jeff sadecki thot (aka pathetic cmdr. graves), because why not!
My toxic trait is knowing that I (you) can treat Jeff better than anyone in that godforsaken world. He could be giving heart eyes when you style his hair in the bathroom, trapping you against his chest as his hands hold the counter's edge. He's almost entranced, listening to you hum a tune or watching you squint your eyes as a way to focus.
Jeff could either be fighting back a boner or the painful urge to pull you into a literal bone-crushing hug when you embrace him, enjoying the way you rub your face in his sweater a little too much.
Jeff could be anticipating the irresistible sparkle in your eyes when he lets you have a taste of his cooking.
Jeff could have a dreamy look on his face when he listens to you talk about your day, a few pages of a novel you're reading, or if you speak another language, sway him with your accent/dialect, even if you say the most random of lines. His favourite kind is when it's after dinner when he has his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair.
Jeff could be looking forward to rainy days, where he would want nothing more than to make sure you stay warm in his arms. Pulling the covers up to your shoulders, letting you seek the warmth of his body.
Jeff could be biting down a cheeky smile whenever you have to crane your neck a little in order to look up at him.
Jeff could have his day saved just by being blessed with a kiss from you. He does not discriminate, so long it's your lips, he is a goner. (But if you tiptoe to kiss the tip of his nose? Knockout.)
God, he is pathetic. So pathetic that you just want to cover this man's face with lipstick-stained kisses. And please do exactly that. Cradle his head, and stare into his eyes before you smother him with your love. He will actually pass out.
No joke. He told me.
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I owe you guys an apology for letting you all wait for so long only to receive silence. It may not be a big deal for some, but I believe I should at least give an explanation. I haven't been drawing as much welcome home as I used to because as time went on it started feeling more like a chore to draw. It probably didn't help that I was going through a major burnout not long ago and it's been reoccurring every now and then. It got bad enough that at times the quality of my art would just get lower the more I push myself. Then other things came to light that I had to put to priority and eventually I just kept pushing this Hunter vs Hunted AU so far back that it's almost abandoned for long periods of time.
While I still love Welcome Home and would want to keep drawing every now and then, I'm not confident that I can be consistent, much less do a series with the state that I am right now.
So what happens next? I'm not entirely sure. I won't say that the AU is discontinued only that it won't be in comic format anymore. It's a huge downgrade ik but it's for the best if I wanna keep drawing more WH art without the risk of ruining the quality.
I can't thank you enough for the people who stuck around, when all I've given for the most part is silence and worry. I hope to make it up to you all
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Polaris Fans: Can Lorna have some character development? Can Lorna get some character focus? Can we explore her friendships? Her relationship with her family? Can we unpack her Genosha trauma? Can we get her a love interest who isn't Alex Summers? Can we have a solo comic or series for her? Can we have anything???
Marvel: Uhhh. yeah. hold on. *rummages in the trash* you can have Lorna holding a coffee cup in every comic until it becomes her whole personality. It's quirky!
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I love ships where it's like. They're your best friend. They're at times your most bitter enemy. You're two sides of the same coin. You trust them explicitly, would die for them, kill for them, and they for you. They are your fiercest protector, and you theirs. They've worked in the shadows, have done things you don't even know about, for the sake of your safety. And you don't know - you don't go looking - but sometimes they come back after a journey and they have something dark shielded behind their eyes, an adoration you refuse to look too closely at. You long to touch, but you can't. You don't let yourself. You don't let yourself even think about it. They don't either, though sometimes they fail, they put a hand on your shoulder and linger. You let them to trace the shape of your face for a few seconds, allow yourself the brief weakness, but nothing more than that. You push away, you say, "don't." because this can't be. It could. You could reach out, could fight, could love each other. You could reach out. You don't, you never will. You kiss someone else, a pretty girl, someone you love very much, but there they are, behind her, staring at you. And you open your eyes as you open your mouth, look them in the eye, watch their still face - this is a song you've both danced to before - as you press your mouth to another's, not thinking of anything at all but looking, looking. And in another life, one where everything weren't so complicated, where you weren't so twisted up inside with all the worries that were placed inside you when you were young - legitimate worries, ones you still carry today, that you will always carry. If your positions were different, if there weren't so much history - so many secrets. If, if, if.
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OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.
and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!
and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability
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