#ummmmmm yeah

[cookiemasterson]

posting this to tumblr myself before someone inevitably reposts it. hi pacesetter fans 

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Doing another random word generator little one shot cuz I feel like writing just not ready to commit to updating my fic

Ok this one was just handed to me…

Caitlyn’s exasperation was written all over her face as she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, sinking uncouthly into her desk chair.

It was new and entirely too expensive, a gift from her father as a congratulations on promotion to her position of Sheriff.

She would never admit that deep down she believes the exorbitant amount of gold spent on something as simple as a chair was worth it, even considering the heating and cooking settings.

Caitlyn wished she wasn’t sitting somehow both comfortably and uncomfortably in her office, surrounding by mountains of paperwork, instead of out on the field with her team.

She missed the adrenaline and the weight of her rifle always on her, unfortunately trading it for a sore wrist and not in the fun way some would imagine.

Caitlyn sighs into the empty air. Everything was under control. Access to shimmer was progressively becoming more and more difficult, Jinx seemed much less active and Piltover was almost completely recovered from the attack, carefully dodging the anticipated war by the width of a hair.

But Caitlyn did not, could not, feel relieved. Not when if she takes one wrong move, shifts her finger a little too far to the right or places her foot a little too far to the left, everything will fall apart again.

But even with the load on her shoulders, she breathes. It’s shaky and unsure and full of fear, but a breath all the same.

Caitlyn’s ready to get back to her working on chopping down her own personal forest when someone bursts through her door.

She doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is. There’s only one person who would forget the common courtesy that is knocking.

“Cupcake, there’s a problem.”

Trying to get Vi to address Caitlyn by her proper title, especially at work, was an unnecessary struggle, maybe even worse than attempting to convince her to wear her uniform. Caitlyn had given up long ago.

“There’s always a problem, Vi, you will have to elaborate,” Caitlyn sighs, dropping her pen to run firm fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp before fully taking out her updo and tying her hair back up into a clean ponytail.

Vi plops herself down on one of the chairs in front of Caitlyn’s desk. “None of the assholes out there are listening to me even though I’m in fucking charge of them. And I know there’s a stupid hands off rule and I can’t just shove ‘em around a bit to get it through their thick skulls who they answer to.”

Caitlyn watches Vi lean forward in frustration as she explains, a certain glint in her eye telling her there’s something that she’s missing, straightening herself up as she prepares to address the situation.

Vi was not just angry, but hurt. A deeper frustrated than the shallow scars now healed on her skin.

“How did you approach them?”

“Like a fucking normal person. Even tried using the dumb examples you gave at training.”

“And how did they respond?”

That’s when Vi pauses, blowing a gust of air out from her puffed out cheeks and past her lips.

She chews on the inside of her mouth with flared nostrils before speaking. “They fucking laughed in my face and told me to run back to you to take my official place as your lap dog.”

Caitlyn’s frown is deep, her eyebrows diving down to meet the bridge of her nose.

She breathes. It’s angry and feels like one step closer to a loud and incredibly unprofessional shout, but a breath all the same.

Caitlyn stands and Vi watches her intently. “And I did exactly that when they weren’t looking.”

Caitlyn carries herself around the table carefully, her blinking and the rise and fall of her chest slow, calculated.

Training herself to be steady, the same way Grayson was, was much harder than she imagined. She never lost her passion, letting the screams and yells out in the privacy of her own bedroom, sometimes with Vi keeping her company.

Caitlyn stands beside where Vi slouches, her body facing her but her face not following suit.

“Would you like to know what I think?”

“What, Cupcake?” Vi inquired back,

“I believe that you underestimate your authority,” Caitlyn says matter-of-a-factly, feeling Vi’s gaze on her. “It’s difficult to make people believe how powerful you are when you don’t even believe it yourself.” Caitlyn finally meets Vi’s eyes, a kind smile, only discernible enough for her beloved partner, on her lips as she does so. “So, what do you want to do to them? Other than bash their teeth in.”

Vi’s chuckle is deep, slowly taking Caitlyn’s hand that previously rested on her knee into her own palm. “I wanna fire them so hard they shit their pants.”

That forces a laugh out of Caitlyn’s throat, a snort joining in.

Vi’s grin is wider, the sound of Caitlyn’s newly developed ease contagious.

Caitlyn takes her other hand to cup Vi’s cheek and stroke the small tattoo under her eye, soft and gentle, pulling the tension and deep seeded frustration out of Vi’s muscles, allowing her to lean into the touch. “So what are you going to do, officer?”

Vi lets herself enjoy the feeling of Caitlyn’s palm and her ever relaxing presence before she stands, her smirk growing confident.

Before she leaves the Sheriff’s office, she presses a grateful kiss to her knuckles and pairs it with a sly wink.

“Don’t cause too much trouble now, darling.”

“Can’t make any promises, baby.”

[lunarw0rks]

need to be locked in a cage so bad by soap

[harvsbian]

diptych (dip•tych) : a work made up of two matching parts

[layne-thepencilthing]

moots can we please please please do inbox trick or treating??? (unless you don't do halloween in which case thats totally cool) i just think it would be super fun and whimsical and stuff >_<

[fyodoro]

Wish i could tell ya i’ve been writing but all i’ve done these past few days is play splatoon 3 and totk, hang out with my gf, and visit the animal shelter🤝 dor’s productive era

[shepscapades]

Maybe now would be a good time to mention that Etho doesn’t technically join hermitcraft until after the start of Double Life… which means. Yeah dbhc Etho is still in reset-mode for the entirety of Double Life (this is about equally upsetting as it is genuinely hilarious)

(Despite being explicitly told not to force Etho to re-deviate by Xisuma and Doc, and after roughly a month of no luck, I’m sure you can imagine the impatience and desperation that went into Bdubs’ decision to sign Etho up for the next life series, considering the last one was the last time Bdubs really saw Etho. Or. As himself anyway.)

[bbyteach]

Is this too 🌶️ for tumblr… let’s find out

[00o9sv]

n sketch for the day 😋👍

[brandedgun]

Ahaha !! we're both going to hell.

[orangekittyenergy]

Help…I’ve gone down a rabbit hole of my own making! What have I done 😆

(You know I had to add a slutty version in there)

[sholmeser]

good to see you home in one piece!

[an-absolute-ghoul]

Do you think he dances at the pink pony club?

[codgod-moved]

VOTE JIMMY

[netherknit]

beefed my first leaf

[aliferousdreamer]

i'm sorry the umbrella academy did what?????