#speeding down the road

[phantomrose96]

I like that "crash out" and "lock in" have become part of the vernacular. They feel like siblings. To me.

[whirlpool-blogs]

well -

[cultivating-wildflowers]

also I've had twelve hours to process it and I'm normal(?) again but I got pulled over this morning

for driving in the left lane

which I was doing because I was preparing to make a left turn

[cleverstudentcheesecake]

If canonically Hualian lived into the modern era, I am morbidly curious to know what that disaster goof ball is upto in places such as metropolis of Shanghai and Hong Kong that practically look like cities straight out of some dystopian fantasy.

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I have now learned Kim lives 15 or so minutes away from Martinaise, and it has for some reason shattered me

I was so confident he lived an hour or 3 away 😣

[capitalisticveins]

Imagine how hard it was for Genevieve to be talking to her beloved over the phone, all giggly and happy, and in an INSTANT suddenly she hears them running for their life and I expect at some point they drop the phone or hang up and she’s forced to spend who knows HOW long wondering if they’re okay and what they’re running from. At some point she would’ve wondered if they’re dead when they wouldn’t respond, no?

[heartofthemachine]

got my first ticket hashtag try something new every day

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil gets hurt and Thena takes care of him. We need some soft content hehehe free choice and thanks <3

"You okay?"

Thena blinked. Her vision was fading on her. She looked back at Gil, who was staring at her with those big brown eyes of his. She smiled, moving away from the edge of the loft and leaning over him again. "I should be asking you that. You need to rest."

"I am," he pointed out weakly, moving his eyes around to indicate the thorough incapacitation of his body. They had gotten up the ladder on pure adrenaline. They just needed somewhere off the ground and safe for the night while the herd outside passed, or at least calmed.

The barn doors were holding, thanks to the plank of wood they had secured after all of them holding them with all their strength.

Thena had spread out some hay. They didn't bring much with them--this was supposed to be an easy day trip for supplies. She had laid Gil down, balling up her sweater under his head as the least she could do. "Let me see it."

It wasn't as if he was in a position to stop her. He grunted as she pulled on his good arm to help him sit up, although even that caused his bad shoulder some pain. "You checked it five minutes ago."

"It was not five minutes ago," she argued with him, their voices hushed. Despite the tense silence and the low shuffling of the herd outside, it was quieter in the barn than the sterile, smooth echoes of the hospital. Not that they didn't long to be back there at the moment.

Gil let her unbutton his shirt and look at his shoulder again. He had tried to save one of their own earlier, even letting his arm be pulled out of the socket. But the herd had won, and she had pulled him away before he could be swallowed up too.

The swelling was still prominent. She didn't have anything to help with that, and neither she nor Kingo nor Ikaris were knowledgeable enough to pop it back into place for now. She wondered if they would even be strong enough.

"I've dislocated my shoulder before, y'know."

"Is that so?" she whispered, pulling his shirt away from him as if it would cause the injury to worsen. Already his skin was starting to change colour.

"I was maybe 14?--my dad thought it would be a good idea to make me join wrestling. Thought I was too timid, especially for being kind of a husky kid," Gil continued as she traced the edge of his swelling with her eyes. She didn't dare touch it. "Obviously, I didn't wanna do it."

"Obviously," she added, because of course Gil didn't want to fight his peers as a growing teen, probably just as sweet and shy as he was now.

"So, my first practice I tried to just go limp and play dead, but the other guy was not having it," he chuckled. She watched the shadows of his breathing against the glow of the flashlight. "He ended up popping my shoulder out, he was trying so hard. I was just happy I got to quit the team."

"Gil," she scolded him with a smile. The idea of young teen Gil, shy in a wrestling leotard and just trying to make friends crossed her mind. "I imagine it hurt then, too."

He let out a breath. He was careful about it. He was putting up a good front, but she knew when he was in pain. She had seen it enough during their time on the road. "I guess it did."

She frowned. This wasn't the kind of injury they could disinfect and wrap up. They still had to get him back to the car and then back to the hospital without incident. And this was the open road; it wouldn't be easy to mow a path for them back to the cars from here.

But she could do it.

Gil wheezed as she helped him lie down again. He forgot to pretend he was fine when he was moving, his face twisted in pain. "Bill-"

"Hey," she cut him off. She didn't even remember his name. They had only gone on a run once or twice before. All she had known in the moment was that Gil was in danger. "Don't."

"He's got a girlfriend back at the hospital," Gil whispered to her. He opened his eyes, staring up at the room of the barn.

She moved to lean over his face, brushing his tears away. "I'm afraid it could happen to any of us, out here. We know the risks."

They all had to know the risks. What's-his-name had signed up for supplies duty just like the rest of them had. Ajak didn't assign people roles based on whim.

Thena leaned in, pressing her lips to his forehead. He still wasn't running a fever (good). "We'll tell her together--how hard you tried to save him."

Gil shut his eyes again. There was nothing they could do about it now. "You should get some sleep."

"Hypocrite."

"Really," he wheezed again. "You're not gonna stay up until dawn just because I'm like this. We need you at your best."

Thena looked out over the rest of the barn again. She could just barely make out where Ikaris was leaning up against a pillar, although she couldn't see if he was sleeping or not. Kingo was curled up on a stack of hay, already knocked out from all the effort they exerted.

"Thena, I'm fine."

He was far from fine. He was hurt, and suddenly their days on the road weren't so far away anymore. The sting of peril was hot on their heels again. She could remember holding onto him, willing to pull off his other arm if it meant not letting go. Kingo was the one to pull them both, yanking her backpack to get them both up the hill and towards the barn.

She opened up her bag. She should have packed for the possibility of being stuck out here, regardless. They were getting too comfortable at the hospital--too spoiled. There had to be something she could use to help Gil in some way.

"Thena," Gil sighed as she pulled out a blanket. It was barely a blanket, more some ripped old sheet for acting as a trampoline if they had to drop things from a height and stay quiet. It barely covered from his elbows down to his knees. "Really?"

"I said hush," she muttered, moving on to his bag as well. She dug out the spare shirt he brought.

Gil moved his eyes as he watched her. "It's a nice idea, but I don't know if a summer gingham shirt is gonna offer much warmth."

She made sure to huff at him, pulling it on over her white t-shirt. she didn't bother buttoning it, but she did pull it closed around her. It was big enough to feel like having a blanket around her. "No complaining."

She curled herself up next to his good arm, wrapping her arms around her knees. He was right, she would need to sleep, even if it was nodding off for a few minutes at a time. But she couldn't take her eyes off the opening to the loft. Even after she had worked her absolute hardest to pull the ladder up with her, the thought of seeing something poke a gnarled, nightmarish head up and look at her-

"Thena."

She inhaled sharply. She was falling asleep by the second. Her head tilted and she nearly flinched at the dry, borderline icy look Gil was giving her. "I'm fine."

"I'm not asking you to sleep," he pleaded with her. His good hand moved until he could tug at the shirt of his she was wearing. "Just lie down, please."

She buried her nose in the collar of it. In truth, she was exhausted, and being tired made her feel cold. But more than that, this shirt smelled like Gil, and their room at the hospital. And she needed to feel that, right now.

Thena shifted her weight, lying down next to him, still basically curled in the fetal position.

Gil was most certainly straining his eyes to look at her. But he smiled. "Feels like old times, right?"

Times when she would be unable to sleep because she had something far too precious to protect? Yes, it did feel remarkably like that. It felt like when she watched him sleep the entire night after he got grazed by a bullet, or when she watched him sleep as his fever get worse and worse.

Sometimes she still woke up from that nightmare, unable to stop herself from checking if his forehead was hot.

The thought spooked her again. The next time she fell asleep she probably wouldn't flinch awake after a few seconds again. Gil was lying flat on his back, his eyes closed. His breathing seemed even. She shimmied closer as best she could. Just once more couldn't hurt.

She touched the back of her hand to his forehead; no fever. She leaned up and touched her lips to his cheek; a little scruffy, but warm and living. With that, she could lie down beside him, not resting on him but pressing her forehead to his arm, just to have some contact with him. This was the only way she could rest.

Tomorrow, she could worry about getting Gil home again.

[roscoehamiltons]

random misspellings that guenther uses in his book: 'fok', 'jeezoz' and now 'troble' (instead of trouble)

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[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[dalishthunder]

Hiked almost 4 miles much at a steep incline/decline and my legs are jelly but it was gorgeous and I very much enjoyed it

[cogbreath]

hate how my mom still reacts with dissaproval when i play gta like im literally niceys... i dont go around beating sex workers or homeless people to death and running them over at 200 mph like others do. only rich npcs. and cops

[dancinghannigram]

actually i think if i just got the permission to love nature and not take anything for granted and create memories and be in the moment as long as i need to be and slow down and live life as it's supposed to be lived i wouldn't be so angry all the time

[0rionz-belt]

anyways fun fact, this minicooper has been driven so fucking infrequently since my parents got it that it still has new car smell despite it being from 2002.

[dimalink]

Fun and road

Pixel art for today based on videogame Best Drive (Ms Dos). So, I see, that this is a racing game with top down view. Cga graphics. 4 colors. And racing genre. Racing is going on, you need to make turns. Tracks are different. It looks very interesting! And it is so interesting to look game screens from different games! Some games from end of 80s, for example. What kind of games it were in 80s.

And this is my drawing based on Best Drive (Ms Dos). Look what a joyful weather is here. Joyful little picture. Little sun is shining. And joyful. Most careless time. And so it is a sand at the road, it is already for a long time. Looks, like there was no raining for a long time. And here you rush with your little car.

And ahead of you – your opponent. He also, do his best. He is riding forward. By the road. He also needs to make turns in time. And use breaks. Sometimes.  

And all around it is spring. Or summer. And weather is good already for a long time. Everyone thinks that will be forever. It will be little sun forever. And all time, any time, you can take a chance in racing.

To sit in a car and go. And immediately racing is start. And fun. This is countryside spring or summer racing. With funny cars. Little cars are funny and they are funny way painted. And not so fast. And road it is like real rally. In a sands. And with little holes. So keep wheel harder!

Alternative name- one more – funny road.

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[light-wrath-paradise]

Me when I have plans but my head looks like a trashcan on fire and like 3 separate "mes" are arguing with me about said plans