#uhh help

[scarecrowgoat]

haha my xppen is not receiving any signal and it's my only screen haha haha

[kat-in-a-pan]

This is going to be a bit of a rant, so feel free to skip if you want.

So I spent the past week/week and a half house sitting and tonight is when she comes back… I really don’t want to be at home with my soon to be ex step father. The only things I have for me at home is my bed, my brother, and my dog, other than that I have no reason to be home. And I’m kinda mad about it, cause then I’ll just go back to being holed up in my room doing schoolwork that takes me three times as long to do as I have no motivation to get school work done, which also doesn’t help that I don’t have a set spot in my room to do school work… I’m working on cleaning my room and seeing if I can move things around to fit a small desk in there. Also, I applied for a new job last night (which is finally in the health care career field) and I have an interview tomorrow morning! I’m really hoping that I get the job as it’ll help give me the extra money to finally get a car for myself and get things that I want/need. I can also go wherever I want so I won’t be forced to sleep at my moms, I can make the 20 minute trip to my dads and take my brother and his friends wherever they want to go.

I guess my biggest worry is, I also work part time at a retail job and I’ve been here for over a year now. I’ve made connections with my managers and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to leave, but then there’s another of me that wants to turn in my 2 weeks and say bye. But there are some days of the week (Wednesdays for example) that other than managers, I’m the only other person that can work Wednesday mornings. I am also the support key holder so I can be a manager when they absolutely need me, but I’m tired of being the only associate that actually shows up for their shift AND works the whole shift, I’m not lazy, I constantly preform how they want me to, I get tasks done that I get told to do, I can pick up shifts from others that call off 99% of the time, everyone prefers working with me, and customers enjoy when I help them. So my question is, do I put in my 2 weeks (if I do get the job) or do I talk to my managers about having set days that I can work? I honestly have no clue what to do… help please…

And if you’ve read this far, thank you so much

[emthimofnight]

aight chill man no one is gonna take him from you fr

[officiallydoubtful]

Y’know those evil personas that Youtubers had back in like 2017 or so? I love the idea of those. I think we should bring back using opposite names as like our 'evil persona'. I'll go first, hello everyone, my name is InformallyCertain! Awful to meet you, now I'm off to kick a puppy, or whatever it is evil people do!!

[wishfulsketching]

Well, I tried to doodle the team. And Thor and [insert any goa'uld here, they're all just wormies]

Drawing actors is scary

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

[somie]

Let damian be more cringe

[solardrake]

Delivering mail to the furthest corners of the server ✉✈

[myeoomski]

ddvau grian i guess

i like messing w colors

alt/boring one under cut

[setmeatopthepyre]

Third Act [ now also on Ao3]

They've just evacuated the last of the factory workers when Incident Command calls for total evacuation. Structural integrity can no longer be guaranteed, everybody out. Eddie, who has their patient's other arm draped over his shoulders as they help the man limp to the nearest ambulance, grins at Buck. "Now that's what I call perfect timing."

"Yeah," Buck agrees, maybe a beat too slow, distracted by the number on the turnouts that just darted past them. The name under the 217 started with the wrong letter, the person's shoulders too narrow, height not quite right. Not that he's looking. Not that he's been looking. Not that it would matter if he was. With the enormity of the factory and the spread of the fire they have on their hands, the chances of running into a particular individual are small. Besides, if he's here, he's more than likely at the other end of the staging area, with the helicopters that are being refueled and awaiting instruction. Not that Buck's been looking. Or paying attention to any of that. At all.

They've just handed over their patient to the paramedics when their radios crackle to life once more, this time to confirm that all first responders who had entered the building are safe and accounted for.

"Thank God."

Buck turns to find Bobby has come up behind them, has clapped a hand on Eddie's shoulder, a relieved smile lighting up his face under his helmet. And. Yeah. Buck smiles with him, feels terrible for a moment for being so preoccupied when he should just be damn grateful for how their day - night, now - has panned out. Despite the enormous structure, despite how fast the fire spread, despite the upgrade from a three to a four alarm fire when it became incredibly clear the building was not up to code, despite the flammable materials housed in the far end of the structure, (despite the whir of helicopter blades overhead reminding Buck of him, despite the way he had to force himself not to stop and listen when a headcount for the 217 went out over the radio) they got everyone out alive. Some of the factory workers were in critical condition, others would be touch-and-go for a while, but they got them out alive and that was all any of them could ask for.

Perhaps it was too big an ask.

There had been a few moments in Buck's life in which he'd wondered if the universe had it out for him, was just waiting for him to be happy, let down his guard a little, so that it could pull the rug out from under him and send him sprawling. Choking on breadsticks on Valentine's Day. Choking on blood at his own welcome back party. Choking on his own nickname in his own loft as. As he walked out the door.

It feels like he's choking again. Buck watches the faces around him fall when dispatch tells them they were wrong, that there's still two people inside, on the top floor. When the IC responds that there's nothing to be done, the lower floors are ready to cave in, it's too unsafe. When a familiar voice crackles over the radio, saying there's a chance, if they land a helicopter on the roof, get the last two people out from there. That he'll do it.

"Absolutely not, firefighter pilot Kinard. That roof is ready to go any minute now, and you want to land a bird on it? That's a suicide mission. Stand down, that's an order."

There's a static crackle, as if someone, as if he, is weighing his options before he speaks. Buck doesn't breathe. Doesn't think he could if he wanted to.

"If there's any chance they can be saved, I have to try."

And Bobby meets his eyes, still tries, "Buck-", but they both know there's no version of this moment in which Buck doesn't grimace apologetically, doesn't turn, doesn't run faster than he's ever ran before.

He's gone, long strides, lungs burning, everyone and everything he passes a blur. He bumps into someone, yells "Sorry!", he thinks, isn't actually sure that's what he does, eyes set on the rotor blades looming dark against the orange cast of the fire in the distance. It's hard to tell if they're moving, what with how the light shifts in the dark, what with how his vision has become narrowed to that single point, and the dull roar in his ears could be his own blood pounding, could be the commotion that comes with a scene like this, could the be panic rising like bile in his throat.

For one insane moment, he thinks he can hear the sweeping crescendo of an orchestra, thinks, hysterically, like sprinting through an airport in the third act of a romcom. Thinks, I should tell Tommy. Realizes what he's hearing is that dull roar shifting into the high whine of rotor blades gaining momentum and thinks, Oh, god, Tommy. And then, in a blink, he's fighting the dust in his eyes and being buffeted by wind and his hands find purchase on the titanium hull and he's hauling himself inside.

With the wind gone, it's like he's suspended in stillness for a moment. Stillness, not silence, because helicopters are loud and the sound is everywhere, like a physical sensation. Or maybe that's just how it feels to be in close proximity with Tommy again. Tommy, who is staring straight ahead, punching buttons, flipping a switch, and Buck isn't sure Tommy's even aware of his presence until Tommy's reaching back, headset in hand, not looking at him at all, gaze still firmly on the dashboard.

Even when Buck has the headset on, the roar of the engine finally dropping away, Tommy doesn't acknowledge him immediately. The set of his shoulders is stiff, determined, defensive. He lets out a sigh. "What are you doing here, Buck?"

Buck carefully ignores the name, ignores the way Tommy still can't look at him. Squares his shoulders, even if Tommy can't see it. "I'm going with you."

There is a moment in which Tommy doesn't respond, simply finishes the last of his pre-flight checks. When he speaks, his voice is carefully deadpan. "You know we're probably going to die out there."

Buck can't help it, shoots back before he can think about it. "Figured this way I can prove I want you to be my last."

It works. Finally, Tommy turns. Meets his eyes. Breathes out. "Evan."

And Buck knows it's a ridiculous moment to smile, but it's like a weight falls away from him and he can feel his chest expand in a way it hasn't been able to since "See you around, Buck."

"Like you said," he amends. "If there's a chance at all, I have to try."

Buck doesn't think he's imagining the spark of hope in Tommy's eyes, the twitch of a smile, before Tommy turns back to his controls and the ground falls away beneath them.

[tsarjozinzbazin]

husbands!!

[sneeblbop]

uhhh uhhhhhh idk if this has been drawn before

[demi-pixellated]

Fortune Hunter Taash

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

pt. 3 of two dumb boys trying to keep their girl roommate alive is when Lucy passes out and they carry her up the stairs and put her in bed and then LEAVE HER while they go hunt ghosts, but leave a glass of water with a note that says “drink me” because if she passed out she might not know what to do with a glass of water. And then getting two pieces of bread out for her so she remembers to eat.

[emedeme]

The Ithaca Saga is probably my favorite from EPIC so I had to draw something for my girl Penelope! I haven't done an animatic since forever but here it is ~