#since I'm in charge of this I don't have to do it

[nonenosome2]

You are the densest person alive. Fucking hell. Elon Musk (apartheid prince of South Africa) is currently more powerful than Trump in the US. You want to see who's in charge, you follow the money. That leads you to Musk.

Yeah... I'm super dense because you first state that something is happening, then call it a hypothetical, then pretend you didn't do that.

Also, you mean Elon "the h1b visa program is a great thing" Musk? Or were you talking about someone else who thinks importing workers from other countries is a great thing?

I'm not arguing with just you. You have chosen to shack up the worlds stupidest and most intolerant cult. You can forgive me for arguing against the majority of you idiots instead of the your Enlightened Centrist Majesty.

Oh. So the reason you can't keep your facts straight, or make an argument that makes sense, is because you are trying to argue with a strawman you have invented.

Now it all makes sense.

They are fascist and following Hitler's footsteps to a tee. They're just doing it faster.

Please tell me what those footsteps are. Because so far the most hilarious one I saw was "He promised to fix the economy". Which covers every President since probably John Adams.

I'd love to see the other ways in which he is "following Hitler's footsteps."

If you defend a nazi, that makes you a nazi.

Really? Does defending a Democrat also make me a Democrat?

So read my arguments from the perspective of someone on your side and maybe you just might see what I mean.

What argument? You started the whole exchange by trying to beat up a strawman, then ignoring what I said.

Then again, if you were capable of empathizing you probably wouldn't be such a piece of shit.

OK.

I'm not gonna tell you that there are going to be death squads, but I'll tell you that ICE currently has the power to detain anyone and, at this point, send them to literal Gitmo with basically no oversight, so I'm not gonna dismiss the possibility. ICE are... Let's just say a little overzealous.

And? You think ICE is going to start snatching up LEGAL immigrants and shipping them to Gitmo?

And you say legal immigration is the answer, but Trump is trying to prevent basically all immigration into this country.

Is he? Or is he just forcing immigrants to enter legally and treating them as criminals if they don't?

If you were stuck between a gang war and the US border with your kids, I know for a FACT most people are going to cross the border. I'd come up with a scenario for you to imagine but I recall you are incabable of empathy.

You... You literally came up with a scenario in the previous sentence. Do you read what you write? Like, at all?

And onto your scenario. Yes. I would cross the border. That doesn't make what I did any less illegal. I don't know what this is supposed to prove.

This is all shit Trump has done in his first month in office.

What is? You literally haven't said what Trump has done in his first month, just stuff you think he might do.

There's 3 years and 11 months more (at least) of his term in office. If you think he's gonna stop with what he's done and NOT make things a million times worse, you weren't paying attention the first term.

WHAT HAS HE DONE?!? YOU NEVER SAID!?!

Good luck out there buddy. I'm done with you.

OK. Good bye.

Hope you got a workout punching and kicking that strawman.

Do you realize that all these ICE raids and deportation flights cost money?

Probably more than it would cost to just give every immigrant everything they need unconditionally so they can be the freeloaders that you accuse them of being?

[cheralith]

— dead man runnin'.

feat ; serial killer!bachira meguru x detective!reader | word count ; 1.8k contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, dark content, murdering mention, blood mention, mild gore, yandere themes (stalking, killing, obsession) a/n ; it's always the thoughts that strike you right before doing a really big task that tempts you huh

there's been a series of murders going around the area spanning over the past few months. seven, to be exact. you're the detective of the precinct that's been in charge of attempting to maintain the peace and catch the person that's been behind the knife. all you have to lead off currently is the fact that it's at least the same person doing the crime, given how each of their victims all have the signature two triangles that face each other to make an hourglass shape slashed on their back, almost mimicking wings.

you've been working your ass off lately, running on four hours of sleep and what probably a full pot of coffee in your stomach. you're exhausted and at your wits end, but thankfully an officer comes by and tells you that the medical examiner has the most recent victim's records ready for you to take a closer look at. at least one good thing has prospered out of the dull few days that you've scrapped up with absolutely nothing.

sighing, you nod and trudge yourself along to your car, heading to the morgue to take a look at the body of the recently-deceased neighborhood grouch. mr. kuniaki, you've had the displeasure of running into him a few times, with your last sour encounter being just a few days before his murder, him scolding you about you parking too close to his driveway for fifteen minutes. you won't miss him by any means, none of the neighborhood will really, but for him to die unexpectedly raised some red flags. it at least told you the killer was near given how close in approximation the recent victims were to you.

you're greeted with the usual receptionist, who tells you that the examiner will be down the hall. you open the door, expecting the usual middle-aged, balding doctor that most of the precinct is accustomed with, but instead, you come face to face with a younger, more handsome doctor—one you've never seen before in all your time as a detective.

he has a little bit of a feminine face, but there's still that masculine edge to it. somehow, the bob cut that sports a yellow peek-a-boo do bringing a strike of distinction to him. it'd be hard not to remember his face. a soft grin appears on his face when he sees you in the doorway.

"i've been expecting you, detective (l/n)," he says cheerfully despite the dreary environment around him. while his face doesn't ring a bell, his voice sounds strangely familiar, like you've heard it in passing before.

"ah," you begin slowly, your deteriorated energy beginning to catch up to you. "hello there, doctor...?"

there's no nametag attached to his lab coat, you notice with narrowed eyes.

"bachira," he finishes for you and sticks his hand out. "doctor meguru bachira."

you shake it loosely, despite his grip being much more secure than yours. his hold surprises you a bit since it's rather oddly firm, but you don't think much of it, even though the doctor does linger onto your hand a bit longer than normal (and that one of his eyes twitch unbeknownst to you).

"you must be here for mr. kuniaki," he begins, circling around the medical table that displays a covered body. "i think it's quite obvious by the many bruises and slashes on his body that foul play is evident."

you hum, nodding. "i'm sure you've heard word about the serial killer that's been going around the city with a... rather distinctive m.o."

the doctor drawls a yes, drawing his attention to his clipboard with the many documents that indicate where the trauma was and the results of them from his body. "ah," he lets you read the clipboard that has the anatomy of the body in front of you with the displays of where each infliction was. there, on the old man's back, were the two triangles drawn on the upper part of his back, taunting you. "i'm assuming that this is it?" he asks, pointing to the wing-like slashes.

"yes. it's always the same six lines," you mutter.

the doctor slowly peels back the covering of the body, revealing the six lines in real time on the old man's back. you stare at them with blank eyes—the usual sight. dried ruby red blood cut on skin rather deep with a couple of scratches and bruises decorating the main scene.

"i concluded that the perpetrator used some sort of common kitchen knife, something accessible to most men, given how blunt these cuts are," the doctor says, a gloved hand going over to graze the cuts so softly, as though not to trigger a reaction out of a dead man.

"i've heard the same report from other examiners," you mention as you recall the others telling you different ranges of knives that were common items to the average person. "did you happen to—"

the door bursts open suddenly. your partner that was supposed to stay behind in your car runs in with a worried look on his face. "(l/n), we've gotta go."

you and the doctor face him with twinned surprised looks. "what? why? we've barely been here for ten minutes."

your partner points his finger towards the entrance of the morgue. "there's a nearby hostage situation on the corner of fifth and clark," he exasperates, "they need all hands on deck 'cause the perps have a bomb that'll go off in thirty minutes if we don't do something."

you look back to the doctor hastily, who merely raises his brows. "i—" you try to find the right words. you finally have a moment of peace to yourself after the mounds of paperwork that you were busy with all last week to work on your case before it got worse, but of course, nothing ever goes to plan. you turn back to your partner. "can't they put moriyama and ohta on the scene? they're only working on some parking violations, aren't they?"

your partner shakes his head, lifting it up to say that they need as many people as they can considering there were two children at the scene, but when he comes to look at you, he sees the rather... daunting stare of the doctor that stands behind you. his yellow eyes are wide with caution, the kindness in his golden hues gone and replaced by something much more menacing.

your partner suddenly loses the words, the doctor's stare planting him in his place out of his own control. his smile is still on his lips, but there's no trace of friendliness, as if it was just fixed there for display. malice swirls in the doctor's eyes as he glares daggers into the man that stands in front of you, as if to warn him to not make a wrong move.

you see the paleness of your partner's face, a little confused as to what has drained all the color from his cheeks when he stares past you. it's like as if he's seen something horrifying. you turn your head, but all you're faced with is the gentle smile of the doctor that cocks his head to the side ever so ignorantly.

his honey-colored eyes soften gently at you. "is everything okay?"

"um," you turn back to your partner, who now has his brows furrowed at the doctor's cordial countenance. "i'm sorry for this, but i think we have to continue this tomorrow. looks like my team needs me."

"that's quite alright," he remarks and recovers the body. "same time tomorrow, detective?"

"if that works for you, doc," you reply while shaking his hand again, his grip still firm as ever and the delay in letting go of your own when you try to let go of his still there. this time, however, his hand still stays in your grasp. you flicker your eyes down to your shared hands. "... doc?"

the doctor's stare pierces into your own. there's a weird meld of concern that flows within his hues, however.

"stay safe, detective," he murmurs almost... lovingly? warmly?

you blink, raising your brows at the oddity of his statement. you had just met this man only a few minutes ago, and yet, he was wishing you farewell in a a tender manner that seemed foreign to you.

"oh, uh," you squirm, forcing yourself out of his grasp. "thank you... i will."

the doctor pulls out something from his pocket. a business card. "take this. just in case i'm not here, there's all my contact info if you ever need me."

you accept it gratefully, not bother to looking twice at it given the urgency of the current situation. he gives you another smile, waving to you and your partner before he whisks you away into the safety of your car.

when you buckle your seatbelt and prepare to drive off, you ask if that doctor was new to the morgue, the warmth of his hand still lingering on your palm.

your partner takes the business card of the doctor that you lazily put in the cupholder, reading over the doctor's names and credentials. he squints at the text and designs of it, noticing that on top of the card, there stands a logo of a diamond made up of two triangles. he squints at it.

"um, doctor bachira, right?" your partner asks, "i think so. i remember seeing him at the quarterly conference a few months back, but he wore a medical mask at the time and kind of kept to himself. he's got this reputation of being a loner, so his coworkers kind of stay away from him."

"i see," you mutter under your breath, the ghost of the doctor's eyes still amidst your mind. "you alright though? you looked like you saw a ghost back there."

your partner swallows thickly and nods his head, despite the warble on his lips saying something else. he places the business card back into the cupholder, deciding not to overthink any incessant details during a time like this.

"yeah no... i'm okay," he says hastily, scratching the back of his neck. it feels a little cold to the touch. "i think i was just shocked by the body, that's all."

bachira lifts a blind up from his office window, where he's able to see the parking lot of the morgue. he spots the familiar dark red sedan where you and your partner sit, the front of the car facing him. he chews on his lip, his grip on the pen tightening the more his eyes burn into the figure beside you.

his jaw tightens, teeth squeaking together from the harsh pressure. he was looking forward to today for the longest time. he made sure to plan everything perfectly, from reassigning himself to the nearby morgue where your precinct frequented to making himself the head examiner of kuniaki's body, just so he could run into you "coincidentally." he dressed himself up in his finest clothing, groomed his hair, put on his most expensive cologne, all glammed up to look perfectly handsome for you.

only for the one thing he was looking for all week to escape from his grasps. it's just like last time...

"kira ryosuke," bachira hisses, the pen suddenly snapping in his grip and letting plastic shards prick at his skin. "take (y/n) away from me like that again and let's see what happens."

a/n ; thank you always for reading! i apologize that this wasn't written the best but i'm very impulsive and just began writing what came to mind oopsies.

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated and noticed ♡!

[nohoperadio]

I got an email from the student loans people saying they think they overcharged me on my loan repayments (which is to say charged me at all, I don't actually meet the income threshold where I should be making repayments at all (this is actually a pretty nice system right, you only have to pay for your degree to the extent that it actually netted you a reasonably well-paying job, if you stay poor you're off the hook... do other countries have this?)), and

alright that paragraph's all unwieldy with parentheses I'm gonna cut it there... and obviously I hadn't logged into my student loans people account in like ten years or something, so I forgot my password, but when I went to reset it I was told that I couldn't reset it by email because I was already in the process of resetting my password and they'd already sent me an email with a temporary password that I need to enter before I could change it. And it's like, no, I didn't get sent a temporary password, you're lying to me, this is bullshit. I checked my inbox in case I'd missed something and no I definitely hadn't.

Except then I checked more thoroughly and it turns out that five years ago I clicked "reset password" on this and got sent a temporary password and didn't use it for some reason? And when I copy/pasted the five-year-old temporary password it worked and the site prompted me to submit a new password! So this one-time-use temporary password has been waiting patiently in my inbox since like... before the pandemic, I've changed jobs twice and ended a long-term relationship and moved to a new town and started transing my gender in the time that this password reset process has been ongoing... is that crazy?? I feel like these things usually expire after like a few hours or something right?? Man!

Anyway they might owe me £28 yipee

[you-know-i-get-itt]

final jeremy theory

before tgr comes out. tw suicide

this theory is influenced in part by this post by @minyard-05, this one by @tessasilverswan, and this one by @dustisus. i'm going to try covering whatever we've been given snippets of so far

siblings: jeremy has two brothers and one sister, and we already know about bryson and annalise. the fact that cat said he has three siblings but hesitated suggests that the third sibling is alive but out of the picture (and also younger than jeremy). given jeremy's response to jean joking about suicide, we can guess that sibling #3 tried to kill himself (i don't think jeremy did), but it didn't work and he's now in a mental health facility somewhere. sibling #3 used to go by 'knox', which is why jeremy doesn't like when people call him that. he and jeremy were very close, and jeremy knew that he was depressed and was trying to help him through it (but didn't realise how significant the problem was until later) more on this later

money: i get the idea that jeremy's butler (william i think) had known him since he was maybe a kid, so i'd like to suggest that jeremy's father's side of the family came from old money, but jeremy's father spent nearly everything on drugs/alcohol. william almost had to leave, but then jeremy's mom remarried and his stepfather was loaded and william could stay, but also all of this money actually comes from his step-grandfather who could easily cut them off on a whim (something he threatens to do after the banquet)

drugs: there's actually a few things here: - jeremy's father was an addict. he overdosed a couple of times (never fatally, because he's still alive, just somewhere else). jeremy's mom left him when it got too much, when jeremy was in his mid-to-late teens i think - sibling #3 (15-17 at the time) tried to commit suicide by od. before swallowing the pills, i think he made a last ditch attempt at trying to live by calling jeremy, who was, unfortunately, at an exy match at the time. he saw that the phone was ringing but shoved it back into his bag because he had to sub in - after sibling #3's attempt, jeremy followed some good old-fashioned reaction-formation and got into hard drugs himself. he tries to replace this with caffeine later. more on this later

banquet: after his attempt, sibling #3 was found by bryson and the entire thing was kept on the down-low, until the banquet, because someone (not a trojan, maybe a raven? someone else? idk) caught wind of it and decided to come taunt jeremy about it. and jeremy snapped. this entire time, he'd been dying with guilt over the fact that he couldn't get to him in time he should have gotten to him in time, it was just one thing one moment and it had changed everything and if he could go back in time he'd fix everything he promised he'd fix everything. and also jeremy was high as a kite. so when he snapped, he snapped ugly. now, obviously other people don't know about what happened, so it couldn't have been very public, but imagine they're leaving the banquet, in a relatively empty corridor, when Random Person #1 comes to make a quip about sibling #3, and jeremy just. lunges at him and beats him up pretty badly, maybe almost kills him. there ARE a few people around, though, and they figure out what's going on, and one of them calls the cops on jeremy and someone else calls child services on sibling #3. jeremy is charged with assault (though these charges are dropped fairly quickly because money), and sibling #3 is carted away. they could've stopped him from going too, but turns out he didn't want to stay (the one person he was closest to in his family, jeremy, hadn't been there when he'd needed him most, so). the banquet that snapped jeremy's family in half: check

drugs part 2: jeremy was already high at the banquet, and after the whole thing's over, he goes into his dorm and almost ODs (not on purpose, but maybe a little on purpose). his roommate finds him and his mother is called. she talks to coach rhemman about all of this, and jeremy is told that he needs to go to mandatory therapy sessions if he wants to stay on the team, so he does (alternatively, this therapy is court-mandated as a condition of assault charges against him being dropped, but i like this one more). it takes him a while to find a therapist that sticks (the first few focused on his self-destructive and violent tendencies) (the last one focused on his guilt and grief) (and chronic depression LET ME HAVE THIS)

family: - bryson: blames him for their brother being sent away and does NOT let him forget it - annalise: also blames him, but with less vitriol - his mother: also blames him, but also knows he blames himself. she isn't very good to him (i don't think she was present much when he was younger either) but worries about losing him

eventually, jeremy reshapes his entire personality into someone who's there for whoever needs him, whenever they need him. he's the one person everyone knows they can trust with no strings attached, and there is no universe in which he could be anyone's villain

[fragmented-deity]

Innerste wheezed. He doesn't truly think this variant understands what Umbra is attempting to say.

"Currently unpleasant given you are squeezing me like a grape."

Umbra doesn't seem amused by Mephiles' response, though his brow furrows. It's the first time really that he's been confronted with the idea of what could have happened had he chosen not to help Innerste as he had. Orange light flickers in flame patterns along his hands and up his arms, tinting his red stripes.

"...I think you may be willfully misinterpreting my own speech. I don't care if there's anything 'good' left in you. I'm asking for your plans. So far all I see if you attempting divine retribution and taking your 'gift' away from this timeline because some people out of millions... if not billions of people decided to abuse it." Umbra stated, "I'm trying to understand your thought process. Your... end game. So to speak. But I suppose I forgot that a lot of you tend to speak in circles instead of answer properly."

Umbra gives an annoyed expression before throwing a Iblis-charged Doom Spear into the tendril holding Innerste - Silver's - body, not quite severing it so much as the heat of the energy that isn't quite Chaos energy forcing the limb to recoil on reflex.

He doesn't know if the Shadow of this world has these powers yet, it'd been an unerringly painful process to unlock them, as two wings sprout from his back, the ends black and red fleshy looking tendrils wound together into deadly sharp clawed points.

He'd found the wings were of similar caliber to a super form, just without the need for the emeralds. He wasn't invincible by any means like the emeralds had given him...but he'd made do by getting much faster and more agile.

"I can't imagine that Chaos is terribly happy with what you did to the emeralds." Umbra rumbled as he flew over and caught Innerste and landed in front of both, "Considering that the emeralds weren't part of your gift to the planet."

With Innerste and him both around each other, it's not hard when both know how to zone hop. As Umbra handed Silver's body a time stone to make it easier since they held a similar strength to the emeralds. He let's Innerste take hold of Silver, while he grabs Mephiles. The two using enough power for a hope between zones for two entities to bring them to their zone.

"Undo what you did to swap us, Mirror. I want to be back in my body." Innerste hissed in annoyance, he was slower to irritate than he used to be, but his mirror self was really pushing it. Iblis is present in his more Mobian form, the draconic shape still massive, but more maneuverable than the behemoth form it used when moving through all the lava.

"Look at you, trying to plead with what "good" you think lies within me. Is that trait consistent among most hedgehogs, or is it just you ANNOYING three?" Mephiles' voice gains an edge to it as Umbra speaks. His grip on Silver's body tightens. Even if Innerste is a god, Silver's body is still painfully mortal, as powerful as the young hedgehog is.

Seeing the small form tensed in pain makes the dark god smile wider.

"You think this fusion was forced?" Scoffs Mephiles. "In a sense. When I was split from Iblis for the second time, thanks to three annoying RODENTS, my existence was shattered across time. Thankfully, those my peices found were like-minded to my goal. Our desires are aligned."

"Together, we are the all-consuming DARKNESS that will bring an END to this pathetic world, and when all of TIME and SPACE are brought to ORDER, I will finally be satisfied."

Mephiles cackles. "Any pathetic fools like the Interloper you've swapped bodies with attempting to interfere will be delt with in due time. I'd rather watch his hopes be crushed myself when he realizes his efforts are futile. But for now, toying with this situation is proving rather enjoyable."

The tendril tightens. "Tell me, have you ever needed to BREATHE before, mirror? Please, tell me how it feels."

[lady-ca-13]

don't mind me just posting and making drawings of my favorite character

[the-barefoot-hatter]

winter holidays at the mystery shack (party billiam edition)

Stan celebrates what he calls "Cash-mas", which is just slapping a cheap felt santa hat and a 300% Christmas special markup on anything- and several things he can't- get away with in the gift shop

more sincerely, the Pines do a fairly low-key Hanukkah. if the twins are visiting, they do a much showier double christmas/hanukkah celebration

And Bill... well...

No one is entirely sure if it's a Euclidean thing or just a... Bill thing. But he's SO enthusiastic!

HAPPY WINTER FUNTIME BOYS & GIRLS!

[ridaine]

My last three outfit commissions from Vgen!

Currently unlisted this type for now since I want to change things up a bit, but it WILL be returning!

[eclaire-went-bam]

something really funny to me about my mom really thinking i wanted to become a therapist because i'm taking psychology & have like 2-3 psych books

i would genuinely be The Worst therapist i simply wouldn't be able to care about any of my patients . i would believe i am better than my patients . it would be a circus .

[queen-scribbles]

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[vaguely-concerned]

every day my brain produces the sentence 'blue doesn't deserve that zero's dick probably has a vibrate function. but in this life we don't get what we deserve we get what we get'. and every day I have to sigh and go 'I mean it's true but should you say it'

[mysticalcats]

once again i have forgotten that i have a biology test

[immortalsins]

im so so tired jsjdhbj an engineering employers panel just scared me half to death with their startups and innovation and investment and passion commitment linkedin networking etc etc etc i hate it here

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Little drabble for today, since technically today(or perhaps yesterday?) Was the day I had my little...moment of. Wow it would be so funny if I got engaged with Finn and of course it happens to be cliche a few days before Valentine's Day. Anniversary. I know I don't really post my writing a lot and keep it more private but that's mostly just cause it's harder for me to write things that aren't very emotionally incorporated, if that makes any sense? With drawing I can do a little cute doodle, draw some hearts around it, and that's it, a nice simple little thingy. But with my writing it is normally a lot more extensive, even if whatever I'm writing is just fluffy stuff. And. Not to mention. A lot of people normally brush over drawings after like five reasonable seconds, but with writing it isn't entirely something that can be consumed so quickly. But! I yap a lot on here anyway.

I don't thinkkkkkk this needs any content warnings? I tried to not go into detail about the actual extent of the woes I experienced and just said enough to get it out of my system, but everything else is true and accurate😉 it gets super sappy fluffy at the end because it is me we are talking about here, so of course it does. I did a shorter Speedrun version of my proofreading, so hopefully it has a nice flow to it!

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"Yes, but I want to actually do SOMETHING for today, I mean, something nice at least. It is a special day, we should do something.. special for it!" Kane reasoned, still in bed and curled up to a pillow. He cautiously rolled over onto his back, and his expression twitched like he had winced. He kept the pillow in his arms and loosely hugged it against himself.

"Kane, I'm pretty sure I just watched you die, I'm not going to let you expend what little energy you have left that needs to go to resting." Finn sighed, upset, sitting carefully at the edge of the bed. He certainly wasn't upset at Kane, more so the situation; and perhaps what little he could do- or have done- to remedy it, to no fault of his own, of course. Or anyone's, really.

Considering that Kane wasn't always that keen on bigger events anyway, his prying for one was a bit ironic. But just because he didn't like going out to restaurants or typical romantic events that involved eating out in public or resulted in lots of noises going on like at restaurants, it didn't mean that Finn didn't like those things. And, perhaps, Kane felt a little guilty inside, because he had been out of commission for most of the day, so anything that they could've done couldn't happen.

"It's not like I didn't know this might happen." Finn said gently, turning a little so he could look at Kane when he said it.

Kane sighed a little, almost in a pouting manner, and glanced at Finn to meet his gaze for a moment, "I mean, I know that we both knew it was going to happen, cause the prediction and all- and I could feel it- but..."

"But I'm feeling better now and-"

"Rest." Finn interrupted firmly.

Kane groaned in response, why must he need rest and recovery. Why must he be aware of how truthfully exhausted and sore he felt. "Okay, well I wasn't dying, I was just-"

"You were withering in pain, and trying to tug out your own hair so you could feel something else, you-"

"Okay, okay, but worse case scenario you could've just- I mean we live in England, all the houses and buildings are brick- you could've just bonked me out on the head and then drivin me off to the ER or like, urgent care or something."

Ah, and Kane was met with the look of a man who sometimes forgot what country people grow up to be. A look laced with concern because it was his partner he was looking at, but there was still a slight hint of "Fuck? No!" Whether Kane's country roots lying in America added to this was a different story.

"Er- euhm- Whatever the uh. Thing is called the-..." Kane looks around the room as he racks his brain for it, "The NHS! Yes! Whatever those.. they have like those walk-in urgent rooms, right? Like buildings?"

Finn looked like he wanted to respond with several things like "The NHS wait time isn't worth it" and "The day I put you out of your misery like some animal even if it is to temporarily knock you unconscious is the day I [redacted]" but with as ruffled and exhausted as Kane still appeared, he wasn't going to have the man waste his breath on discussing the complexities of the NHS and every other healthcare system, or whatever else was going through his mind. Instead, he ever so gently nudged Kane over closer to the middle of the bed so he could lay down next to him. He understood that going from forever sleeping on a bed that was hardly bigger than him to the luxuries of a bed that was probably a bit bigger than your dining table was something for Kane to adjust to, but it still drove him mad that Kane, for some reason, slept right at the edge of the bed. Even if he has yet to actually fall off of it.

And Kane couldn't help but crack out a grin over it, he spent a lot of time in bed so there was hardly a moment where Finn wasn't wordlessly gently shuffling him closer to the center of the bed.

"But we aught to do at least something, right? Today isn't just any other day today- not to me at least- I want to at least mark it like that by doing something special. Even if it is something small."

As Finn stretched out and laid down net to Kane, he let out a long exhale, "And you call me foolish?" Finn mused, and with as much little movement as possible he rolled over so he could face Kane and gingerly wrap an arm around the other man, tucking it under the pillow that Kane was still holding closely to himself. He was sure Kane was still feeling sore, so he treated every movement and touch he did like he was trying to do a waltz in a minefield.

Kane cocked an eyebrow, "I do call you foolish. Not that I'm any less foolish- if not more." "You certainly are," Finn's voice turned to a mumble as he tried to nuzzle himself infinitely and impossibly closer to Kane.

"And would you like to elaborate on that?" Kane asked, with a faint grin. He was feeling far more amused that he was able to express himself at the moment.

"The whole point of the day is just to spend it however we'd like, and I don't care how we spend it, I just want to spend it with you."

This was one of the moments were Kane was glad that Finn had his face buried up against him, because even if Finn could feel Kane hold his breath, it at least still spared Kane a little dignity because Finn would miss seeing his eyebrows furrow and the corners of his mouth twist and maybe his eyes watered up just a little as well. "Yeah, but you spent the day like a medieval doctor watching a patient and not being able to do anything about it but sedate them."

Finn frowned a little, but he would've frowned regardless of what day it happened on because it was still something that happened in the first place.

Kane let go of the pillow with one of his arms, and then decided to forfeit the pillow entirely altogether and shift his position so he was laying more towards Finn now. He didn't really have much left to say.

"I just want to enjoy the day with you, Kane." Finn murmured, the weight of affection in his voice was undoubtable.

Kane was quiet for a moment, his eyebrows were still furrowed, "I just want you to know that you are special," he responded, and if his sentence had been any longer his voice might've croaked.

Finn smiled, and tried to be as gentle as he could as he softly tugged Kane ever so slightly more closer to him, "I know that you think I'm special." Again, Kane took a moment before he responded. His mind was having trouble arguing with someone who seemed to radiate their love out of their body.

"You do?" Kane asked. Of course he would want Finn to feel special.

"This is where I get to use one of your own sayings against you," Finn said, starting to grin, "You always say that actions speak louder than words, don't you?"

As much as Kane loved that saying and thought it to be true, it bugged him a little that it sounded like something you would find spelled out as the lesson in the back of a book or TV show for children. Which perhaps was exactly where he had gotten it from.

"I do say that. And at least in my experience I've found it to be relatively true, give or take some case scenario exceptions; as with anything there's exceptions."

"Well I think it is plenty special that I get to do this with you," Finn gave Kane the lightest squeeze possible in his arms, "And you tell me in plenty of different ways all of the time how you feel about me." Kane knew that he did that, but part of him almost wanted to respond with "I do?" because it wasn't the usual for someone to be able to understand the funny language that he seemed to speak.

Kane looked at the ceiling for a little while, soaking in the words and the moment. Finn seemed quite content and peaceful with things right now- which is what Kane wanted. Truthfully, in an ideal scenario Kane would've spent the day treating Finn like he was some royalty- not that he didn't have tomorrow to do that, anyway.

"I like you, Finn," Kane said.

"I like you too, Kane." Just for a few moments Finn had closed his eyes. Then again, no one ever goes to close their eyes for just a few moments and it turns out that way.

No, maybe today wasn't and couldn't be spent as a day for a big grand gesture and display of love and affection, perhaps that was something that was going to be saved for another time, but there was still just as much love to be felt in getting consumed by the peaceful tranquility that came with not having anything but a nice warm and safe home, and being willingly boxed up in a room with someone literally, and figuratively, wrapped up around you.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well, i guess i'm as winter storm ready as i can be !

i clocked out of work for a bit to go run the errands i normally do on fridays because tomorrow we're supposed to get a few actual inches of snow (we'll see !!) so that was..... exhausting to do in the middle of a work day (and right before a snowstorm in the south... the traffic....) but it's all done !!

i've gotta work a couple of hours tomorrow because i ended up taking longer than i meant to (mostly because of the traffic) but hopefully i can get up and get that done before there's any possibility of even losing power so fingers crossed !

hope you're safe out there if you're reading this and stay warm/safe if this shit's about to hit you as well !! <3

[binah-beloved]

Not binah its limbus: if you haven't seen the canto 6 trailer dropped and in terms of new id/ego for your 4 favs, Don got a new ego, gregor got 1 new ego and outis got a new id and ego (ishmael gets nothing for now)

Butler Outis.