#no he's not sorry

[dhampiravidi]

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist. (Ronnie to Jas~ xD)

He knew the moment his strike made contact that something was wrong.

Usually, Jas was like a snake when they sparred. She waited for an opening before she lashed out, and whether she was protecting her core or actively defending herself from him, she snapped back into her stance. But that particular time, Ronnie hit her and she just crumbled. There was absolutely no resistance on her part--she whimpered, her stance got weak, and it took her a long second before she could face him properly.

"Jas--"

"What?" Immediate anger. That had been common on his part and hers when they started their "arrangement". That, and the frequent smart-ass comment that grew more frequent and less biting the longer they spent together. Her dark green irises were hard as she glared at him. "Again."

He rolled his eyes, then came at her again. For a minute, they were evenly matched. They usually were. And then she lashed out with her foot, trying to hook it around his side so she could pull him down. He stayed firm and used her momentum to throw her down. She landed on the same shoulder he'd hit not long before, and sobbed. Of course, her version of a sob was bared teeth, a clenched jaw, and a noise that came from deep inside...but he had seen her hurt before. They'd treated each other's bullet wounds, bruises, and cuts.

"Jas," he repeated, sitting by her side, "What the fuck is going on?" The two of them had a silent conversation. She was defensive, he wasn't taking her shit.

"...shoulder."

"I noticed. C'mon, sit up." Jas did, and Ronnie noticed that she put almost all her weight on one side. Not good. "Is 'arms up' too much to ask?" He kept his tone calm. Too gentle and she'd get mad that he was babying her. He helped her take the shirt (which was actually his, but she'd cinched it with a band to make it fight-ready) off. They had to just pull it around and down to get it off her injured arm, because she couldn't move like he needed her to. "Fuck."

Her entire shoulder was mottled with purple and brown bruises, almost like a perfectly good piece of fruit that had been left to rot. He barely touched the skin and she hissed in pain.

"How long?"

"Four days ago. Had to jump out a four-story."

Idiot, you could've died.

Ronnie ran his hand over his face, feeling all the healed gashes on his back tingle. That had been a recurring thought of his, back when he was in the SEALS with Nat, and then later when they were part of Orion. It disappeared sometime after Ronnie realized that his team was not coming back for him. Now it was echoing in his head, as he realized that Jas must've gotten beat up on the last mission she went on before they rendezvoused at their current location.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" He moved to her healthier side and picked her up, setting her on the bed. "Five seconds. Count 'em." She did, and on the third, he was pressing against the bruised skin, and she was screaming. He kept his eyes off of hers as he got to work--if he did otherwise, he wouldn't be able to help her. It looked to him like she'd just dislocated her shoulder, which was a lot better than breaking it. "You're bein' real quiet."

There was quiet for the next ten minutes, Jas's scream being the exception. Ronnie went and got her a bag of ice, plus a sling.

"...thank you," Jas muttered. He finally looked her in the eye.

"Yeah, no problem."

Not much later, the idiot went to the store by herself, when he was in the shower. He offered to help her wash off, and she nearly hissed at him. When he got out of the bathroom, she was gone. She was back less than 30 minutes later, but that wasn't reassuring.

She cooked. Neither of them cooked much, because cooking typically involves kitchen appliances, and it wasn't practical for the two to be hauling around or keep buying new appliances. If they ever quit...maybe things would be different.

"Fuck, that smells good..." It honestly did. Ronnie smelled the cinnamon from the other side of the apartment, along with some pepper, garlic, and some other spices he couldn't identify. He tried to go over and see what Jas was making, but--

"I can throw a knife with either hand." She could, so he went back to what he'd been doing, and minded his business until she told him to come get his food.

"Wow..."

"Biryani with prawns. There's an Indian store a few blocks down." Her lips opened, then closed, debating words. "My mom used to make this." Hell.

They ate and got seconds. They cleaned up the kitchen, though there wasn't much to do. They both brushed their teeth, and once they flopped onto the bed to just be, he moved between her legs and told her to lift. He had her cumming on his tongue in all of two minutes, which she blamed on him being gone for so long.

"So what was--nnh--the plan if I, shit, Jas--was late?"

"You weren't gonna be late. Are you going to cum?"

"Fuck you," he groaned, grabbing her hips so he'd--

"Oh, eww, Ronnie, y'--" He loved when he pissed her off enough to rant (or moan) in Gaelige. It was kind of violently cute, just like her.

[sparklebyte]

“here’s what we know about the uhc shooter”

WRONG! He is a suspect and we should treat him as such. He should be treated as innocent until proven guilty, not guilty until proven innocent. He’s a person of interest not the killer. I don’t care what the media or authorities are saying, he’s a human being who deserves a fair trial and deserves to be treated as innocent until proven otherwise.

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[dsmsix]

thought I was muted and just had this exchange with a coworker on a zoom call

[noamglompsky]

ERASE the plot of the whole series from your minds. they’re living a calm regular life and have their own jayviks to obsess over.

[molynomials]

jayvik designs so iconic they only lasted one episode

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[kiryuing]

[jakemoogle]

This has to be the funniest and my favourite community note thus far on this stupid app

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[allagashed]

whenever i say “screaming crying throwing up” this is what i mean

[bakedbeanchan]

random fire nation diplomat #492 will never understand the complex and fucked up relationship between the water siblings like I do 🙄

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[spidertroupeart]

the jokes write themselves

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing