#we're giving season 2 happy endings dammit!

[soupandtissues]

 A Cold for Three

Fluffy fic for Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie with some 12 days of Sickmas prompts thrown in for good measure.

A Cold for Three

Sylvie slipped behind the Roxxcart and through a time door into the soft warmth on the other side.  She could have gone to a store that wasn’t in the middle of a hurricane, but nostalgia got the better of her, and she blamed Mobius for letting her go soft.  Still she took out the medicine she’d bought, in flavours she knew they liked just in case, along with at least four boxes of tissues; spreading everything out on the living room table.

“Sylvie, you’re home early,” Loki said, coming out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, Jack let me go early I…ihh’ISSHhiew!”

“Bless you, and you’re wet.”

There was a flash of green as he dried her clothes.

“I stopped off for some supplies and-ahh-and-ahh’AHISShew!”

“You too hmm?”

She looked at him property then, taking in his watery eyes and red nose and sighed.  She had really hoped she’d be the only one.

“You said we were gods, Loki, why do we still have to deal with this?”

He shrugged. “I don’t make the rules of the universe I just keep them running.”

He rubbed at his nose, smiling at the glowing green branches growing in pots and spreading out around the room.

She rolled her eyes and headed to their bedroom. “I’m getting changed.”

Loki went back to the kitchen and checked the pot he had simmering on the stove.  Deeming it ready he ladled the soup into three bowls and set them out on the table as well.  The steam set his nose running though and he quickly opened one of the boxes of tissues and pressed them to his nostrils as they had begun to flare.

“huhh’ESHHHh! IESHUHhh! Ehh..hehh’HEASSUHuhh!”

As he blew his nose Sylvie returned in her pajamas and smiled at the soup.

“Thanks for doing this, but I still can’t believe you took up cooking, Loki.”

“I have to keep my skills sharp,” he answered, spinning a small blade in his palm before vanishing his daggers once more.

“And make terrible puns.”

“A bad influence of the folksy dope I’m afraid.”

“I heard that.”

They turned as Mobius came in and the familiar orange door faded behind him.

“Uhh’URSSHhuh! MMPSHHShuh!”

Mobius stumbled with the force of the sneezes, barely catching them against his sleeve.  Loki held him by the elbow and Sylvie took the tray he had been carrying.

“Ugh, who do we get to blame for this?” he asked, his voice thick with congestion.

“I’m blaming Brad.” Sylvie declared.

“Works for me,” Mobius said, as Sylvie set down the tray of take-out cups among the other items. “I brought tea for you two too.”

“Thank you.”

With all the necessary comforts accounted for the three of them settled in on the couch under a soft green blanket.  Sylvie began flipping through channels, everything was available after all. Meanwhile Mobius began talking about his day and a file to check later for a possible Kang variant.

Loki sniffled, letting the moment wash over him. He put an arm around each of them and held them close and knew that even ill as they were he could want for nothing more.

[todayontumblr]

Tuesday, May 16.

it's nearly 3am, for pete's sake. let that cat in!

what's the matter with you, man. let that cat in this instant!

listen, and listen well, dammit, because I won't ask twice. that itty-bitty puss has been purring, meowing, and hissing for hours now, and, though it may be the winter outside, and it is christmas, this isn't your classic december 24th scenario. there is room at this inn, and we're going to let him inside, out of the cold, as if it it were the baby jesus himself. because, in many ways, he is—and apparently there's a northern star above our house.

you've got work tomorrow, I've got work tomorrow. and you can bet your ass that all the while that little critter is out there hollering all alone, meowin into the festive abyss, with nothing for company but a christmas tree, decorative lights, and wide-angle lens, we are not going to get a moment's shut-eye. and that's not good news for you, because I know for a fact you've got your end-of-fourth quarterly all-synergy christmas review at the office tomorrow, and I know your job's on the line. you think the board are gonna be happy when you drag yourself into the office with bags around your eyes, your tie on backwards, and cups of starbucks holiday blend in each hand? it may be the season of goodwill, but that don't count for much in your line of Business—even lonesome mr. whiskers could tell you that. 

speaking of, you hear that? give it some time and that one little whine is gonna attract all the other december strays. before you know it, we'll have a gregorian chant of kitty kats decorating our front lawn, and freestyling their own carols with not a care for tune or harmony. who knows—one of them may have a little catnip on their person. and then we are really in trouble.

if reason does not persuade you, then surely you are moved by the plight of this destitute animal? listen to his lonesome cries ringing out into the depths of the night, and pinky swear me that your eyes are dry at the intensity of his despair? because I do not consider it possible for anyone of reasonable mind to withstand, in spirit, that animal's pain as expressed through this his wretched song. this may be the season of merriment and jollity, but these are distant lands to the furry friend who currently finds himself lost, adrift, and alone at our most decorative doorstep.

if you are still cold-hearted to his plight, then consider this: he was brought to our door by its luminous, festive character. this cat has seen the tree, and fairy lights wrapped in an embrace around the columns, and understood its greater significance. this cat has come to understand this as a home of compassion, charity, light, and warmth during these darkest days of the year. if we ignore the sound of his cries, we are not merely heartless, but hypocrites to the decoration that adorns our front porch.

the choice is yours. it is almost 2:30 AM. the cat remains alone, waiting, wailing into night. 

what are you going to do?

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Apparently I'm in a mood to give commentary, y'all, so here we go

[I made this meme, please be nice and don't repost it without giving credit 🥺🥺🥺]

I've seen a lot of episodes scattered throughout all the seasons so I'm currently in a full watch starting from the beginning. I'm currently on 2x13, an episode I've already seen but it's been awhile

It's the episode with that Frank dude. Didn't he have some girl he was in love with that was at the center of all his shit though?? I don't know, I can't remember, guess I'll find out as we go along

Oh damn, I didn't realize he'd been killing for that fucking long 💀💀

Same, man, same

(Totally off topic but Nebraska's just became one of my sycronicities and they're literally in Nebraska so that's fun 💀)

"YoU rEaLly ThInK wE hAvE a SeRiAl KiLlEr In OuR tOwN?" Bro, shut up, you're town isn't excluded from psychopaths and people with issues, anything can happen 💀💀

"Is it just me or are we not very welcome here?" Reid, you're so cute, ilysm

THAT'S HER ISN'T SHE

THAT'S FRANK'S CRAZY GIRLFRIEND

RIGHT???

I could be completely wrong on that but oh well, lmao

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jane!!! Totally his girlfriend or whatever

Poor Garcia, she has to see so much gross shit :((

Oh yes, there is another connection

They all drive along the same highway

This Aflac commercial is so dumb, bro

Like the colors of that chess board though

That's such a nice diner. Poor lady, just finding out that she's been serving a sadistic serial killer milkshakes for all these years. I guarantee you've served more than just one at some point, honey, a side of the road trailer diner right by the highway like that

"Do YoU tHiNk I'm InSaNe?" No, bro, I KNOW you insane

Gideon's just like, "Bitch, do not play me right now, I know that you know that I know that you've tortured and killed dozens of people, and my knowledge makes me more dangerous than you 🙄😤"

HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE

Holy fuck

That's

I don't wanna think about that, tbh

BEING STUCK IN A K-HOLE 💀💀💀

I vaguely recognize the police officer lady that took them to Jane but that might just be cause I've seen this episode before

Awww, young Jane was so pretty

She thought Frank was an alien 💀💀💀

He just basically said loners in so many other unnecessary words 💀

Yeah, Jason. What's the psychopath got in the bag, huh?

I recognize that dude with the shotgun, too, lmao

Another ad break, ugh

In other news, my cat came to visit on her way to the window

I don't care about ikea 😤

Oh, and we're back now

What's in the baaaaggggg

"We are all sons of bitches" Damn, bro, that's rude

Imagine if tickets were as big as heads

Last time I heard someone say "S.O.B." was in Supernatural, I think

MONTAGE

"To get away with murder, you simply don't tell anyone" Yeah, I think we already know that, guys 💀

They've figured it out! Good job for being smart, guys!

I love Garcia and JJ's friendship 🤣🤣🤣

WHY WOULD SHE TAKE SOME CRAZY LADY FROM JAIL TO HER HOUSE

Just found out snapshot from progressive is not available in both California and North Carolina

They're like right across from each other on a map, that's the weirdest thing ever 💀💀

Dammit, I want a milkshake now, tbh

He wants his girly friiieeennndddd

Don't Frank and Jane both end up dead by the end of this episode

Oh great, he's artsy crafty

And we've now caught up to present times

The same happy chemicals that come in chocolate also come in peas, what 💀💀💀

Oh god, ew

Reid's face when he sees everything in the gross torture and murder room :(((

Awwww, he fell in wove

Yet another ad break 😩

And we're back for the final home stretch

Not the little kiddies :((

Awww, they're so made for each other

In their very own weird twisted way

"I cOuLdN't HaVe ThAt On My CoNsCiEnCe" Bro, nothing goes on your conscience to begin with 💀💀💀

"I'll kill myself"

"Call me first" 💀💀💀

Did he really just hike that entire 2 miles 💀💀

"We'll find them" He says, looking confidently into the distance.

"Sure, Jan." I whisper, from behind a bush.