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actual-changeling · 3 months

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i've been thinking more and more about those four years between armageddon and jimbriel's arrival, so have some crowley angst & hurt/comfort

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"Aziraphale."

Crowley stops him right as he is about to close the car door, and he doesn't know why now, why today of all days, but it almost slips past his lips.

Saying it would be so easy, three words he has been thinking for longer than he can remember, and the late summer night is blanketing them in a dream too good to be true. The air feels like honey in the back of his throat as he takes a deep breath and watches Aziraphale's knuckles turn white against the black metal.

There was nothing special about their shared dinner—food and wine drowning in comfortable conversation—and Crowley had kept his gaze on him from behind his glasses exactly like he always does: watching, waiting.

At some point, Aziraphale had almost touched him, their pinkies less than two inches apart as he excitedly recounted his newest literary rarities, but then he had pulled back, slowly, almost casually, if it hadn't been for the soft tremor in his fingers.

(Like he always does.)

No matter how closely their bodies orbit around each other, one final layer of space remains, repelling touch and forcing them apart as if they were trying to push two magnetic poles with shared polarity together. Still, when Crowley had offered him a lift home, Aziraphale had accepted with a smile a tad too wide to be purely polite, and the hope in his chest—which has been surviving on those rare, gentle moments—flickered in recognition.

Crowley's lips part, the silence between them tempting him to say it out loud, luring the words out of his chest, but he knows him; he remembers year after year after year of going 'too fast'.

A car passes them by, its lights illuminating Aziraphale's face for a second, and the cutting fear on his face burns its way into his vision, the afterimage of a bright flash he never should have seen.

Don't look at the sun, but they never tell you that every once in a while, the pain is worth the warmth flooding your body and making your blood sing. Crowley tightens his grip on the steering wheel and swallows a mouthful of truth until only its bitter taste remains, sharp, stinging, and frustratingly familiar.

"Goodnight," he finally says, gritting his teeth so the sudden wave of relief rolling off of Aziraphale doesn't make him wince. A stone sinks to the bottom of his stomach as he tries to convince himself that if he were to say it, Aziraphale would say it back.

"Goodnight," Aziraphale responds, his lips wearing the same smile as earlier in the evening, and yet hope no longer blooms, flower heads turning away from what had been sunlight and comfort. He pushes the Bentley's door shut and turns around, his hands already searching for the bookshop key.

Admission or denial, it does not matter, never has—Crowley knows precisely how far he can reach before he gets burned. Tonight, his fingertips got singed, pain rising to the rhythm of his pulse as he switches the radio on and cranks up the volume.

Don't look at the sun. Don't listen to too loud music.

Crowley has never been particularly good at following the rules, even if the consequences rain down on him like a flood of shooting stars and ice crystals.

Don't touch the hot stove. Don't drive too fast. Don't look at him.

Tearing his gaze away from the now lit-up bookshop windows, he revs up the engine and pushes down the gas pedal, allowing himself one tiny moment to squeeze his eyes shut and indulge the ache in his chest. As soon as he rounds the corner, he shoves the past couple of hours to the back of his mind and makes himself promise to keep his mouth shut the next time he sees him.

Don't let him catch you looking. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him.

Rule after rule after rule. Centuries-old promises and crudely stitched-together wounds. Wondering if he is worth breaking the occasional oath, the grief that follows, and answering out loud to empty rooms and shivering plants

Don't look at him.

He is worth it. Of course he is. All rules can be broken, any rejection can be taken and accepted.

All rules except for one.

Don't tell Aziraphale you love him.

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mysouleaten · 4 months

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raining cats and dogs ! [pt 3]

tokyo rev cats/dogs x gn! reader

summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in

warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, weird dude

[part one] [part two] [part three].... [part four]

you were sitting in the pet clinic for over four hours. the sun was setting and the moon was slowly rising

you looked down at your phone '6:14 pm' was the time

you looked up at the door where the people took your new rescue

you slumped back into your chair, hoping this would soon be over, you had two other cats at home waiting for you

you sat up when you saw a man with a box --and a towel covering it-- come out, he looked around and then put the box down on the counter

"mx...[name]?" he hesitantly asked

"yep, that's me!" you said and stood up to walk the man in the white coat

"ah! yes, so your cat is in the box here" the man patted the box softly and continued "we stitched him up, gave him some pills, and gave him his rabies shots... he was a stray correct?"

"yep, he was.. found him somewhere, I didn't want to leave him, ya know?" you scratched the back of your neck

"I know what you mean, its good that your bright him here, another minute and the poor thing would have died," he said and continued, "I think you also brought two others before here right?" he asks

"yeah I did" you nod

"mhm, well here you go" he handed you a pill bottle "these are for him after he wakes up, make sure he eats one every day, they are vitamins and pain relievers"

"okay got it, do I feed them by themselves or with food?" you ask

"they are bitter so yes you can feed them with food" he nodded "oh and before you go, please make another appointment after a week, alright? I wanna make sure he's healthy"

you nodded again and carefully took the box into your arms and left the clinic. something about that guy... rubbed you the wrong way.. maybe it was just you

you carefully put the box into the casket in front of your motorbike and sat down and started the engine

you looked at the clinic again and the same guy was standing there with his hands behind his back, you shivered then drove off

'maybe I should find another clinic..' you thought

you drive into your apartment complex's parking lot and park next to your car

turning off your motorbike and grabbing the box and putting it on the sidewalk, turning back to your bike you grabbed the chain from under the seat of the bike and wrap the chain through the bike's wheel and warp the chain around a poll finally locking it

it's better to be safe than sorry was what your brother says to you, plus this is his bike and you don't want it stolen

turning to the box where your new fluffy friend is in. picking the box up and walking towards the stairs and up

you unlock the door and close it back when you step into your home

"im home!" you say, then you hear small paw steps and meows coming from your room

you saw take' and peachy run towards you, meowing their little hearts out too you

crouching down with the box in your lap "heeey, sorry for being so late! I found this little guy!- or well he's kinda big actually, hahah"

peachy and take' step up with their front paws on your knees and try to take a peek into the box

"be careful alright? the big guys hurt.. found him at a car dump.. lots of other cats there too" you say

but you didn't see take' 's eyes widen and he stepped off your knee. peachy takes a step back too when you stand up

"ok how about you guys name your new friend while I make food?" you say as you put down the box on your window seal. peachy and take' jump up there

you stare down at the box before you hear a meow then you look at peachy

"haha this is a bit creepy isn't it?" you ask and she meows as to say 'yes'

you scratch the back of your head "well keep him safe ok? I'll go make food now" you say and back away from your cuties

coming back once more to give peachy and take' kissies on their heads, they seem to appreciate the attention

you even see take' cover his face with his paws and peachy snuggling into take' 's body

you retreat into the kitchen to set the food for your friends and an extra bowl for the new friend

how lucky are you to have another friend?

you didn't even realize how many more friends are soon gonna join your family

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anothertimdrakestan · 8 months

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Death Wont Do - Jason Todd x Reader

TW: blood & gore & angst

a little more dramatic and descriptive than my usual style, let me know what you think

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It's like a 6th sense. The quietest feeling that something's wrong. The feeling in your stomach that keeps you up just a little later than normal.

You were sat on the couch of your apartment, mindlessly checking your phone as some song hummed softly in the background, a glass of something bubbly on the side table next to you to fill the void of Jason being out on patrol. You knew he'd come back later than you usually stayed up, but you felt like waiting for a goodnight kiss.

And suddenly you got the text:

It's Tim on J's phone, get to cave asap if you're reading this.

A pit formed in your stomach as you rushed to grab your keys. A few minutes drive and 10 missed calls as you frantically dialed Tim and Jason before realizing it was serious enough neither was responding.

You braced yourself for what you'd walk into: blood, pain, panic, but the cave was empty. Confusion bubbled up against the fear, hoping between clenched teeth for a prank or a lighthearted surprise. Nonetheless, your instincts urged you to prepare for the worst.

You pulled out the medbay: stitching supplies at the ready, stretcher wheels unlocked, bandages organized just the way Alfred had taught you- where was Alfred? Where was Bruce or Damian- even Jon or Conner who were frequently watching some sort of cartoon on the giant screen in the cave at this time.

Cass was the first in the cave, you recognized the rev of her bike, rushing to the entrance. Her suit was torn, deep gashes that stung you just by looking at them. She pulled off her mask with a wince, an expression you weren't used to seeing on her typical stoic face. You were her shadow as she sat herself down at your faux-medbay and began cleaning and stitching her own wounds, she wouldn't want to be touched right now and from your assessment she was more than capable in her condition.

You broke the steady silence: "is it- is everyone? What happened out there Cass?" knowing she wouldn't really respond you took her shaking her head as a gutwrenching response.

And for what might've been the first time in your life, you saw her whipser "bad" as she locked eyes with you.

Before you could process just what that meant, the quiet hum of the batmobile ripped you from your dread and into action. You heard an echoing shout as Damian lept from the passenger seat of the still moving car, almost flying towards you as the batmobile came to a screeching halt.

"It's Todd, it's not good. Quickly." were the few words the boy wonder could mutter as he started pulling the stretcher towards the car. You followed silently, blood already pounding in your ears.

The door of the car opened and you saw Jason draped across the backseat, muttering and groaning as Damian began to drag him onto the stretcher.

You froze at the sight, bones jutted up out of his skin like a brutal landscape of fractures. His skin, paler than ever before, appeared as if it had lost all its color, like it had bled out completely. Like a corpse in a movie, where CGI created almost inhumane wounds, Jason bore them right in front of you.

Tim's car door slamming ripped you from your shock. He rounded the car instantly and began helping Damian gently move Jason to the cot. While Cass and Damian were silent in a panic, Tim couldn't help but talk through his terror:

"It's all over, well pretty much over. Bruce and the rest are out cleaning it up but he told us to get Jay home because well, I mean he hasn't look worse since probably his first death. And I really don't want to be here for his second. Dames, pull I'll push, God he's heavy, alright, Y/N lock the wheels Damian grab start cleaning wounds on his legs I'll take torso- Y/N? Lock the damn wheels."

Again you snapped into reality, realizing you'd trailed behind the bloody precession. You lowered yourself to secure the wheels, the cool air providing a momentary relief as the weight of the situation settled in. You thought about staying down there, curling up beneath the cot and waiting until the nightmare was over. Tim and Damian were a well oiled triage machine above you- calling out stitching plans, applying bandages, preparing casts for the breaks.

And for the first time, Jason called out softly for you, "Y/N?" You shot up, immediately at his side, pushing the sweat and blood matted hair away from his eyes. They were closed, furrowed in agony but he still called for you, "where's Y/N? I need to see-"

"I'm here, I'm right here Jace." your voice wavering, but he got more frantic, shaking and groaning as Tim and Damian began to restrain him. "No! I need to see her! Stop, take me home! She lives at-"

"Jace I'm right here, I'm here, can you look at me?" your voice was pitchy and raw as you cupped his cheek in your hand. As you lightly pressed your finger to his temple his eyes shot open and wildly took in his surroundings before landing on you. Like an exhale he sunk back into the stretcher, eyes fluttering shut once again.

Beneath his closed eyelids, the pain etched deep lines on his face, but Tim soldiered on, having forced Damian to go tend to his own wounds. The silence was painful, but you had to ask, "he's gonna be okay right?"

Tim's eyes flashed up to meet yours with a kind of smile, "this big guy's been dipped in the Lazarus pit. It's gonna take more than some broken bones and a few lost pints of blood to kill him. Here, come bandage his arms, it's better than staring at his ugly face." you felt a small smile bubble up, Jason's face was bruised and his nose slightly crooked, but you appreciated the quip.

"Here, clean, apply gauze, and wrap. These are all superficial so I promise you can't mess anything up." he pushed bandaging materials into your shaking hands. At first you could barely move, but soon it felt soothing to lend a helping hand. Tim was focused and quiet, and you slowly worked your way up each of Jason's arms, carely wrapping any tear in his skin you could find.

Tim suddenly stepped back with a deep and satified sigh, heading towards the medicine pantry. He came back with an IV and softly nudged your shoulder, "he'll be okay, gonna give him fluids and enough of a sedative to knock him out for a few hours. Go wash off, eat something, and come on back to trade my shift watching him."

You nodded, looking down to realize you were also now covered in a layer of sweat and blood. "Tim, he would've died without you, you're incredible. I'll be right back." you couldn't exactly find the words for the gratitude, but Tim shook it off nonetheless.

"I had to stay in the 'zero Jason deaths' club, Bruce and Dick would've had a field day." you shook your head, beelining for a shower.

When you came back down to the cave Tim was in a tshirt and sweatpants, his own bandages peeking from the sleeves of the shirt. "Ready for a shift change?" you called, causing him to swivel around in the batcave chair and stand up with a stretch.

"You were fast! He'll probably wake up in a few hours, text me whenever for whatever." with a yawn he shuffled out of the cave and you planted yourself in the chair next to Jason.

You nearly screamed as Jason suddenly whispered "is he gone?" Like a cartoon he opened one squinting eye before deciding to fully lock his emerald eyes with your own. "Coast is clear, how are you love?"

You were stunned, "I- you were- how are you? I mean I'm fine, clearly. But what in the-" Jason laughed into a wince but answered:

"Had a couple crazy dreams, I woke up when I heard you call for Tim but wanted the shift change so Tim didn't spend 20 minutes calling me an idiot and a careless maniac.

You shook your head, "and if I call you an idiot and a careless maniac?" but Jason just hummed and attempted to shrug. "Jason Peter Todd you almost died!"

"Keyword there is 'almost' sweetheart."

"And what if Tim and Damian weren't there? What if you'd actually died?" you cupped his cheek again, letting the weight of his head rest into your palm.

"Not even death would stop me from crawling home to you." he vowed. At that, you sunk down, resting your head on his shoulder and lightly running your hand across his chest.

"I believe you, I do. But tell me you'll never let it get to that. This was too much for me Jace I almost thought you were dead when they pulled you out of the car."

He tensed, "you were here for all that? I'm sorry, I don't want to scare you like that." You couldn't believe the man on his deathbed was apologizing to you, but somehow it all felt very Jason Todd.

"It's okay Jay, I'm just glad you're here."

"Always, now scoot me over so I can hold you," he murmered, groaning as he pushed himself over enough to make room for you to slip in next to him. He went to raise his arm and looked annoyed saying, "damn Tim bandaged my whole damn arms. I look like a mummy the hell was he doing" and you stiffened against him.

"Okay asshole that's my bandaging work there, and I'll have you know I stopped a whole lot of your blood from pouring out of your arms." you gave him a childish glare while Jason looked at you with a smirk.

"Remind me never to get a papercut around you, I might lose circulation." he teased, draped a mummy-arm around you as you relaxed into his embrace.

You retorted: "At least I didn't get wheeled into the cave looking like casper the ghost"

"Alright alright, no more near death experiences, scout's honor." he chuckled, and you decided it was a good enough promise for now.

"Deal" you replied, slowly letting the soft sound of Jason's breathing lull you to sleep as your adrenaline had finally dissipated, finally allowing yourself to believe your boy would live to see another night.

Tomorrow? Or the day after that? Well, that would have to be future Y/N's problem :)

Hope you enjoyed, let me know if you caught the song reference. xoxo

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 6 months

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Meeting Jasper

Jasper Masterlist

Y/N drove down the highway, forest on either side of her for miles. It was pitch black out, with out even a sliver of moonlight to illuminate anything. She had her high beams on, but it didn’t help much. Suddenly, a deer jumped out into the road. Y/N swerved, slamming on the breaks. The deer leapt away to safety. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, about to put her foot back on the gas when another, much larger car slammed into her from the other lane. The sound of metal-on-metal assaulted Y/N’s ears. Her car skidded, right into a tree. Y/N’s head hit the steering wheel, and she was out. The offending driver raced off, engine revving as it surpassed the speed limit.

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Jasper made his way through the woods, looking for his dinner when he heard it. A terrible, loud scraping metallic sound. His red eyes widened, his head turning to the source of the noise. He scuttled over, seeing a car wrapped around a tree on the other side of the road. Looking both ways, Jasper quickly crept across the road. He examined the interior, seeing a girl in the driver’s seat, nearly unconscious. Jasper bit his lip, he knew his kind and humans didn’t mix well, mostly because of the latter’s fear of the former, but he couldn’t just leave her. She had a nasty cut on her head, possibly from the broken glass everywhere.

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Y/N stirred to the feeling of being rocked gently, and the sound of footsteps moving quickly. She blinked her eyes open and looked up, trying to make something out aside from the splitting pain in her head. Upon perceiving this pain, she groaned quietly.

“Shh,” a voice soothed, “you’re alright. I know it hurts, but I’m going to help you.”

The paramedics must have found her, that would explain why there were so many footsteps- it must be a whole team. Her eyes drifted shut of their own accord.

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When Y/N woke properly, she felt a gentle pressure on her head, and surprisingly, very little pain. She had been laid down on a soft surface, and she heard someone rummaging through something. She opened her eyes and sat up, though the action sent a wave of dizziness through her.

“Huh?” she mumbled.

Instead of an ambulance or a hospital room, she seemed to be in some kind of cave. On every wall of the cave, there were giant spider webs. Lanterns hung from some of the webs, illuminating the space with a dim glow. She looked down and noticed that she was laying in some kind of web hammock.

“HUH!?” she repeated, much more panicked this time.

“Oh, thank goodness,” a voice echoed.

Y/N whipped her head around (ouch) and saw something from her nightmares. The upper half of a human… with the lower half of a giant spider. Y/N couldn’t help what happened next… she screamed. A loud, ear-splitting shriek while she attempted to clamber out of the hammock. Unfortunately, she only managed to tangle herself up in it.

The creature held its clawed hands up in a placating gesture. It stepped over the first aid kit it had been rummaging through, and approached Y/N slowly.

“My name is Jasper,” the creature said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Y/N’s breaths came in short gasps. There were many things in this world she was prepared to deal with, but spiders- especially human-spider hybrids- were not one of them. She tried to wrangle herself out of the hammock, but her leg was quite caught up.

“Please stop, you’ll rumple your bandages and pull your stitches,” Jasper said gently.

Bandages? Y/N put a hand to her head. Those weren’t bandages- those felt like thick, stringy webs! There was more webbing on her arms and legs. She was going to be spider-dinner! Y/N continued to struggle, as Jasper inched closer and closer. Eventually, he closed the distance between them and gripped her by the shoulders. Y/N froze in fear.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t have you hurting yourself,” Jasper sighed, “hold still.”

Jasper tilted Y/N’s neck and bit right into it, depositing his venom into her system. Y/N’s breath hitched; she immediately lost feeling in her entire body. Her breaths still came in short and fast, but she couldn’t scream anymore- she couldn’t move anymore!

“There, now let me have a look at you.”

Jasper examined Y/N’s web wrappings and tutted. Red seeped through the one wrapped around her head.

“I’ll have to redo the stitches,” he sighed.

Jasper untangled the hammock and laid Y/N back inside it. He went to the first aid kit and grabbed a needle and thread, returning to her. He pulled off the webbing on Y/N’s forehead and hissed in sympathy.

“Looks pretty bad,” he said, “I do wish you hadn’t panicked.”

Jasper made short work of the cut, stitching it back up neatly, trying to be as gentle as possible. Y/N whimpered as the needle slid in and out of her skin.

“Shh, all done,” Jasper said, casting his tools aside.

Jasper considered Y/N for a moment.

“I can’t have you running off as soon as the venom wears off,” he thought aloud, “I don’t want to scare you… but…”

Jasper spewed webbing from his mouth and began to wrap Y/N snugly in webbing. By the time he was finished, only her head and neck were exposed. Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes, and she whimpered quietly. Jasper gently laid her back down in the hammock.

“Try to rest,” he said, “I’ve given you painkillers already, but I’ll have more for you in a few hours.”

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Jasper scurried off to the front of his cave. He paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn’t just let the poor thing go, she was injured, probably concussed, and he didn’t need her running off to the other humans to tell them all where he lived. He glanced back inside his cave. Well, she was pretty cute… maybe he could keep her?

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rev-pirate · 2 years

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Pssst guess what. Next time you see this project it will be done 👀 ! but in the meantime… with a total of 200 hours of stitching this under my belt it’s WIP update number 6 for the project based on @valeriapryanikova ‘s syndicate art! (Here’s the original). Ranboo is done :D all that’s left is Phil

#rev stitches #wip #cross stitch

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pinkanonwrites · 2 months

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m.mayhaps a bit of thirsty thoughts on RiD Sideswipe?? he had so much potential amd i luv himb...

Oh absolutely. I really love RID 2015 Sideswipe too! He needs more lovin'.~

I think Sideswipe ping-pongs back and forth between two modes. Mode one is him being an absolute brat, disobeying and teasing and pushing your buttons with the express purpose of being put in his place. Mode two, on the other hand, is him trying really, painfully, obviously hard to impress you. Most of the time he likes the fight but sometimes he just really, really wants your praise. He doesn't know how to ask for it outright, so it usually ends up with him talking big and showing off, peacocking to try and get a sliver of your attention.

And oh does he crave your attention. Sideswipe can't stand when your eyes (or worse, your hands) are on any bot save for himself. He's possessive, and he revels in everyone else knowing that you belong to him and he belongs to you. Despite that, he's not actually super into the risk of getting caught, especially by his team. Not to say he's against the idea of a quick romp in the woods or parked at the back of a drive-in theater (cause he's definitely up for that~), it's just the idea of his teammates specifically catching him in any matter that could be seen as vulnerable that twists his tanks.

He doesn't like the idea of someone driving him around in theory, but BOY does he eat his words once in practice. He can feel everything; the slide of your fingernails along the grooves of his seat stitching, the way your hands wrap and clench around his steering wheel and clutch, or when you drag a teasing touch up and down the rubber seal of his window panes. It all revs him up something furious.

I also think Sideswipe talks a big game, but is incredibly inexperienced. Even if he tries to be more leading or dominant, he either ends up fumbling and letting you take the reins, or getting so praise-drunk and dumb in the processor the minute you start telling him what a good boy he's being.

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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outlaw headcanons?

Roy made a group chat for his own surprise birthday party and left

They have a rule where if someone shows up at another person's apartment with injuries, they stitch each other up without asking any questions

Kory once drunk-texted Roy "break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored" and to her surprise, he replied, "Are Jason and I that obvious???"

Movie night consists of... Disney. Because Lian gets the final say

Kory watched Spider-Man once and starts referring to her instinct as her "starry senses"

Lian also made them make each other friendship bracelets

Jason's motorcycle is the loudest thing and he knows it. Sometimes he'll park outside one of their apartments at 2 AM and rev it up

They hiked up to the Hollywood sign to recreate "Hollyweed"

Dick once asked Kory to chaperone Jason and Roy when Jason was being secretive about his whereabouts. They were initially gonna stake out Weather Wizard's temporary hideout, but once they caught on, they detoured through a romantic date so cheesy it'd be a lactose-intolerant nightmare

They don't tell Kory when they have a cold because she'll bring a whole oil drum of soup

They started an online Furby cult that became so prolific it made it onto church warning posters

Jason sleeps with two pillows: one he stole from Roy and one he stole from Kory

The first time Jason confronted the Joker after returning to Gotham, Roy secretly followed him as backup

The three of them have their own Thanksgiving dinner, where Kory's nine stomachs become the envy of the crowd

They don't need to say "cover me" for the others to cover them

They went to a costume party as a three-part spider-horse

They help each other make excuses not to see their parents

Even after Jason came back, Roy still has a hard time driving past cemeteries

At the height of Pokémon Go, they journeyed to Bialya for a Mesprit

They keep a tally of how many times they save each other's butt. At the end of the year, the winner gets $10 from each person, but that's more than enough incentive to keep the competition going. Whoever can win a whopping 10 years in a row gets to name the other ones' kids

Jason and Roy got married so they don't have to testify against each other in court, and Kory found a loophole where Earth laws don't have any jurisdiction over her

Kory's sister tainted a lot of childhood memories, so Jason and Roy helped her create new ones, starting with smoking Smarties and snorting Pixie Stix

Jason and Kory take turns babysitting Lian

They once pooled all their bedding together to make the ultimate blanket kingdom, which prospered until Jason started a civil war

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 8 months

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Just a brief update guys:

I’ve done like NO writing for the upcoming chapter. Yikes. I ended up taking my cat into the vet at night due to what looked like a big scab with the fur missing around it; I’m paranoid and she’s a big baby, lol. (To clarify here—up until I’d noticed this, she was behaving completely normally, eating and drinking and screaming and following me around like a creep, and it’s in a place where she has to be higher up for you to see it, and she doesn’t normally sit higher up but rather just next to me.)

In short, it was a really severe abscess from an attack by a neighbourhood cat, quick onset and (potentially) quick rupture.

TW: discussion of my cat’s surgery etc. below.

For context, my cat is the LITERAL Snow White of felines. She fucking loves all the creachers and cried once because she accidentally murdered a grasshopper when playing. She only goes out in the backyard during the day because she doesn’t like the dark (she’s a wuss), and has never been further than my driveway. She does not fight with anyone or anything, PERIOD. Birds go UP to the fucking girl, for crying out loud. So, some asshole cat has come into my backyard and attacked my baby.

I was told that if I’d waited until morning, it likely would have burst internally and sent her septic, which would have killed her. She was booked in for a rush surgery and is now at home, very much out of sorts with a tube drain sticking out her ass. Super ugly to look at, kind of gross because it’s draining stuff, VERY upsetting because it’s bruised and there are stitches to the bite marks which means it was a violent attack. She’s wearing a cone. It’s kind of funny, mostly sad, because she is a baaaaaby and my very big brave girl. (Lol she’s a senior cat, bit of a chonker but she looks LOVELY.)

There’s a bunch of care I have to do to make sure her wound stays clean and free of contaminants. She was so revved up when I brought her home that she sent the remnant fluids inside her abscess pissing out the drain for the night, which completely matted down her behind with blood and saline, etc. I gave it a wash this morning with warm salt water, which she hated but let me do—SO much cleaner now. Not 100%, but at least her fur isn’t bright red anymore. I’ll leave it for now, do a spot wipe here and there, and wait to see what the vet says when I take her in to get the drain removed. Have to help groom her too because she’s VERY finicky about all that. Brushed her fur with a comb to get out the loose hairs, which she LOVED. My poor baby.

This all came so quickly and so far out of left field that I am understandably—I hope—very shaken. This cat is the other half of me. Every single damn time I’m writing, she’s right there with me, watching. When I wake up, she’s there. When I go to sleep, she’s with me. When I’m sad, she seems to know all the best ways to remind me that I’m not alone. I’ve never had a cat love so unconditionally before. To know that I could have lost her is terrifying. She’s 10 years old, dammit. She has SO much time left.

So, yeah. Now I know she’s come out the other side, I’m hoping to get back into it. It might be slow, though. I’m sorry I have no update yet.

#em gets personal sometimes #em writes personal stuff sometimes

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altargarden · 10 months

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hi, i have had to make a switch from regular dog food to digestive care dog food for my pup juliet. for just a week's worth of food, it's $100+ and i need a bit of extra help with making the payments less severe on my bank account. additionally, i've had to add this to groceries, fuel money, medication money, and a doctor's visit for some scripts (and a doctor's visit is ~$80).

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livingincolorsagain · 4 months

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a’s sambucky master-list 2023:

ao3:

Rough Surfaces

There was an inherent loneliness to being Captain America.

And it wasn’t like Sam had never been lonely before. He'd been lonely, he’d been alone, and he’d been lonely and alone, but there was something about this, a feeling so old he was surprised he could still feel it; that it still affected him.

That hollow silence that was once filled with the sound of life.

Figaro meowed and Alpine didn’t answer, and for a split second, Sam forgot. He panicked.

Then he remembered, and it weighed him down, an ache so deep it felt engraved into his very being.

And really, it was fine. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this alone, he could, but.

He didn’t want to.

Mostly, he had started to believe he wouldn’t have to.

The Chance of You

It’s a bright winter morning, with clear skies and a gentle breeze, the sun a welcome kiss of warmth on Bucky’s cold cheeks, when they meet for the first time.

the great war series:

if we survived the great war

The rev of Bucky’s motorcycle cut through the quietness like a clap of thunder in the middle of the night. Sam straightened unconsciously, feeling something bitter and burning rising up his throat.

He strained his ears, waiting with a held breath as Bucky walked in, steps silent, even now, with no other sound to soften them.

All week, Sam didn’t know what he would do when he laid his eyes on Bucky, and now that he was getting closer and closer, Sam felt the last remaining bit of his patience shatter.

somewhere in the haze

It was raining outside still, or maybe again, the lightning momentarily brightening the room, and Sam thought that was what disturbed his sleep, but then the sound of footsteps registered, and his heart skipped, his body jerking in shock. He tried to push off the bed, grab the gun underneath it and investigate, but his body refused to comply, sore and raw as he felt.

The footsteps grew closer, until Sam heard the creak of the bedroom door opening, and the steps stopped and light poured in from the hallway, and it was only then that Sam realized the footsteps were familiar.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Bucky said, sounding faraway.

secrets i have held in my heart (and check out the wonderful gifset made by @saryasy)

The thing about falling was, it was impossible to forget.

You could never forget the drop, the way your heart moved in your chest, as if trying to reach out and hold onto something, to break the fall; the way it jumped and skipped and stopped and raced. You could never forget the roaring wind, the sound of your shout echoing and fading. You could never forget the crash, softened by white snow that grew crimson around you.

Bucky fell once, and it was burned into his memory like a lightning scar on skin, permanent and tender to the touch.

when you unfold me (and tell me you love me)

In the quiet, subdued safe house, the heater groaning was the only sound inside. It was almost, but not quite, masking the howling of the wind outside.

Sam stared out the window, watching the whirlwind of snow as it painted everything a bleak white.

He was hyper aware of the ice pack on his left shoulder, right where Bucky had left it, trying to stay still so as not to pull on the new stitches that went from below his ribcage down to the middle of his stomach.

let me put my lips to something

Bucky took a firm hold of Sam’s wrists, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him in place.

“No,” he said, trying to bite back his smile and be firm, but it was hard when Sam’s eyes were that bright, his gapped-tooth smile so wide and infectious.

Then, Sam’s smile turned a bit mischievous, and he surged forward, mouth open as it latched onto the closest part of Bucky—which happened to be his neck—and bit down.

A small moan escaped Bucky’s lips before he could stop it.

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(also can be read on ao3: love in a few words)

cats, scarfs, and homemade soup

pumpkin spice latte proposal

things you said after it was over

where it hurts

because the world is ending

rules

sock drawer

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