#and left a voice note

[blindtel]

that’s really fast customer service, some places should really take notes !!

I'd like to imagine Bill has something to look forward to

[burins]

giving tim drake the illness. that boy doesn't have a spleen and when he gets the Normal Human Flu he is out for like two months. no one has ever been worse at being sick. his text chain with dick is just like

tim 8:07 pm

when i die do you want my playstation

dick i thought about it some more and im gonna give it to bart he likes games more. sorry I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings

i measured my heart rate and it's 83 but that seems high. that's too high right?

Cleveland clinic says asplenia can cause heart problems maybe i should call leslie

DONT TELL BRUCE BTW. HE DOESNT KNOW I'M SICK

or about the spleen thing either haha.

wait I told you about the spleen thing right?

haha

tim 9:12 pm

nvm I drank a gatorade All Good Boss!

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:37 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:38 pm)

(1 missed call - Dick Grayson 10:39 pm)

dick 10:40 pm

timothy drake I am at your door. let me in.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SPLEEN.

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs

tim if you don't let me in i will call babs and also I will tell her about your spleen

TIMOTHY!!!

[curiouscatastrophe]

Decorated the frame for my beloved print from @illusioncanthurtme !!

[deathtodickens]

Stenography 101

My court reporting professor is actually very amazing. All of my classes are live, over Zoom, so I’ve not actually met her - or any of my classmates, even though three of them live in town and three of us have a text group - but the impact of her amazing support and personality has been very obvious on us, as a class. We have a group chat on WhatsApp where 20+ of us commiserate over every new concept in the theory we’re learning.

That said, she experienced a terrible loss last week and canceled one class but promised to be back the next day. (We meet three times a week.) Her returning so soon after is, of course, an absurd thought but I understand that people just want to maintain some sort of normalcy while grieving.

But as we all saw this notification over Canvas, and felt the impact of her news almost at once, my class hustled, collected donations, and sent this woman a giant flower arrangement with all of the add-ons we could find and afford. There was money left over from later donations for a second gift basket with care items, like gift cards for food delivery, so she wouldn’t have to worry about remembering to eat.

I offered to draw the card for that and already had this image in my mind. Took a photo of my machine and outlined it, then dove in to drawing these flowers from a reference bouquet. Which, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever done before and wasn’t sure I could actually do.

(And y’all now that realistic stuff isn’t really my thing. But every now and then I have the patience for detail.)

I should say that I was greatly inspired by our professor fully committing to joining our class the day after her loss. Tears and all. She’d received her flowers and thanked us all, then wiped her eyes and moved forward with dictations for our final quiz of the semester.

This is just a drawing that I didn’t want to add words to, but I hope it brings some additional comfort and I hope she sees that it’s meant to relay our gratitude to her dedication to our success.

Court reporting schools and programs have something hovering around a 95% fail rate. I am only in my first semester of theory but we will have the same professor for all three theory semesters. Then off to speed building (the hounds), up to 225 wpm, where most people tend to give up.

I love the machine and learning a very detailed, even if a bit stroke intensive, theory that makes sense to my puzzle-loving brain, but at some point in the future, I know we will all just be hanging on for dear life.

Til then, I will be sprinkling this new love of mine into my little collection of sporadic thoughts here.

[czigonas]

What if not dead Soap, not traitor Soap, not taken-by-Makarov-and-brainwashed Soap, but a secret fourth thing: Soap who wakes up alone in the tunnel and thinks he was abandoned by his team. Add in a little memory loss for spice, shake him up and let him go.

Price, Gaz, and Ghost who couldn't stay until the cleanup/retrieval teams arrived. Who had to leave Soap's body behind and try to catch up with Makarov before his trail goes cold. Soap who wakes up alone, covered in blood but more concerned with where his team has gone. How could they leave him behind? He trusted them, thought they would never betray him... but he's here and they aren't.

Soap who knows the faces of the 141 but not their names or why it hurts to think about them. And their faces and that hurt are all tangled up in the sharp feeling of betrayal (how could they leave him?) and so he thinks they're enemies.

But also Soap who still has an instinctive, visceral hatred for Makarov and his men, so he makes himself a third variable in the fight. He pulls on a balaclava and a skull mask (the skull is important - drenched in a feeling of bittersweet love - but white is a colour not for him so he'll choose red like the blood he woke up in, lost and alone) and becomes a threat to both sides.

Meanwhile, the 141 is reeling from Soap's loss but needs to replace manpower, so they pick up some new people and... it's hard. Ghost and Gaz do not take easy to them. Even Price finds it hard to give the new guys the same leeway he did to Soap. They're all a little colder without their Sunshine. Eventually they run across Soap in the field, however.

Maybe it's just Price and Gaz at first; Ghost retreating into solo missions as he spirals towards self-destruction. They have a lead on one of Makarov's suppliers but when they reach the compound they're meant to infiltrate, they find someone's beaten them to it. Gaz is the one to spot him; alerting his captain to the red-masked figure who's cornered their target and is in the process of making him regret working with Makarov.

They'll never know what gave their positions away, but Gaz will swear down later that the shot that nicked a tree three inches to the left of his head was not a miss. That the man in the red skull had him dead in sights and, at the last second, his hand twitched to send the bullet wide. They get their target - a little worse for wear after enduring the attentions of the mysterious stranger - but they both know it's not the last they've seen of him.

Price sees him next but instead of anyone familiar he's got one of the newbies at his back and this time there's no deliberate miss. Maybe it isn't fatal but the poor soldier standing in a place not meant for them will likely never fight again. Price takes it for the kind of warning it is and refuses to allow any of the other FNGs on any mission where they might encounter the red masked man.

Ghost is the last to meet him, at least up close. Maybe he's only seen the man in passing, neither of them really paying attention to each other except that they're staying out of each other's way. He's heard enough from Price and Gaz to consider the other skull wearer as more of an inconvenient and unpredictable ally than any sort of threat, though. It's been proven more than once that, where both the 141 and Makarov's men are present, the stranger will target Makarov every time. (And if Ghost is apathetic enough by this time to not particularly care if he doesn't fall under the same strange pseudo-protection that Gaz and Price do, well... no one will call him out for it.)

But when Ghost finally meets the man with the red skull up close, he knows. He knows those hands, that posture. He knows the way Soap moves and he especially knows the eyes that peer out from behind that bloody mask. But he can't do anything about it in the moment. This is it, the final push, the last hole the rat Makarov has hidden in. Ghost has to keep his head in the game and hope that when it's over he won't have to mourn Johnny twice.

[rivilu]

I DID IT!

A lad you can definitely trust to lead your adventure

[kaboomthepossum]

Weekend in Western Illinois Drawing

Hello bestiesss! It is I, Kaboom, once again bringing you your 9th instalment of ‘drawing TMG songs for the vibes’

So. I’m really really sorry I haven’t done one for so long - I’ve been insanely busy but I’m gonna get working on some more soon

I got an anon request to do this alllll the way back in April so if that was you here it is haha! I have wanted to do this for agesss since it’s such a lovely song and I love drawing dogs!

I am actually super proud of this one, I love the song and I think (I hope) I did it justice!

[the-main-idiot]

My ears!!! They aren’t good!!!

[sskk-manifesto]

And so the big sskk shortage begins (no sskk for the next 15 episodes) (and the sskk episode coming after kind of sucks)

[fogbreo]

stubborn is left-handed to me. for no particular reason at all

[love-is-a-pearl]

goh cameo maybe?

[etherealhoneypie]

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[roaldseth]

Don’t really know how to express the exact “I can only hope that from all the trials and tribulations I go through I just want to write really really good Z’aanta dialogue” I’m experiencing because of circumstances that are not new to me.

[the-tenth-arcanum]

i can never complain to my mum that it's cold here because she's always like "well. you did this to yourself"

[michi-chelle]

i did it 🥹

[sleepboysummer]

genuinely is someone singing an octave DOWN in the summoning??? i think i can hear some INSANE bass notes but that could just be the music or vocal effects