises his eyebrows, both of them. “Don’t think we’d make good time for that unless we took my bike, honey.”

tagging @birdhapley @foolgobi65 @rebellconquerer and @flyinghome-againstthewind if any of them so desire

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Normal boy spotted.

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[amielot]

Sweet Tooth

I was joking on discord about Hob turning back around and Dream is just ugly crying into his pie.

so here's a very self indulgent bonus drawing.

[notsoheterosapien]

OKAY GUYS RANBOO JOINED THE SYNDICATE BECAUSE HE WANTED TO PROTECT HIS HUSBAND EVERYONE THATS SO COOL IM GONNA GO CRY NOW 👍👍👍👍

[zu-is-here]

he tried :(

[juniper-clan]

Moon 17: Life Is But A Dream

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