#mending fence

[sthrnboot12]

Real mother-fucking Cowboy

Giddy up !

[breelandwalker]

Hey. Hey. Me. You're doing that thing again. That thing we agreed you weren't going to do.

(am not)

Bullshit, you haven't taken a day off in three weeks except when you collapsed for sixteen hours after the festival. What did we say about overcommitting?

(.....capitalism is a poison, but money can be exchanged for goods and services?)

You're flagged, go hydrate and take a nap.

(but....day job. and family visiting.)

....You're taking tomorrow night off.

[alphabetatoes]

trent crimm watching the cctv footage of nate knowing he’s about to write the most damning, juicy chapter on it in the richmond book

[blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda]

i think they should release the extended version of every scene where louis is either sucking blood or getting his blood sucked. sam said those scenes were very long. i would like to see it.

[witch-of-fanart]

Ace Tries Mending Fences Cover page!

Finally made a cover page before posting the story! yay!

The next story coming soon will be Ace trying to make things right with Buttercup and goes about it with various methods.

[velvet-dusk]

echo - outtake

(This little scene is an outtake from a fic I'm working on polishing. It didn't fit, because the flow of the conversation meandered pretty far from the way I needed the scene to go, and eventually I cut this section entirely and replaced it with one that worked better. But I liked it enough to want to share it, even though it's short enough that I'm probably not going to post it on AO3. Shadowbringers spoilers.)

Once it had become clear that G’raha had fumbled and was continuing to fumble his summoning spell, he had told himself sternly that the Scions were not his friends. Not because he had any reason to dislike them—far from it!—but because he knew them far better than they knew him, and moreover he had stolen them from their rightful lives. No matter how useful their skills, no matter how generously they offer their help, the fact remains that he had done each and every one of them a painful disservice by bringing them to the First.

After their return from the ruins of Amaurot, though—after the second return of the night—G’raha is startled to realize that the Scions of the Seventh Dawn seem to regard him as… a friend?

“Of course we do,” says Thancred matter-of-factly, as the two of them examine one of the Crystarium’s shield generator nodes. Thancred may be no mage, but the generators are also partially mechanical, and with the Facet of Forging staff busy working on some project they refuse to tell G’raha about, he’s the next best choice for repairing fiddly machinery in the entire city. “Our inauspicious arrivals aside—” G’raha winces. “—you were doing what you needed to in order to defend the people under your care. We all understand that. Indeed, we all respect that.”

“I’m surprised to hear you dismiss your arrival so quickly,” says G’raha.

“Me, of all people?” asks Thancred with a shrewd sidelong glance, and G’raha’s ears go flat with embarrassment. “I won’t pretend it was an easy thing to get over. But, well, I like to think that all of us, I’m on the more pragmatic side of things. It was the right choice, and that’s what matters in the end. Wrench, please.”

G’raha hands over the wrench. “Knowing that someone is in the right and thinking fondly of them for it are two different things.”

“They are,” Thancred agrees, and smacks something in the generator’s guts with the head of the wrench. G’raha yelps in protest, but then the generator buzzes to life, and Thancred grins and tosses the wrench back. G’raha fumbles the catch and has to duck down to pick it up. “But the first can lead to the second. And luckily for you, it has. Though, if I may offer a word of advice?”

“Of course,” says G’raha, slotting the wrench back into its rightful place in the toolkit. 

“Y’shtola in particular dislikes feeling like a piece on the chessboard rather than a player. If, in the future, you ever come up with a scheme that you think might involve her, ask her for assistance in the planning stage and not a moment later, even if you think she won’t be interested, or won’t be able to help. She may have forgiven you for this one, but she’s better at holding grudges than I am.” Said with a playful wink, it would be easy to dismiss as a joke. But G’raha can tell that it’s a real warning—and, also, a real invitation, to be a part of the group and its various social dynamics, rather than an outsider looking in.

“I shall,” says G’raha, with sincere gratitude.

[nicollekidman]

favorite moment from the finale has to be ken conducting and fully committing to the “meal fit for a king” song with shiv’s absentminded softer accompaniment off screen like 😭😭😭😭😭

[anewkindofme]

I would have died I would have loved you all my life

[blackjackkent]

Rakha makes her second visit to the forge after everyone else has settled in camp. She trudges back an hour or so later with a large item wrapped in her cape under her arm.

She's aware that both Wyll and Lae'zel have sat up, watching for her return; normally she goes to the fire and sits by herself until Wyll joins her, but this time she pivots towards Lae'zel's tent and comes to a halt in front of it.

Lae'zel looks up at her with narrowed eyes. "Is our business here finished, then?"

"Yes," Rakha says. "There was one more piece of mithril to be used." She unwraps her cloak from around the metal under her arm and lets it fall onto the animal skin cushion next to the tent. It hits the material with a soft, metallic thump. "For you. If you want it."

Lae'zel looks down curiously. The forge has crafted the raw mithril ore into a piece of armor - heavy and solid, much more so even than her own githyanki half-plate. It glints in the firelight with a pale green underlight. "For me?"

She sounds doubtful, and no wonder - the first piece of mithril they found became a shield for Wyll, and given the current state of things in camp, it certainly read like a deliberate statement.

Rakha hesitates. "A... peace offering," she says slowly after a short pause. "We have been... at odds."

"Yes." Lae'zel's nostrils flare with a sudden sharp breath inward. "I... did not expect this," she says honestly.

"I know." It's not really fair to be disappointed that Lae'zel isn't as effusive in her thanks as Shadowheart was for her gift, but nevertheless Rakha feels an odd flicker of disappointment. "I thought you might find use of it."

Lae'zel frowns and leans down to pick up the armor, running her fingers over the grooved inlays that texture the metal. "Yes," she agrees again after a while. "It is a fine piece. And I will wear it with--" She trails off abruptly and seems to consider a moment before finishing the sentence. "With honor," she finally says.

Rakha relaxes slightly. Silence stretches heavily between them as Lae'zel fidgets with the armor's fastenings, testing its weight. "I have hurt you," Rakha adds abruptly. "I did not mean to."

Lae'zel sighs softly. "And I did not mean to mislead you, in bringing you to the creche. So we have each had cause for anger." Her lips twitch in a flash of muted humor. "And yet we have not come to blows - what more could be asked?"

Rakha breathes out heavily in a silent almost-laugh, but her eyes remain serious. "I would rather we be on good terms," she says quietly. "You have taught me much."

Lae'zel snorts. "Chk. What have I to teach? Even the things I thought I knew have proven false."

"I thought the same at first, in anger," Rakha says gravely. "But I find I return to your advice every day. At each moment of crisis, I think of your words."

Lae'zel's eyes flick up from the armor and she looks legitimately startled. Then her gaze narrows, examining Rakha's face intently, looking for a sign of falsehood or mockery. But Rakha's expression is as steady as ever, oddly sincere in its guileless intensity. "You speak truly," she says after a little while, and it isn't a question so much as an expression of surprise.

"Yes."

"Well." Lae'zel considers this for a moment, then sets the armor carefully down next to her pack, ready for the next morning's use. "Then I have served some purpose yet. And you..." She trails off into silence and thinks over her words carefully before going on. "You were an ally at a moment when I needed one most. And will continue to be, as long as we both breathe."

Rakha actually does smile, very slightly. "Good."

[multifandumbmeg]

Mini fic about JJ and Mike Carrera's Relationship? More Likely than you'd think

*casually slides AO3 link for mini fic I started writing before the current long fic* It's only six chapters and it's completed please put it in your mouth.

Summary: Five months after finding El Dorado, JJ struggles to fit into Kiara's family. Though much of the misunderstandings have been resolved, Mike is hesitant to let go of his prejudice toward JJ. This is the story of how learn to set aside their differences and become close. ******************************************************************* “Wait. Wait a minute, please. I’m not here to fight, I swear. I just need to talk to JJ.” “He’s had enough for tonight. Leave him alone.” Against his better judgement, JJ carefully got out of bed. It was something in Mike’s voice. An emotion he’d never heard before. “Please, just let me speak to him. I need to-“ He quietly stepped out of his room. “JJ,” John B breathed. He ran a hand through is disheveled hair and sighed. “Let him in.”

[elitehoe]

How the fuck can I enjoy the rest of my week when they do this??

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"It's exhausting," Doreen confessed with a little frown, as she took a sip of punch and brushed an loose, dark lock of hair out of her face. "I hate to say it, but...after a while, they all just sort of...blur together, I admit."

Most of these suitors were perfectly nice, perfectly pleasant fellows, but even if she wasn't already in a committed (albeit secret) relationship with Edward, she couldn't see herself falling for any of them. She could perhaps see them being friends, casually dancing and having drinks and the like, but being romantically involved? No, she just couldn't see it. She felt nothing towards these men other than a polite indifference that would never evolve beyond anything platonic.

And then there were the smarmy ones, the overly cocky, overly smug ones that left her struggling not to roll her eyes as they rattled off their accomplishments, as if any one of them would make her swoon, so taken by their arrogance that she'd fall into their arms...ridiculous. She feigned politeness, of course, but it could be a challenge, especially when they all kept on coming-sometimes she wondered where her parents found all these nits, honestly.

"So needless to say, it's very nice to...get away from it all, at least for a little while," she sighed, as she leaned against Edward's shoulder with a small smile. "It'd be nice to get away a little longer, though...perhaps a vacation is in order, one of these days. A very, very long vacation..."

Perhaps a permanent one... she found herself thinking, as Edward took her hand to press a loving kiss to her knuckle, making her smile coyly, replaying their conversation from earlier, just before she was taken aside by the de Clair's. I hear California is quite lovely year-round...

[tbcanary]

thinking about jason and dick. thinking about how when jason was robin, dick was too hurt and angry at bruce to really be there for jason as a mentor and older brother. thinking about how dick is with tim, how he very clearly wants to take him in as a younger brother and show him the ropes, and how he and jason could have gotten there, too, if they had more time to figure it out.

[witch-of-fanart]

Ace Tries Mending Fences page 51-53

Dinner is done but now they are too full so what is Ace planning now?

[guttersniper]

mutt's the perfect candidate for weird itinerant young man you offer the extra bed in the stable to in exchange for a farmhand. btw.

[sonnykissed]

Still gagged that pat almost quit wwe because he and Michael Cole got into it and now years later they are best friends