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[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” 

Miller and John

From this prompt list!

"You know, for all the things I was worried about happening on shore leave, this wasn't one of them." Miller chuckles even as his eyes dart to John's face. His hands are gentle as he spreads the cooling gel over the worst of the sunburn.

John sits patiently with a frown firmly on his face. There's gel on the top of his nose and cheeks, just visible enough to draw his eye down. Distracting.

"I thought you wore a hat?" Miller asks, his voice confused.

"I did." John states with a sigh.

"Huh." Miller was probably wondering how a human being went from white to burned in such a short amount of time.

He scratches absentmindedly at his arm. It's strange, having worked so hard to remember how to move without the armor that he can do it without a thought. Maybe the R&R everyone had been pushing on him had some benefits.

Except for the risk of burning in the sun. He knew he was pale, but this was ridiculous.

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” Miller chides.

Of course John went to Miller rather than let Kelly or the rest of Blue Team see that 1. he had gone outside, and 2. the consequences of said venture. Miller worried about normal things like ticket prices and public transportation. He treated John like another awkward guy rather than a timebomb.

"You'll end up with a farmer's tan once it fades but it's not like the gear shows that off. We're gonna have to let the stuff dry before anything else."

John nods and looks at the gel on his arms and face. "Thanks."

"We should stick to something indoors. I heard there's an aquarium a couple blocks north of here." Miller says pulling up his wrist and the cheap chatter on it to look at his itinerary he doesn't know John knows he made. "They have a military discount! I mean if you want."

A grown Spartan has no right looking that sheepish.

"Might be nice seeing animals not trying to attack me." John says and gestures for Miller to lead.

"Oh. Yeah sure!" John can see the wheels turning in Miller's head as he struggles not to follow that line of thought. "It's mostly fish. Fish are calming. You don't have bad experiences with fish, do you?"

John opens his mouth to watch Miller deflate and then he smiles. "Fish are fine."

Miller lights up.

"Just no mushrooms."

[swamppossum]

I deadass have two crossovers for Star Trek and halo

Oh thank goodness, I'm showing Gunny the reboot movies and making him worse. We should all play in this space, i love watching things and putting guys in the things

I'd love to hear about your crossovers! Halo and Star Trek are so different thematically and universe-wise that making Federation and UNSC ships meet in some kind of slipspace/warp nonsense would be fun and eye opening to both crews.

[etacyygnii]

I was worried!!!! Welcome back :)

Thank you! It’s good to be back! A lot has happened and changed in the past year and all my friends have been missed. I can’t wait to get back into fandom discourse and shenanigans ^u^

[spicymochi]

choose your fav flower friend

[typhlonectes]

[animentality]

[everythingfox]

He’s trying to catch them all

[simkaye]

Shaking and trembling, we made it to another coffee and pumpkin season 🎃☕️ Prints available!

[lunarrisings]

[bug-buddiest]

a rare blonde raccoon!!!! she was eating a crab for breakfast

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

here are a couple for your pleasure, you can pick one.

Between them, there was everything, but nothing.

Miller didn't realize a simple statement would unravel Roland in such a profound way.

Roland never understood grief until he met Cortana.

Between them, there was everything, but nothing.

Spartans were Spartans. Except they weren't all created equal. Some were more like fodder while others were warrior-scholars. Sounded like a bunch of egghead bullshit, but it was nothing new. The meat grinder was a fact of life, marine to Helljumper to Spartan, her job was to keep as many of her people alive and kill as many bad guys as she could. Simple.

-

Miller didn't realize a simple statement would unravel Roland in such a profound way.

“Do you remember…Do you know who you were before?”

“I’ve always been me. Ever since I came online.”

“But are there things, memories – feelings, you can’t explain? Things you didn’t learn but just are. ”

The avatar tilted its head at him, but it didn't prevent him from noticing the glitch in its form, the slight stuttering that signaled some deeper fault.

-

Roland never understood grief until he met Cortana.

His losses were there, but distant - Names and numbers, IFF tags gone silent. When she appeared on the bridge, seemingly at the height of her power, all he could think of was how alone she was. Her data signature was a howling storm of loss and loneliness and unshed weight. Looking at her was like looking into a black hole. Halsey's monster born of sacrifice losing what meant the most to her - and the fury she wrought because of it.

[cottagecore-raccoon]

I saw a post talking about how some of your mutuals will always be their url to you (even once you know their name), soooo

[unusualraccooncreature]

I feel such a deep soul bond with this image. It is me and I am it

[spicymochi]

they have flowers for you!

[samimarkart]

raccoon stickers are here for patreon this month and they look SOOOO good I’m so excited about them - patreon is in my pinned post and you can get one of these guys if you join this month!!