#the last time i was there was last september!

[intheupside]

Evgeni Malkin spent the NHL’s break for 4 Nations Face-Off in South Florida enjoying quality time with family, swimming and sneaking in a dinner with longtime frenemy Alex Ovechkin.

Oh, and there’s this …

“I not retire,” Malkin said to The Athletic on Wednesday. “I know what some people say — like, I go back to Russia and play for my home team. But I never say it, you know?

“I retire with Pittsburgh. The Penguins are my team. I love this team. When I retire it’s here.”

Though Malkin spoke as recently as last September about wanting another 100-point season in the NHL, his days as a dominant scorer are likely finished. He has one season remaining on his contract and has not decided if it will be his last.

That last contract will be with the Penguins, though.

“I retire here — with Penguins — when it happens,” Malkin said. “This is my only team.”

“I not play in Russia after Pittsburgh,” Malkin said Wednesday. “Maybe one game for home team in Russia. Just one to say goodbye.”

[hiromusicarts-blog]

9月発売予定の新譜「African Suite」そのジャケット候補がこの２枚の画像です。いずれかに落ち着くとは思いますが、文字フォント、レイアウトなどは、デザイナーにお任せするので、印象はかなり変わるものと考えて間違い無いかと。 収録曲ですが、今回の目玉は、1980年（当時１７歳）初演のピアノインプロヴィゼーション３曲をもとに90年代にリメイクしてさらに今回、リリースにあたりブラッシュアップした、African Suite 1~3 です。 カセットテープに当時（1980年）の演奏が記録されており、それを耳コピ（完コピではありません）して、一部スコア化。９４年頃にリテイクが出来（＋パーカス、ベースなど）、さらに30年の時を越えて、昨年、楽曲がリビルドされました。

These two images are the candidates for the cover of the new album "African Suite" to be released in September. I think it will end up being one of them, but the font and layout will be left to the designer, so it's safe to say that the impression will be quite different. As for the songs included, the highlight this time is African Suite 1-3, which was remade in the 1990s based on three piano improvisations that premiered in 1980 (when I was 17 years old), and was further brushed up for this release. The performance at the time (1980) was recorded on a cassette tape, and it was transcribed by ear (not a perfect copy) and partially made into a score. A retake was made around 1994 (plus percussion, bass, etc.), and after another 30 years, the songs were rebuilt last year.

[itsaintmebabe]

crawling back to you

summary: joel and the reader (sarah’s mother) are reunited twenty years after the outbreak

pairing: joel miller x f!nurse!reader

notes: i think joel just needs a big hug tbh, let me know if you guys like it! i would love to take any requests you have too! <3

September 26, 2003 – Austin, Texas

It was Joel’s birthday, and everything felt like it was falling into place.

The morning sun was already peeking through the kitchen windows, casting a soft golden glow over the room. You had spent the last half hour preparing breakfast, just the way Joel liked it—scrambled eggs with hot sauce, crispy sausage, toast. Simple, but it was the little things that made these rare moments together count.

Sarah was in her usual spot, helping you in the kitchen, as she always did. She had a way of making everything feel more alive, even in the world they were living in. The world was getting darker by the day, but mornings like this? You still had them.

You glanced at the clock—8:15 a.m. You had been looking forward to this all week. The three of you together, just for a bit, before the chaos of the day pulled everyone in different directions.

Then the phone rang.

You wiped your hands on your apron as you picked it up. The hospital.

"Hi, y/n. We need you in the ER right away. We’re short-staffed, and things are getting worse by the minute. Can you come in?”

You froze. You weren’t supposed to be on shift today. It was Joel’s birthday, for God’s sake. But you knew the drill. The hospitals were always desperate for extra hands. And you knew, deep down, you couldn’t ignore the call.

You glanced at Joel, who had been staring at the phone, his face tightening. He didn't have to say anything. You could already tell he was disappointed. He had been holding onto the hope that today would be a rare day when he had you to himself.

“I’ll be there in twenty,” you said quietly, already grabbing your jacket.

Joel stood, his brows furrowed. He wanted to argue, but he didn’t. He understood. The world was on the edge of collapse, and people needed help. But there was a pang of guilt in his eyes that made you hesitate for a moment.

Sarah looked up from her seat, her voice quieter than usual. “Mom, you’ll be back in time for dinner, right? We’ll have your surprise ready.”

You forced a smile. “Of course. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

It was a lie. You didn’t know if you’d be back. You never knew anymore.

Joel kissed your forehead softly before you stepped out the door, his words lingering in the air, “Be careful.”

────୨ৎ────

September 26, 2003 – Austin Memorial Hospital

The moment you arrived at the hospital, you knew something was terribly wrong.

The usual hustle of the ER had been replaced by chaos. The hallways were full of people—patients with high fevers, delirious, some bleeding from strange bites. The air was thick with tension. You rushed through the sliding doors into the ER, your medical instincts kicking in, but the sight that greeted you was worse than anything you had ever prepared for.

The nurses were running back and forth, some of them already covered in blood. Doctors were trying to stabilize patients who were turning on them, bodies jerking, eyes wild with a hunger you couldn’t understand.

A nurse caught your eye as you ran to the supply closet. “We need help in trauma, now!” She was breathless, and her hands were shaking as she handed you gloves.

There was no time for questions. You just followed orders, working quickly, the hum of panic filling the air around you.

Then it happened. The first patient who wasn’t just sick, but something else. She stopped breathing, and the next thing you knew, she was attacking the staff, biting, clawing, her body contorting in ways that were unnatural.

“Shit,” one of the doctors muttered, backing away in horror.

You stepped back, horrified as the woman lunged at the next nurse, tearing into them like a feral animal. The sound of flesh tearing, the cries for help, it all became a blur.

“Get to the exit!” someone shouted, but it was too late. The chaos had already spread. The infected were everywhere. No one knew how to stop them.

You tried to help the injured, trying to keep everyone calm, but the situation spiraled out of control faster than anyone could comprehend. Within hours, the hospital was in ruins, and you found yourself running—escaping through hallways that once offered safety but now felt like a death sentence.

Your radio buzzed, a crackling voice telling everyone to evacuate immediately. You grabbed your medical bag, ready to run, but it felt like you were running through a nightmare.

The streets were no better. The air was thick with sirens, people screaming, and the distant sound of gunfire. You didn’t know where to go. You didn’t know if you’d ever see Joel or Sarah again.

────୨ৎ────

Twenty Years Later – Jackson, Wyoming

Joel didn’t believe in ghosts.

But when he saw you standing there, alive and breathing after all these years, he was forced to reconsider.

It was the same feeling he got when the world fell apart—the sudden rush of disbelief. His heart was beating so fast, he could hear it pounding in his ears. He had seen people he loved die. He had buried them. And you? He had buried you in his mind a long time ago, convinced you were gone.

And now, standing there in front of him, you were real.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. He felt like the floor was falling away beneath him.

"Joel," your voice was cracked, full of a pain that matched his own.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes—years of grief and longing, each moment stretching far beyond the seconds between you now.

He tried to move, tried to speak, but all he could do was stare, wide-eyed and shaking. “How... How are you—alive?”

You took a step closer, your hand reaching for him, but he recoiled instinctively. Not because he didn’t want you near, but because the years of loss, of uncertainty, had hardened him. He didn’t trust the reality of what was happening.

“I was in Austin. The outbreak... the hospitals were chaos.” You trailed off, struggling to hold back tears. “I tried to find you, Joel. I looked for you. I thought I was the only one left. I thought I... I lost you both.”

Joel closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. His voice was tight, like a pressure was building in his chest. “You’re here now. That’s... that’s all that matters.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head, your voice almost a whisper, “It’s not. I thought about you every single day. I don’t know how I survived it. But I kept thinking about you, thinking about Sarah, about what we were going to do... if I ever made it out.” Your voice trembled, the weight of the years pressing on you.

Joel took a long, shuddering breath, closing the space between you and pulling you into a tight hug. The emotion, the relief, the grief—it all hit him at once. His arms tightened around you like he was afraid you’d disappear again.

“I should’ve... I should’ve come for you. I should’ve found you,” he whispered against your hair, guilt flooding his veins. “I didn’t know, I thought you were—”

“You couldn’t have known. I know that, Joel.” You pulled back slightly, your hands resting on his chest, your eyes full of sorrow but also something else—something like understanding. “You didn’t stop thinking about me, did you?”

“No. I never did.”

There was no more space between you now, no more distance, just the sound of your breaths, both of you trying to breathe in the reality of it. Joel had been so sure he was alone, that he had lost everything. But here you were. Alive.

“I never stopped thinking about you, either,” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Joel pressed his forehead to yours, the grief in his eyes just as raw as your own. For a moment, it was just you and him, the world outside crashing in on itself, but it didn’t matter. Not now.

You had found each other. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

The years had shaped both of you, molded you into something new, but the pain didn’t go away. There was still so much lost, so much to mourn. But for now, you were together. And in a world like this one, that was a victory all on its own.

[bellaxgiornata]

Because I've been sick almost nonstop since September, I decided to make headcanons this morning for all of our men about when they're sick that absolutely nobody asked for. So below the cut are some of my thoughts on how Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Jax Teller, and Michael Kinsella would act/react to feeling under the weather and being taken care of.

Matt Murdock

Matt would never admit to being sick when he first started coming down with something. Doesn't matter how many times you called him out on it, he would play it off like he's just fine. "Sweetheart, you know I don't get sick."

Despite your protests, he'd still throw on the Devil suit and go out at night running around on the rooftops trying to keep Hell's Kitchen safe, even if he's got a runny nose and the beginning of a sore throat - and his Devil voice would be even more painful to put on because of that.

But in the morning when Matt woke up, he'd be a miserable mess. He would become a full on baby Capuchin monkey, wrapping himself around you in bed in search of comfort almost immediately. And when he'd hear you open your mouth to tell him "I told you so," he'd stop you with his nasally, "Don't even say it, sweetheart" before he buried his face against your neck and groaned in agony.

And he would be in agony because of his heightened senses, but he'd also be a bit disoriented when he really came down with something. The illness symptoms would mess with him - head/sinus congestion would throw off his sense of smell, taste, and hearing, all things he's used to using in order to navigate the world around him. On top of all of that, sore throats would feel like he was genuinely swallowing glass, and while he's already used to his whole body constantly being in pain from what he puts it through, the whole body ache from illness would just be another thing to make him desperate for comfort.

Matt is so used to no one caring for him since he's always the one looking out for the whole of Hell's Kitchen, that you'd most likely see a few genuine tears shed as you brought him glasses of water and medicine throughout the day (that he would make the most ridiculous faces at the flavor of). And you'd be subjected to repeated thank you's murmured against your skin because he'd be clinging to you wherever you went in the apartment for the duration of his illness.

Frank Castle

It would always be difficult to tell when Frank was coming down with something because the man would never admit to it. He'd still be waking up at the ass crack of dawn making a pot of coffee and going about his day like usual without giving a single thing away that let you know that he wasn't feeling good. So you'd have to learn the signs yourself - extra tissues suddenly filling the garbage, the sight of him wearing hoodies around the house when you know he already runs hot, showers that last just a few minutes longer than usual as if he was using the steam to clear up his congestion.

He'd deny it vehemently if you called him out on coming down with something, getting a deep furrow between his brows and that particular tone to his voice that always gave him away because it was just too sharp. "I'm not goddamn sick, honey. Stop fussin' over me, would ya?"

And he absolutely would hate it if you fussed over him. Trying to get him to take some medicine? "Don't need that shit. Told you I'm fine, alright?" Trying to take his temperature? You'd have to fight him to put the damn thing in his mouth for at least five minutes first and he'd be grumbling the whole time (and you'd have to keep reminding him to keep his mouth shut so you could get an accurate reading). Telling him to stay in bed or on the couch to rest for the day? You'd catch him out of the corner of your eye carrying a tool box through the house and have to do a double take and tell him to go sit down. "Tired of sitting down, doll, I've been doing it all damn day! "It's been twenty minutes, Frank! GO LAY BACK DOWN!" Bringing him tea with some honey and lemon in it to soothe his throat? "The hell is this shit? You know I only drink black coffee."

Frank is used to just powering through illness because of his time in the marines. His mentality is that he's got a job to do and he's going to do it, he doesn't want to sit around all day taking medicine and sleeping, he wants to be up and taking care of you and things around the house and something so small like being sick isn't going to stop him from doing exactly that.

Jax Teller

Even sick with a cold, Jax would still be stubborn as hell. He'd wake up in the morning and roll out of bed before hopping in the shower with every intention of going to the clubhouse to deal with business for the day like nothing was wrong. Except he'd be moving slower than normal and communicating in strictly grunts and grumbles instead of his usual "Mornin', baby" sleepily and affectionately muttered against the back of your neck which you usually always either heard in bed as he's spooning you when you woke, while you're making the morning coffee in the kitchen, or as you're getting dressed for the day.

The only way you'd get Jax to stay home, take care of himself, and relax would be to out-logic him. "You know I gotta go in, darlin'. The guys need me, I've got shit to run. Can't just take a goddamn sick day, SAMCRO ain't like that." "And what happens when all of the patched members get sick, hmm? Or when all the girls at Diosa or Redwoody get sick and they can't film or fuck? Then what, Jackson? Chibs and Bobby can handle things today."

Jax would absolutely hate having to make the call to tell the guys he was taking a day at home because he's sick. He'd be sitting out on the back porch talking on the phone with a cigarette in his hand, rolling his eyes in irritation as they called him a pussy. But instead of some insult in return, you'd overhear him snap back with "Gotta problem with it? Then I'd like to see you take it up with my ol' lady, brother." And you'd know damn well that would have the guys quieting down because they knew better than to mess with you when it came to Jax's wellbeing.

Despite the fight he'd put up in the morning, Jax would actually love a whole day sitting around at home with you fussing over him. He'd be sprawled out on the couch with a lazy little grin on his lips as you brought him glasses of water, medicine, and soup all day. He'd chuckle warmly and always give you a "I'm fine, darlin', really," but deep down he'd be so goddamned pleased to have your constant attention. And he'd find any excuse to grab you and force you down on the couch to cuddle with him, sighing softly when your fingers gently carded through his hair as he held you close. But you can damn well bet that even sick, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to slide his hand down to palm you over your pants at some point, chuckling when you shot out a "You're sick, Jackson!" and responding with "Never too sick for that, baby."

Michael Kinsella

Michael would be the literal suffer in silence type. You'd know he was sick - he wouldn't deny it if you asked because he'd never lie to you - but he also wouldn't ask for any help. He'd still get up and try to do the laundry and dishes even when you tried to shoo him away to his bed. "M'fine, pet. Don't wanna leave ya to do everythin' fer me 'cause I'm comin' down with somethin'. S'no big deal, really."

He's not used to having someone wanting to fuss over him and care for him because no one in his family ever really has besides Birdy. Trying to take his temperature, bringing him soup that you made, and making sure he's taking medicine around the clock would have him feeling awkward, which would result in him always trying to brush you away because he feels like he's just adding to your list of chores for the day. And if there's anything Michael would hate, it's feeling like he's a burden, so you'd have to repeatedly reassure him that caring for him when he's sick is normal.

Michael would try to avoid you throughout the day as much as possible because he'd be worried about getting you sick, so much so that it would drive you nuts. "Sofa is fine, love. Don't wanna get my germs in the bedroom sleepin' in there." "Shouldn't be tryin' to kiss me, pet. Don't want ya catchin' what I have." "Ya shouldn't be sittin' out here with me watchin' television. I'd feel like shite if ya got sick 'cause of me, pet."

The Kinsellas would still be calling him while he was trying to rest at home and every time you heard the phone ring, you'd feel compelled to pull it out of his hands and tell them to leave him alone for the day. Because you know even sick, Michael would pull himself together to go help with whatever was asked of him for his family. But you would delight in telling them off for his sake - especially if it was Amanda.

[black-fist-order]

"In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing 'Amazing Grace' in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.

"These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.

"And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.

"The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. We never have had such a cheap counterfeit of a president* as currently occupies the office. We never have had a president* so completely deserving of scorn and yet so small in the office that it almost seems a waste of time and energy to summon up the requisite contempt.

"Watch how a republic dies in the empty eyes of an empty man who feels nothing but his own imaginary greatness, and who cannot find in himself the decency simply to shut up even when it is in his best interest to do so. Presidents don't have to be heroes to be good presidents. They just have to realize that their humanity is our common humanity, and that their political commonwealth is our political commonwealth, too.

Watch him behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."

- Charles Pierce

[boxturret]

Bionicle 2: Mysteries of Metru Nui

There are many, many parts of B2 that don't really stand up to scrutiny, but one of the most odd was Vakama's reaction to one of his earlier visions. Its at 14 minutes in if this video also at some point gets scrubbed from the internet in the ongoing censorship campaign.

UPDATE: The youtube upload of TLOMN that was referenced here has seemingly been removed since this post was written.

Vakama says that "[He] saw it, Metru-Nui was destroyed!" but even as a child I was confused by this statement, as the images shown in the vison the city looked fine, just a bit....purple.

There have long been rumors that this was a hasty, last minute edit, that originally the destruction was more explicitly depicted.

Someone that claims to have in their possession the movie contacted me recently about their experience trying to release it.

I don't know how I got my hands on the DVD, its just been something I had around all my childhood. I don't know if someone my family knew were affiliated with Bionicle, or Creative Capers, if I had known I would have bragged about it constantly LOL. So for my childhood this WAS Legends of Metru Nui for me, it wasn't until adulthood, and me getting back in to the Bionicle fan communities during COVID that I came across the version uploaded youtube and Biomedia Project. [...] So when I had the chance to go back to my parents a few months later I was able to dig out the old DVD I watched back then and ripped it. So as a joke, last BIO Day I thought I'd upload the movie in full to see if anyone would notice the change. [...] Then a few months ago I get an email from youtube that the video was copyright claimed by Lego and it had been taken down, I was really shocked.

He was kind enough to send me a copy of the email, and its genuine.

His youtube account was heavily penalised, and as the account has a lot of important things uploaded to it he didn't wish to risk it by trying again.

He sent me a phone video of the scene in question as proof.

As you can see, instead of simply being covered in a purple fog, the coliseum itself is exploding and collapsing.

The quality is poor, and the audio nearly impossible to make out, but if you compare it to the released version, the explosion might even still be in the final sound mix, just obfuscated to be the sound of a thunder clap.

Now, why was this hasty edit made? Most theories point to 9/11.

The September 11th terrorist attacks on the World Trade center in 2001 was very shocking and traumatised much of the united states of america. Some things released closer to the time were hastily edited to remove any imagery that might call back to it, for one Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty had a whole sequence from the ending where the giant Arsenal Gear crashed though much of Manhattan stopping just short of the Twin Towers cut at the last moment.

Now you may ask, "MGS2 came out in 2001, but B2 was 2004 why was it still censored" but that's simple, 9/11 left deep scars in the us psyche, even 2002's Lord of the Rings the Two Towers was heavily criticised in some circles for the sensational name trying to cash in on the tragedy, even though the book it was based on was nearly 60 years old. So its not outside of the realm of possibility that even in 2004 a piece of children's media featuring such a scene would be deemed in bad taste.

Even today, the long dead Bionicle fan site Bionicle Zone Power reactivates once a year to pay respects to the tragedy.

Now as to why TLG or someone at least posing as them would be so fanatical and judicious about this version of the film being released to the public, that's anyone's guess.

So that is the story of the weird scene in Bionicle 2: The Legend of Metru Nui. If only all of the nonsensical scenes in that film could be so thoroughly explained.

[hidefan]

Imagine you are a person who enjoys watching TV after a long day to decompress and be entertained for an hour or two without having to think too much. One day you discover this new show with Angela Basset and Connie Britton and decide to give it a chance. And wow, Athena's a badass! The emergencies are fun, the characters are very likeable, you keep watching. You are a little ambivalent about Buck at first, but he grows on you. You are sad when Abby leaves and breaks Buck's heart, so you hope Buck finds a nice girl to settle with eventually.

Years later, you learn this show you like is now on ABC. As usual, you are hooked with the opening emergency and excited for a new season. Then you see Buck kissing a man and get very confused. Why is he doing that? You've never even considered that Buck could be anything but straight, not even once. Isn't he always chasing girls? So he's suddenly gay? Well, no, he says he still likes women, so now he apparently likes men too. You're not sure about this new development, but whatever, this Tommy guy is charming and cool and seems very nice, and Buck looks really happy, and all of his friends and family are happy for him, even Bobby says he approves, so yeah, you guess you don't mind he has a boyfriend now, maybe he's just trying new things and soon he'll be with a new girl, or maybe this time it will work out, who knows, Tommy calling Buck Evan feels special.

You don't think about the show until September, when it's back on your TV. Okay, so Buck is still with that guy, they are cutesy and seem to really like each other, you realize you actually like them together. Tommy seems to care about Buck a lot, he looks at him like he hung the moon, he doesn't care Buck's face is full of boils or that he's convinced he's cursed, they are fun and adorable together. You see Buck saying that it's the people you love that makes life worth living while looking adoringly at Tommy, not with those words, but with that sentiment. You are glad Buck's finally found his person. And to be honest, you were a little tired of seeing him in a failed relationship after another, so this is great.

Then you see the next episode. Oh, they both dated Abby? Okay, it's a little weird, but just last season Eddie hooked up with his late wife's doppelgänger, so not the most soap opera-y thing this show has done, and it's normal a couple goes through a little bit of drama.

You see Buck say all of these things:

"Yes, I care about him a lot and his needs and wants are as important as mine."

"I don't like what he did to Abby, but I understand why he did it and I see myself having a future with him."

"Until now, Abby was my most important relationship. Now it's Tommy."

"I'm ready to take the next step with him, so I'd really like us to live together."

"It's still soon, but a future engagement and marriage are absolutely on the table."

"My first same-sex relationship can be my endgame."

"Why be apart when we can be together."

And Tommy says he wants more than anything to be Buck's last. So wow, okay! This is serious!

Then you get extremely confused when they break up. Weren't they just happy together a minute ago? Weren't they literally saying to each other how much they want a future together? They haven't said I love you yet, but the sentiment is absolutely there, no?

You usually don't think a lot about the show between one episode and the next, but this time you log on your Facebook and leave a message on the official page. "Hey, why did Buck and Tommy break up if they were so happy together? This feels so sudden and strange. I'd like to see more of this relationship!" You see more comments like yours, so it looks like more people think the same, it's not just you.

You don't read interviews. You are not on social media theorising about couch metaphors or the significance of certain wardrobe colors and you've never heard the words 'media literacy'. You just watch the show and saw a happy couple that you had already warmed up to break up for no reason at all and that left you confused and disappointed. You just don't have the energy to see Buck trying again with a different person, if it was bound to be another failed relationship why bother having Buck in a relationship with a man in the first place? Why so much effort in make you care about Tommy if it was for nothing?

But okay, Buck is baking constantly because he wants to reach out to Tommy, and Tommy also wants to reach out, and then you remember Maddie and Chimney also broke up and then got back together, and didn't Hen cheat on Karen all those years ago and they got past it? Surely if an infidelity wasn't a dealbreaker, Buck and Tommy can fix their issues. So they'll probably get back together when the show comes back, you think, especially now that Buck's best friend is leaving and oh, something is happening to Maddie too? Well, he's definitely gonna need the support of the man he loves, you conclude. Knowing this is how this show does drama, you don't think any more about it until it gets back months later.

And when the show comes back in March, it's possible you don't remember Tommy is a firefighter too, it's been too long since the last time it was mentioned. So maybe that's why the 217 shows up in an emergency and his name is mentioned.

And maybe you also forgot he was a pilot firefighter, so maybe that's why there's an helipad involved.

Because maybe those things are gonna be important for the emergency at the end of the season. Or maybe they won't. But you don't know nor care because you are not constantly obsessing about the show like we do, lol.

[ms-newvegas]

Weight loss talk under the cut — about personal progress

Since September 2022 I have lost 88 pounds!! These pictures are ~2017, 2023, and today. Fucking incredible.

I can’t believe the progress I’ve made mentally emotionally and physically to get here. I am able to live more of my life and do more hobbies/activities that bring me a lot of joy, I’m better at my job in a way that benefits my residents, I’ve discovered new passions and interests.

The only downside I can think of is that my knees are SO DAMN COLD now!! Also I had to rebreak in my birkenstock clogs from last winter, which I didn’t expect at all, but my feet are like half a size smaller now.

The amount of times I have repeated to myself “you do not have to eat yourself to death because someone hurt you when you were a child” and it has worked. Had to hear it a million and two times but i made myself believe it and then act on it

[xmads-omensx]

Ooh can i request a Folio x fem reader? Maybe she is a soldier and she comes to one of their shows to surprise him after many months of being deployed?

Pairing: Nick Folio X Reader

CW: swearing, long distnace relationship

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Your absence had been hard on Folio.

You were both used to the distance between the two of you over your relationship since he toured a lot and the fact that you got sent out for deployment more often than you would like.

It was hard work getting your relationship to work.

But you loved each other so it didn’t matter the distance.

The boys were off in Australia for tour, somewhere that you had always wanted to visit.

This tour (albeit short) was the hardest one yet.

The two of you had spent so much time together over Bad Omens’ break that you had moth become accustomed to the other being around.

You had been sent out for deployment towards the end of September, so by the time your rolled around, it had been about five months since you last saw your boyfriend.

As your deployment was nearing its end, you hatched a plan.

With Matt’s help, you booked some plane tickets to Australia and planned to fly out and surprise your boyfriend.

The plan was that you would arrive in the early hours of the morning so that you could get some sleep before going to surprise Folio before the show.

However, a series of unfortunate events tried to stop you.

You were all packed and ready to go when your lieutenant called you in for a quick meeting about your time off, so you hurriedly changed back into your uniform before scurrying off to meet him.

Then, when you arrived in the airport (still in your uniform since you didn’t have enough time to change) you checked in and headed to the gate only to find that your flight had been delayed.

“Fuck” you muttered under your breath.

Thankfully, after that there were no more delays, but you did have to Uber straight to the venue instead of catching a quick nap.

The venue was packed which didn’t surprise you.

Luckily, Alana caught a glimpse of you and hurried you backstage to watch the remainder of the set.

As usual, they were absolutely crushing it.

Noah noticed you first, walking over to give you a quick hug during the break between songs.

Jolly and Nicholas did the same over the next couple of songs.

Then the unexpected happened.

“Tonight is very special actually.” Noah spoke into the microphone. “We have a very exciting guest here with us tonight.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement, hoping for a surprise guest appearance from ERRA or HEALTH coming on stage to play their favourite songs.

“Folio.” Noah said, turning back around to face the drummer. “When did you last see Y/N?”

Realisation crossed his face as he understood what Noah was saying.

“Come down here dude.”

The crowd cheered as Folio walked down to where Noah was standing.

Noah simply pointed backstage to where I stood with a smile.

Folio didn’t say anything, he just ran towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug.

“Holy fucking shit.” He whispered.

I could feel tears hitting my neck from where his face was buried.

“I missed you.” I said softly, my voice catching with emotion.

“I love you.”

[the-haunted-office]

Doom doesn't press Sylvester when he asserts that he can manage showering on his own. She just nods and says, "Okay," and then waits for him to close the door behind him after entering the bathroom before getting up out of the chair and gathering up the bowl and everything on the cart to wheel it out of there.

She checks around the room to make sure there isn't anything she's forgetting before she leaves, though. The Office is a big building, ten floors plus a basement of room upon room upon room, all this without the ghosts and dimensional anomalies and man in the ceiling (aka Cyrus). Not to mention, it wouldn't do for him to go looking for a way out of the building and to actually get outside - not because she doesn't want him to leave, but because there are genuinely dangerous things outside that could cause him real harm or even kill him.

Before leaving him to his peace, Doom spawns in a piece of paper and a pen and writes a note for him. She leaves it on his pillow, where he should easily find it.

It reads:

Sylvester,

Hope your shower went well and that you can get some good sleep.

You are in room 266. My room is 218. Not too far from where you are. If you leave your room and need me, just follow the numbers and they'll lead you to my room. Doesn't matter what time of day, just knock on my door. If I'm not in there, then call for Cyrus, he will be able to hear you anywhere in the office. I will probably be in there, though, or will come by to check on you later.

If you're hungry or need medical supplies, head to the fourth floor employee lounge. Again, Cyrus can direct you there or you can come get me. Or if you want to get there on your own, just walk to the end of the hallway you're in and you'll see an elevator. Go to the fourth floor, follow the main hallways. We've marked them with signs to show the way. Eat whatever you want, it's all good.

You might come across other people in the office. They live here too. All are safe and my friends, except James, he's an idiot, he does anything weird, tell me and I'll take care of it. I thought it might also be a good idea to give you a head's up that the office has ghosts in it too - actual ghosts, I'm not joking or using metaphors, they are literal ghosts. There's Stanley who is a sort of shadow person and Timmy, but you probably won't see him, he spends most of his time outside in the garden. September is a giant monster looking ghost, can't miss her, looks scary as hell but she will not hurt you. None of them will. They just live here.

One last thing, please don't go outside without someone with you, it's not safe. There are things outside of the office that can hurt you.

We can talk more tomorrow if you like. Have a good sleep.

Doomsday

That task complete, Doom takes the cart, opens a portal to the employee lounge, pushes it through, and closes it behind her. She decides to make some sandwiches and some easy to grab things to put up in the fridge for if her guest decides to come out of his room looking for food later.

There is a sense of guilt about having somebody else care for him. It makes him uneasy. Every bit of kindness and care he's experienced these past years has been either a transaction of sorts or a tool to manipulate him. If they've been kind to him once then that means they get to subject him to an array of cruelties after, because he owes them and he just has to grin and bear it. Even if that isn't the case here, and he hopes it isn't, he finds it hard to truly relax. The tension runs deep.

He glances at her as she speaks, remaining quiet. Seems neither of them really know what to say. Sylvester reflexively wants to apologize, though he isn't sure what for. Probably just for being there. Being an inconvenience. Requiring any kind of care at all. Existing.

"Thank you, I think I will manage as long as I am careful and move slowly." Yes, taking off his shirt and putting on a new one probably would be much easier if he asked for help, but he can do it himself, it will just take a bit longer and may hurt a bit more. He's willing to endure both of those things if it means he can avoid asking for help. She's already done far too much. "Right, then I will go do that. Thank you." He can't help but thank her again as he moves to the shower.

It takes a moment for him to remove his clothes, but he manages it and the shower does make him feel better. The warm water makes him feel human again. It's wild how something so mundane can have such an effect on how one feels. This whole situation has been great at making him feel like a person again, it's something he reflects on as he arrives back in the original room after his shower. The bed is calling his name, and he's warm and clean and dressed in fresh pajamas... He's more relaxed than he has been in months. He carefully eases himself into the bed, drifting off almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[peach-sea]

Cringetober Day 1. Screenshot Redraw

inspired by this early eah scene where raven "lets her bad side out" playing guitar and my cousin and I go "apple's probably losing it" and then they cut to her and she's making this face ↓

[buttercupshands]

[But unlike you, who gave up on your wish, and almost destroyed the world in the process...]

[I gave up on my wish, and destroyed myself.]

[And made another wish instead.]

and the alternative (I don't want people to break their necks or let phones be crushed!)

[wizardlymilf]

they've been slowly creeping into my brain again

separate drawings below cut

[amaranthdahlia]

happy holidays everybody ! i dont have anything on theme to celebrate with, so instead have this months worth of kudoichi art :] !

[i recently got an ipad for christmas so im practicing using a stylus for the first time and also procreate :D this is one of my practice sketches]

[two types of people after the end of a month long gay situationship]

[so i have this kinda cheesy headcanon where since kudou called afo demon lord in chapter 407, what if he ....... hear me out......... calls yoichi 'angel' ...... atleast by accident]

[redraw meme from twt]

[all of these is to contribute to a rarepair poll from twitter (which btw, they won, only after a series of botting from the other side and drama lmao)]

[some miscellaneous stuff]

[below are some kdch au doodles]

[tallichi has hit the 2nd tower again]

[kudoichi fankids from an undisclosed family au about kdch being katsuki's great grandparents, which is not related to any of the family aus ive posted before (bc god am i Obsessed with designing fankids, these two arent even the only ones, theres 5 more kids that i havent drawn yet. and if ur wondering why that amount, this just to follow the ofa user count. and to also reinforce the thing where the much older generation had so many kids back then LMAO)]

commissions

[didoleonina]

My first Aegon vs the last one :')