#shE'S BACK BAYBEE

[ashton-ryder]

Her voice was enough to make his scowl and sigh but he put on a stone wall greeting to Sada. Greeting was being modest considering it was just a silent, unamused look. He held back his tongue, hand gripping the shovel tightly watching her undo his work just for the literal kicks.

He refused to move and clean up her mess know it'll give her no better satisfaction. Fuck it, he exhaled and dropped the shovel aside, moving onto other work in the garden, keeping her movements in the corner of his gaze, just in case. "And why would you need something like that?" Hopefully not another body to hide. Ashton was not about to give Sada whatever she asks for.

"You missed a spot." Wrapped in a plush white sweater and looking as unimpressed as ever, Sada stepped over the place he'd just shovelled, knocking snow back onto the sidewalk as she moved around him. "Oops. Clumsy me."

Was it petty? Sure. But there was little for entertainment these days, and cabin fever was most definitely setting in far worse than she'd expected. Lucky for Ashton the idea of being locked in another dingy lower floor apartment was just enough to keep her from attempting to throw him off the edge. "Where would I find a spade shovel or something of the like?"

[mauricemetsfan]

maura u idiot

Huh? How did you get in my house?

[asteraws]

postcard my friends and i drew for our friend 🐙🦑 we pitched in to get her splat 3 and our squad is finally back together again after s2 WAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!

collab with @soranker and @tyuiot5tyu 💗🙈

[kuromi-hoemie]

aughggg (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) my manager's so cute. she's gonna come in to hang out w me when i go to her office after hours next week ♡⁠ she's trying to limit her exposure to other ppl rn but she'll come in to see lil ol meeee

[pasiphile]

OMG THE BAYBEE IS 1+ YEAR OLD NOW? CRAWLING??? WALKSIES????

WALKSIES!!

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

promptober day 1 & 2: soothe & wings

The sun is an offensive glimmer in the sky, casting sharp, lemony light down into the park. There’s a breeze, just enough to swirl the colorful fall leaves and scoot them along the grass. On the playground, kids bundled in sweaters are running around, calling to each other while nervous parents and babysitters caution them. 

And then there’s Dean, alone at one of the picnic tables, idly kicking leaves. He’s wrapped up in a flannel and his oversized leather jacket to ward off the chill while he traces his finger over a heart that got scratched into the table, surrounded by the initials “C” and “D.” For a brief moment he imagines that he could be a “D,” beloved enough by someone to believe it’s forever, but then remembers that would never happen. 

Not even his own family wants him–at the moment, he’s being stood up by his father. 

A few weeks ago, they’d been hunting together when the topic of Sam had, once again, come up. Dean hears from Sam every once in a while, in occasional text messages, but he tries not to pressure his brother. Sam left hunting and went to college for a reason, and Dean tries not to take it personally as he continues to bear the brunt of John Winchester’s anger and grief. 

The thing is, John had no idea that Dean was communicating with Sam, and when he saw Dean’s phone light up, he’d lost it. He wanted Sam’s number, but Dean had said no. Then it was the same old story: a fight and John storming out in search of a drink. Instead of staying at the crappy motel, Dean packed his duffel bag and left, hotwiring a car and leaving a note for his father to call him when he was ready to be an adult. Yesterday, twenty-three days later, John had called and left a voicemail telling Dean to meet him at the park. 

The agreed-upon time was an hour ago, but Dean isn’t surprised. 

He remembers the days when his mother was still alive, as long ago as it was. He remembers that John was barely there; when he was, the house seemed to shrink. He wasn’t as angry as he is now, but he was still forceful, and Dean always wanted to hide behind his mother’s legs in the kitchen or get away from the kitchen table after dinner as fast as possible. And John had just gotten worse over time, but Dean couldn’t hide behind Mary anymore. Instead, Sam hid behind him. 

Dean yawns into his fist and looks up to the sky, piercing blue with the sun shining down but failing to warm the park. There are birds flying overhead, wings fighting against the wind, which is steadily picking up. Clouds are peeking in at the edge of the sky; maybe it’ll rain later. Dean is probably going to head back to the car soon, drive to the next town and hustle some pool to pay for the next motel. He takes a deep breath to try and soothe his nerves; anxiety rears its head often no matter how much he tries to push it down. 

Dean traces his finger over the etched heart one last time and then stands up, kicking leaves with his work boots as he walks to the car. It’s a lot more low-profile than his father’s long, black car, but Dean does miss the Impala.

(He never misses John, though.) 

[ronqueesha]

I also wanted to highlight this dialogue option that happened at the conclusion of Andreja's personal quest.

Andreja is a woman of deep faith. It's not just her core philosophy, it's her heritage, her family, her purpose. While Andreja is not a zealot looking to violently confront the non-believers in the galaxy, her faith in the Great Serpent is still extremely important to who she is.

And in this moment, she is about to shatter. She believes that she has been abandoned, labeled a traitor and a heretic by the people back home. A home she may never see again because she chose to fight against obvious corruption and lies from one member of her faith.

Sarit Ramesh is a scientist. A skeptic. She sees the world in terms of mathematics, hard facts and logic. And yet, on this journey with Andreja, she has been taught to be a little less rigid. To expand her mind to possibilities she never considered before.

Just as Andreja found the bravery to confess her past, her sins, and even reveal her faith to someone as opposite to her as Sarit. So in this moment, Sarit Ramesh put the scientist aside. She took a leap of faith.

Though she does not believe in the Great Serpent, she does not mock Andreja's faith in a vain attempt at humor. She does not flippantly dismiss the people Andreja grew up with. And she does not try to make a flimsy secular attempt at comfort that would only fall flat.

In this moment, Sarit took Andreja's faith as seriously as anyone in House Varuun does. And she reminded Andreja that no one else can judge her worth as a person, or as a member of the faithful. She reminded Andreja that the Great Serpent does not work through human intermediaries chosen by the church, but through everyone who believes.

And I just thought that was beautiful. And one of the major reasons they became close enough to (very awkwardly) confess their mutual affection for one another.

[thebaddestbean]

If elves were rats, would Buddy the elf be a possum? Discuss.

[sage-nebula]

I'm sick, and I've been sick for awhile, and I don't think it's contagious but I do think it's been getting worse, but I'm probably not going to die from it. But on the plus side, if I did die from it, at least the results of the election in November wouldn't affect me, right?

[tehmiesh]

harvey caught ✨🔥✨these hands✨🔥✨

[sentientcave]

Oh hey it's Wednesday again! You know what that means!

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE

I've been bouncing around from project to project a lot lately so have a little Fic Flight of a few thangs

You Only Live Twice

Sadie was already creeping down the shadowed path strip of grass between the building and the outer wall, shoes in hand. She felt the Russian’s presence at her back, the intake of breath indicating that he intended to scold her for getting ahead of him. “I imagine they’ll have men at the gate already,” she said, cutting him off. “I’ll pretend I think they’re the real security and blather on about what’s going on upstairs, and you pick them off once I have them in the open. I assume you’re a good shot?” “I don’t like that. You could be killed.” Why the man cared all that much if she were killed, she didn’t know. Something to figure out later, once they were out of there. At the moment he was useful, and that was all that mattered. “I doubt it. They would have just blown the place to bits if they wanted everyone dead. They’re looking for high-profile hostages.” He tugged her further into the shadows, his big hand not leaving her waist even once he had her pressed against the wall. “You’re right, but—” “If you’re not a good shot, now would be the time to tell me,” she hissed back. “We don’t have time to stand around and think about it. I can probably only take on one myself, if I have to fight hand to hand.” She looked past him, down to where the lights from the gate station glared out into the darkness. “Are you ready?” He sighed, resigned. “Da. Make it a good performance, umnyashka. I will follow.”

Rugby

Your morning passes in a steady trickle of numbers and signed reports. You get up and stretch halfway through the morning, water your plants, get back to work. The second half of the morning flies by, and Brandon is back in your doorway again before you know it. It was a vain hope to think you would be able to slip out and get lunch without tagging along with him. Or it would have been, if the elevator didn’t open to reveal Simon ‘Perfect Timing’ Riley, holding a brown paper bag of takeout. “Forgot t’pack you a lunch, pretty boy,” he rumbles, stepping out and pulling you to the side. “Figured you could show me your office.” Brandon opens and closes his mouth like a fish, taking in the full expanse of Simon. Simon gives him a sly look out of the corner of his eye, and tugs you a step closer by the tie. “No kiss, love?” he asks playfully. You short circuit, face heating up so much that you’re sure Simon can feel it when he cups your jaw and tips your face up, and fucking kisses you. He’s not shy about it either, his tongue lapping at the seam of your lips, head tilted so your noses don’t squish together. “This is your boyfriend?” Brandon asks, interrupting the absolutely bizarre moment. “Hm?” Simon pulls away and looks at Brandon properly, like he’s just noticed him there. “Who’s your friend, Rip?” “Um. This is Brandon. Brandon, this is Simon. Yeah. My um. Boyfriend.” You look back at Simon. “You didn’t have to bring me lunch.” “Maybe I wanted to. You gonna say no to a curry?” “No. Come on, lets go sit in my office.” You shrug at Brandon. “Rain cheque, eh?” “See you around, Bradley,” Simon adds, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Field Trip

He looks serious for a moment, before the grin flickers back on. “Aw, weel, it wasnae as much fun as I might make it look. I had things ta keep livin’ fer.” “Like volunteering to help out with a school trip?” you ask mildly. “Of course. Few things matter more’n education, ye ken. Want tae make sure Finn doesnae wander off like Ah would’ve at his age.” His knee bumps into yours as he gets comfortable in the seat, and he makes no move to remove it. “Ah didnae have such a bonnie teacher, mind. Might’ve paid a bit more attention in class.” You tilt your knees toward the aisle, humming noncommittally. As far as you’re aware, Mr. Mactavish was SAS— An officer, and no slouch in regards to intelligence. Acting like an over eager puppy probably gets him further than behaving like a serious soldier, but you don’t really buy it. “I’m sure you did just fine in school, Mr. Mactavish.” “Ye can call me Johnny, ye ken. We’re no’ strangers by now, are we Sweetpea?” “Mr. Mactavish—” “Ah, come on bonnie, Ah’m no’ on a last name basis with anyone else here. Even the kids call me Soap.” “Are you ever going to tell us what that means?” Mrs. Kingsley asks, leaning across the aisle with a smile. “Ah cannae, Barb, ye cheeky thing, an’ ye know it. Classified.” Johnny taps the side of his nose and winks. He takes the opportunity to lean across you, one hand on your thigh and one arm braced against the barrier between your seat and the door. “How’s yer grandkids gettin’ on? No’ in school themselves yet, are they?”

Sparrow

She chanted his name, pressing her lips to his ear. He growled in response, barely missing a stroke as he transferred his weight to one arm, the other grabbing her by the throat, putting just a little pressure there. “Shut it, birdie, you’re gonna make me come.” “Yes, yes please,” she whispered, cunt clamping down on him like a vice. “Want you to. Please, Simon—” “Fuckin’ christ, Morgan,” he grunted. “Never fuckin’ shut up, do you?” She grinned, tipping her chin up to give him better access to her throat. “No. You’ll have to make me.” He groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, giving her a few more grinding thrusts as deeply inside her as he could get, and came hard. Morgan could feel every pulse and twitch as he stuffed her full, the sensation almost enough to send her over the edge too. She whined, wrapping he legs around him tightly so he couldn’t pull out. “S’your own fault, birdie,” Simon grumbled, letting his full weight come down on top of her to keep her from moving her hips any more. “Gimme a minute. I’ll take care of you.” She sighed, stroking a hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “I know you will. We’ll take care of each other.”

[cappydoodle]

erm. meow

[lastoneout]

so I checked over my notes and I was wrong, Eugene was actually sealed away in 1922, not 1932, and somehow this has made me desperate to draw him and Ophelia in clothing from that period as a fun little thing

uh but I'm not great at researching clothing and I'm even worse at drawing it so....ahaha guess they get to stay in their modern clothes for now

[angeltism]

ykw earlier maryne was feeling very very bisexual gay queer <men3 <women3 <evrry other gender3 and her vibe got threw off earlier. soooo back to being gay who wants to kis-

[bcrcavcd]

Two Of Them?

When it was one, the girl could certainly keep things to the others. She knew Abigail didn't need to start up so quickly, especially after the last trek... But once things take a turn, she certainly has to do something, doesn't she? Instead, the girl turns to the dual combatants, and strikes for the one less bruised than the other.

And she fights, for as long as she possibly can, with her sister's aid. It's a good thing she'd taken some Nostrums to give her sister along the way, huh...

Although she can't keep going forever, at least she'd gotten something done tonight...

[starboywille]

Things Joel "You're cargo/I'm not her dad" Miller did for his not-daughter, Ellie "I'm not family/He's not my dad" Williams (Part 2)

1. Attacking a FEDRA soldier to defend her.

2. Dragging her away after Tess said, Save who you can save.

3. Lending her his jacket.

4. Suggesting to use a different route so she won't have see the skeletal remains.

5. Telling her to get more sleep even though he barely slept himself.

6. Keeping Henry from pointing the gun at her.

7. Shoving her behind him to protect her from Maria's party.

8. Giving her a choice and not hesitating when she chose to go with him instead of Tommy.

9. Urging her to go on and leave him to die.

10. Holding her hand for reassurance once he found out she didn't actually leave him.

There's still gonna be more.