#rescue distance

[hoodiehorizon]

I have an idea 👉👈

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[novelconcepts]

I’m so torn, because part of me wants Tai and Van to remain an unhealthily-bonded force to be reckoned with the entire time they’re in the wilderness. I want them to repress all the shit they’re not talking about, hide it all under physical contact and standing shoulder to shoulder against the world. I want them to pretend they’re fine, trick themselves into thinking it’s working as the weather grows warmer and the society they’ve built steadies. I want them to believe their love can outshine their toxic habits.

But the other part of me keeps thinking how DELICIOUS a messy gay breakup in the woods where they both still love and crave one another would be. Think of the yearning. Think of the sexual tension. Think of how intense it would be for them to go head to head at last, Believer vs. Skeptic, and how wild the inevitable crash would shake out. They can’t escape each other. They still need each other to survive. Van’s not gonna let Taissa sleepwalk alone and Taissa’s not gonna want to let Van go full Lottie without supervision. Think of how fucking taaaaasty that dynamic becomes when they both let themselves actually FEEL what their relationship lacks. Liv and Jasmin would fucking kill it and us and I kind of want it.

[sealrock]

decembhyur, day 6: memory

you're gonna go far, kid.

[bumblingbabooshka]

T'Pel gets a pet while Tuvok's in the delta quadrant to help deal with his loss and after he gets back there's a mutual big show of not liking one another but after like a month she's his little buddy.

[oncillaphoenix]

extremely tempted to sketch out designs for a bunch of Team Plasma grunts for the Driftveil safehouse

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by the lovely @adelaidedrubman 💕

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Writing has been a bit slow lately so I don’t have much apart from this lil snippet of my brainrot couple talking about slightly unhealthy codependency and making up after a fight. ya know, romantic stuff 🥺

“You didn’t come to bed.” Bix tried to hide it, but she sounded hurt.

“You asked for time,” Imogen replied pointedly. 

The mechanic sighed as she stared down at the floor and shook her head. “I didn’t mean the whole night, I’m sorry.”

“You should not apologize.” 

“I want to,” Bix insisted as she stepped closer to where Imogen sat on the cot. Her fingers twitched in a subtle fidget at her sides. “What you said earlier –” 

“Was careless.” 

She nodded. “But I know you didn’t mean it that way. I’ve been thinking about it and you’re not entirely wrong. Well, you are when it comes to Cassian, but about gratitude...” Bix’s shoulders lifted as she took in a deep breath, her gaze shifting over the interior of the ship that she knew as intimately as her own home back on Ferrix. “I’ve always wanted to be near you, but after what you did for me, it feels less like a want and more like a need. I don’t know, but I start to lose my mind a little bit when you’re gone. Even when I was upset with you.”

Imogen took a quiet moment to contemplate the confession. She understood Bix’s words because she had seen the evidence. All that she missed was the true extent of her suspicion. But before Imogen allowed her emotions to settle, she offered one single question. “Does that bother you?”

“No,” Bix answered confidently and closed the distance between them. She reached out and took a strand of Imogen’s hair between her fingers. “Does it bother you?”

It should, her thoughts responded immediately without voicing it. Imogen recognized this attachment had grown to an intensity Bix did not have full control over. And yet, to be needed and loved by her was all Imogen truly desired. Could her devotion still be pure? Did it matter? It certainly did not feel like it did when her beloved gazed down at her with a mixture of adoration and concern. She knew she could still be whatever Bix needed. 

“No,” Imogen said and accepted that for all it could possibly mean.

A small smile of relief brightened the mechanic’s features. “Good,” she said. She placed her hands on Imogen’s shoulders and pulled herself down onto the bounty hunter’s lap. “Because it doesn't change anything and I’m tired of arguing with people about loving you.”

Imogen’s arms automatically wrapped around Bix’s waist to keep her close. She grew weary of the discourse as well, but she did not wish to see Bix angry with those she held dear. “They argue because they care.”

“I know.” Bix leaned in until their foreheads touched, her hands coming up to rest against Imogen’s cheeks. “But they should see how you make me feel.”

Imogen felt her face flush with a warm grin at that. “You were right earlier.” 

“About what?”

Their lips brushed together. Chaste at first. More of an innocent expression of her fondness. Then Imogen tightened her grip around the woman in her embrace as she deepened the kiss. Many emotions were conveyed in the cadence she led. Her kiss was possessive as she nipped at Bix’s lower lip. It was passionate as the tip of her tongue greeted hers. It was desperate as clipped breaths escaped their lungs and tickled their skin. It was everything. 

Imogen finally pulled back, but only the smallest amount to utter her answer. “I would do anything for you.”

[final-bae-stination]

A Whole World Away (Bondi Rescue)

Pairing: Chase Hardaker X Girlfriend! Fem! OC

Tags: Falling In Love; Crushing; Long-Distance Relationship; Reuniting Together; Coming Home.

Requested: No.

Third Person POV

Chase had liked her from the start, and for a while, she liked him, too, but pretended not to. She was a surfer, so she was always in the water, catching waves. She was from Brazil, and she was fluent in English, Portuguese, and French. She could also say at least five swear words in Russian, which often made Chase laugh.

He met her on the surf. It was six in the morning, and he was scheduled at eight, so he figured he’d catch some waves first. She’d come paddling up beside him and smiled. “Pretty, isn’t it?” She asked, sitting on her board and watching the sunrise. “Yeah. I’m Chase,” He smiled. “Aline.” She smiled. “Nice to meet you.” “You as well.”

They kept talking, and Chase found himself doing sunrise/sunset surfing with her, just to spend more time with her. She was due to leave in a week, and it made him sad. She was beautiful, but lived a whole world away. They went to different parts of Sydney, Chase playing tour guide.

Now, the lifeguards saw this, clearly. They saw Chase mooning over this girl, totally infatuated with her, and her with him, after a while. At first, she thought it was cute that he liked her like that, but then she started falling as well. But they knew how easily Chase fell, and how easily he was hurt, and were a little worried, considering she was from Brazil. But they trusted Chase, because he was a kid. He was learning about heartbreak, and though it hurt to see, they knew it was a part of growing up. And then she’d left. 

Chase went to the airport with her, seeing her off. He’d been hanging out at the beach with the guys in the Tower, joking around and laughing, when Aline showed up, bags at her side, and Chase knew. “You’re leaving.” He said, and she nodded, not looking at him. The lifeguards shared looks, and Deano touched his arm. “Go see your girl off,” He said, and Chase went. Will and Luke Faddy went as support.

“I’m gonna miss you,” She whispered, standing in front of the gate. Chase smiled sadly. “Nah, I think I’ll miss you more, you know?” She laughed, and he pushed her hair behind her ear. “Chase?” She asked softly as her plane was called. “Yeah?” “Can I kiss you?” “Yeah.” And she did. They kissed for a long moment, and then she was gone with one final look. He didn’t go back to the beach after her plane had left. Will and Luke dropped him off, feeling sad, watching Chase slump inside before returning to work.

The others found him, after work, at his house, sitting on his couch. “Stupid, isn’t it?” He said when they walked in. “That I’m so depressed for a girl?” He shook his head. “No.” Jake said. “Your only problem is falling too hard too fast, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” “You love her, that’s understandable.” Whippet put in.

He was distant at work, Aline always on his mind, but never once failed at a rescue or a job, determined to not be so mopey over her. They still called each other.

She’d even asked if they could try being together, so they were dating, but long-distance. It was hard. They couldn’t see each other but over video chat, and he missed her terribly, because the only time he could really call her was his few days off and after work, at night, when she’d be. 

He didn’t expect her to come back, because she was still in college. But he was at work one day when Will came in amid the team, hiding a shit-eating grin. “I have something for you,” Will said to Chase, making everyone stare. And then Aline poked her head in. “Hi, Chase!” Chase leapt from his seat, nearly knocking it over, and hugged her, hearing her laugh. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He asked, bewildered. She shrugged. “I’m an official Aussie.” She grinned. “I figured I could finish my schooling here, because…because you were here.” She added softly. Chase blinked. “Really? That’s awesome!” He smiled, and caught a glimpse of Whippet grinning fondly at them. “Um…do you want to meet the others?” He asked softly, and she nodded, “I’d love to.” The team was pleased to meet her, and her and Lachie had become friends almost instantly because of their shared humor. But Chase was just glad his girlfriend was home. When the sun set, he turned to her. “Hey.” She turned, eyes curious. “We haven’t gone out there in a while.” She looked at the ocean, colored red from the sunset. She smiled. “C’mon.” They grabbed their boards, heading to the water, and just sat there, watching the sun sink. 

In the Tower, the team smiled, watching them.

“Hey.” Aline said. Chase turned, and she kissed him. It was perfect.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

just finished rick and morty season 2 and god. i wish season 3 was just summer going on romps to try and save her grandfather from space prison. intersected with sideplots of her grandfather being interrogated for info and giving a different backstory each time.

[traegics]

Closed starter - @fragmcntedsouls (Billie), @ofmoonlitmagic (Briggs)

If you asked him who he was his immediate response would most likely be a smartass answer, something to cover the fact that he truly had no clue who he was. He wasn't sure he ever did know who he was even from an early age. Life made no sense to him so he hardly saw a point in knowing who exactly he was. Every day was the same; wake up and fight just to survive. He was tired of fighting when all that ever came with fighting was loss. He'd lost his parents, he'd lost his girlfriend, his child, and now he'd lost Gertie. Death was inevitable and it felt like it followed him, taking everyone he cared about away and left him struggling to breath, struggling to pick up the shattered pieces of his heart in the wake every single time.

Darkness surrounded him but even the darkness was flawed; two single cracks allowing rays of light slowly seep into his life, pulling him from beneath the waves that tried to drown him. Briggs and Billie. Three souls intertwined by fate; staying together by choice. If he ever he was being swallowed by the darkness there were only two numbers he would call, even when he was pushing everyone else out. They were the ones that saved him every time, that were capable of understanding the way he felt.

A group text was sent out to the pair, a simple 911 before he had tossed his phone aside and resumed his blank stare at the ceiling above him, secluded in his room at his mother's. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he heard the front door opening and his mother welcoming someone from beyond his closed door before he eventually pushed himself up from his bed, suit from the gala still adorning his body. He hadn't a clue how many days had passed since then, night terrors leaving him unable to sleep as he pulled the bedroom door open the second their footsteps got close. "Hope one of y'all brought booze," Lucas jested playfully, an attempt at keep ing the air light. "'Fraid I'm all out."

[retro-system]

mario and yoshi being so softly and pathetically in love with their wives is so important to me

[blackcanary567]

Ronance as Batman and Catwoman but Nancy as Batman and Robin as Catwoman just for the sheer hilarity of their first meeting not remotely going how they thought it would.

Like, Robin’s heard all about the big, bad bat that took down the mob, foiled the Joker, fought Bane and has terrorised the criminal underworld. She’s seen hardened criminals shaking while telling her about their encounters with the vigilante, swearing it can’t be human. Nancy’s been tracking a number of robberies targeting the rich and corrupt, hearing stories of a woman who can break in, take what she wants and leave without anyone noticing, even highly trained security teams.

They finally meet when Nancy finds Robin stealing from someone she’s investigating. Robin’s expecting some huge, over six foot, burly man dressed as a bat, not this ball of angst and rage who’s top of the head only just reaches her eyes while in heavy boots (she later finds out about the red-headed spitfire sidekick in the red and green suit, and discovers Nancy’s identity after her annoying little brother and his friends come into the Batcave to convince her to let them drive the Batmobile). Meanwhile, Nancy thought the theft would be some graceful and sly master of her craft, but then Robin’s tripping over her own feet, talks at a mile a minute and has a terrible time understanding social cues (they go back to Robin’s apartment when they decide to team up, where she has her numerous cats all named after characters from noir movies and lives with her best friend who just so happens to be Nancy’s ex-boyfriend from high school.)

(This is definitely not an excuse for Robin is some cool catsuit with her patches and Nancy’s jawline à la Pattinson’s Batman. Or for Nancy to pin Robin to a table.)

[radicalposture]

got to rescue a seal today 😊

[winepresswrath]

I’m not at all in ofmd fandom but i gather events recently transpired and also there’s a healthy contingent of calico jack appreciators now. to which i say: good for you, i salute you, i’m sorry i missed you during my two weeks of poking around in that fandom, it is my most ardent wish that you flourish and propagate, remember to hydrate.

[greenteabtch]

Nick valentine i will chew glass for you

[thepastneverforgets]

i love joel miller, he's the ultimate zombie apocalypse dilf. but also, im a certified joel miller hater. number #1 in the love but hate joel miller fan club. like a disgruntled ex wife

[ephemeral-winter]

unrelated to anything but i’m reflecting on how my mom’s cousin is one of the coolest and dykiest women i’ve ever met but her wife is an unbelievably bland midwestern housewife named susan and i have so many questions