#new partners

[atths--twice]

Saw this on Twitter and had to write a little something. ❤️

Their car began to overheat at mile marker 203, barely making it to the service station.

He sighed as he took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves while she called for another rental car.

“They said about thirty minutes,” she told him, hanging up as she joined him.

“Great,” he said with another sigh. “It’s blazing out, no wonder the car overheated.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, fanning herself and looking around. “Least we made it here and we’re not stuck on the side of the road.”

“Hmm,’” he hummed, as he also looked around. “Look at that.” He pointed to a dirt field with bases laid out to create a small baseball diamond. “Come on.”

“But the car…”

“Thirty minutes you said,” he told her, grinning as he started to walk toward the field. “We got time.”

She nodded, taking his offered hand to step over the path of half tires that had been set up as a barrier between the parking lot and the loose gravel walkway. He squeezed it as he let go and they continued to the field.

“Man,” he said, shaking his head as he looked at the dirty and stained up bases. “This takes me back.”

“You play a lot as a kid?” she asked, looking around with a small smile.

“Not really on a team as my folks couldn’t afford it, but neighborhood pick up games? Hell yeah.”

He spied a ball in the grass at the edge of the dirt lot and he smiled. Picking it up, he stared at it and then smelled it, his eyes closing. God, it smelled like summer and bologna sandwiches, warm sunshine and the tired feeling you got from riding your bike from morning till night.

It smelled like childhood.

“You ever play baseball as a kid?” he asked, smelling it again.

“Yeah,” she said with a small nod. “I was a pretty fast runner.”

“Smell that,” he said, holding the ball out to her. “What does it make you think of?”

She took a small sniff and hummed.

“Running through sprinklers. Eating sticky, melting popsicles. Riding my bike through the neighborhood and stopping by people’s houses without calling ahead.”

“Exactly. Like childhood,” he said with a grin and she nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Wanna have a catch?” he asked, popping the ball off of his forearm and catching it in his hands.

She stared at him and then looked down at her attire. He anticipated hearing a no and was taken by surprise when she nodded as she began to unbutton her blazer.

“Let’s see what you got,” she said, dropping her blazer outside the diamond without a care that it would get dirty. He grinned and stepped toward the pitcher's mound, rolling the ball around in his hand.

She stood at home plate, awaiting his throw. When he let it go, she caught it easily, tossing it right back to him. She smiled and he smiled back, throwing the ball once again.

By the time the replacement rental car pulled into the station, they were both hot and sweaty, but smiling from ear to ear. He tossed the ball up one more time as she collected her blazer.

“Thanks,” he whispered, setting it onto the middle of home plate and walking over to join her.

Their luggage and other personal items transferred to the new car, they got in and turned the air conditioning up to high.

Leaving the rental agent behind to figure out what to do with the broken car, they waved and made their way to the driveway of the parking lot.

They both glanced at the empty lot just as a group of kids rode up on their bikes. All of them dropped their bikes, shouting and laughing as they took out baseball bats and more balls from backpacks or even pockets. Two teams were quickly formed and they began a game, the ball making contact with the bat with a loud crack! and then cheering.

“Nothing replaces that feeling,” he said softly, turning on his blinker to turn left and leave the dirt lot in the rearview mirror.

She covered his hand with hers briefly and he smiled as he nodded.

Well, almost nothing, he thought, glancing at this new partner of his, wondering when it would be a good time to tell her he was falling head over heels for her.

“Let’s find a place to eat,” she said, turning the vent to blow the cool air more directly onto her. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” he agreed, smiling with a nod, the memory of her happy laughter, as he ran the bases with his hands over his head in mock celebration, echoing in his head. “How about burgers and shakes?”

“Yes!” she agreed. “Something chocolate and deliciously cold.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said, stepping on the gas as her laughter rang out once again.

[moonybeam]

Searching for roleplays

I'm searching for some new rps, especially the following fandoms:

School Spirits -If we are doubling up to play each other's love intrests, Mine will be Wally though we may be able to work something out if he is your only love interest too, i do prefer our rps to take place in the same universe so i do not wish to set both sides in different time lines. if you ware just looking for oc or muse interactions do not worry about that part. with My OC i'd like to play around with the idea that she can see ghosts due to being resuscitated, her gramdmother used to say that lifted the vail between life and death

Gilmore girls -If we double up my love interest will be jess, once again just like above if you don't have another love interest we may be able to work something out, I adore rping in stars hollow so i prefer to do the Chilton years then we can move up to the yale years if you want I understand that some love interests don't come in until Yale, and I'm more then okay with altering that so that those characters can go to Chilton. if you ware just looking for oc or muse interactions do not worry about that part My OC is Rory's cousin I have watched all seasons

[hybrid-royalty-main]

I have so many drafts again?? I'm going to work on some of them this evening... we'll see

Comment if we're mutuals and you want a starter, specify my muse and yours if you're a multi - only if we don't have anything already going please!

*so many drafts = like 15 ish, I'm not rocking crazy numbers here

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[customsday]

His Majesty's Customs Is Observing 2024 Customs Week.

His Majesty’s Customs is observing its 2024 Customs Week from January 21 to 27. The week of activities commenced with a church service at the St. Georges Anglican Church in Road Town on January 21. Throughout the week, various social events will take place to honor and appreciate the dedication of the hardworking officers who have contributed tirelessly throughout the year of 2023 and those that have retired within that time. International Customs Day will also be recognised on Friday, January 26th under the theme, "Customs Engaging Traditional and New Partners with Purpose”.

His Majesty’s Customs staff thanks Financial Secretary, Mr. Jeremiah Frett and his team at the Ministry of Finance for their invaluable support in making their yearly celebration possible.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i thought i was at my lowest but holy shit it gets lower

[gleafer]

*reads news*

THIS IS FINE. I’M NOT PANICKING. THEY DIDN’T WAIT TOO LONG TO DO THIS. WE’RE FIIIIIIIIIIIINE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAdrinkpunchcry

Sweet GEEBUZ, I need a distraction!

Have Muchas Smooches⬇️

[foullittleberry]

Normalizing loving plurality. Not even your own.

Normalize treating new potential headmates in other systems like a default positive until otherwise. Normalize hearing "I think there's a new guy in here" and saying "Wow! Do you wanna talk to them?" instead of "Oh, no :(" And, of course, normalize treating new headmates who front out of nowhere with no idea where they are with kindness, patience, and understanding. Normalize being a rock they can stand on while they get their footing.

Normalize being frustrated you can't physically hold all your friends in a separate system the way you might hold a non-plural friend group. Normalize adoring your friend's headmates. Normalize being happy for them when they talk about their plurality.

Normalize loving plurality.

[whilomm]

i like to think that the tentacles in dungeon meshi are kinda like mushrooms or perhaps even lichens in that they are very confusing to identifty and have 200 completely different species that look very similar ("delicious brown tentacle vs BROWN DEATH TENDRIL") and you need to be an Expert to determine the difference between some of the more confusing species and some of them have like 300 different sexes and some of them are actually composite creatures composed of several different species and somehow yeast is involved and also no one really knows half of whats going on with them and in like 50 years someones gonna figure out that uhm actually these are two completely different types of tentacle creatures that arent related like at All they jusf happen to look similar and oh btw that one common house mold is actually a tentacle

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[atths--twice]

Saw this posted the other day on Twitter and some prompts were given to me as a result. Thank you to everyone who sent them my way. ❤️

State of Undress

“First time Scully sees Mulder shirtless.”

In her workout clothes, a to-go coffee cup in each hand, along with a bag of breakfast sandwiches, Scully lightly kicked Mulder’s motel room door, waiting for him to open it. She looked around, the early morning light shining steadily behind her.

The door opened and she looked back, finding a sleepy eyed Mulder.

A sleepy eyed, shirtless Mulder to be precise.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing his face, opening the door wider to let her inside.

“Uh…” she said, unable to take her eyes off his chest. “I… I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a run and stopped for breakfast and coffee.”

She licked her lips, trying to stop the thoughts of how soft his skin would feel if she were to touch him. How his abdominal muscles would tense under the featherlight graze of her fingertips.

“I thought I was the one with insomnia,” he teased as he yawned, scratching his chest lightly and she swallowed hard. “Come in. I’ll be out in a minute after I use the bathroom.”

She followed him inside and closed the door as she watched him walk into the bathroom, grabbing a shirt along the way. Setting the coffees down onto his table, she remained standing, her body tense with the thoughts in her head.

“He’s your partner, Dana,” she murmured to herself. “He’s your partner.”

The bathroom door opened a few moments later and he grinned as he came out, drying his hands and tossing the towel onto the dresser.

“Let’s see what we got here,” he said, opening the bag and taking out a sandwich. “Mmm, smells delicious. Have a seat. Let’s eat.” He grinned at her and she smiled back as she sat beside him, both sorry and relieved that he had gotten dressed.

But she still thought about him shirtless as they ate their breakfast and discussed the case, knowing she should stop, but unable to do so.

[sensitiveheartless]

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[honeyandsalted]

When you accidentally call your mom’s new girlfriend “mother”

(Shitpost inspired by the character dynamics in my own fanfic lol)

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)