#queue: gimbles and griddys

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“Diego,” he began, it sounded like he was about to be pissed off, and honestly he might be. Sometimes even Five’s biting tone could be something more serious. “The last decent amount of sleep I got was the day I left, please, please let me have this.”

@mstinteresting​ - x

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[ @taerots​ - ♡ for klaus ]

He had a coffee mug in hand, and took a sip out of it and looked at Klaus, “I thought you couldn’t cook.” He then leaned against the counter, and placed his free hand in his pocket.

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happy birthday @apocalypsejumped i made you something. they are yours to do with what you like. i hope your day is lovely. i hope my “science” paid off. you’re absolutely amazing and i just want you to know that, and i got inspired so voila.

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[ @mstinteresting​ contd. from x ]

“Why don’t you try not spouting bullshit at me, Diego?” he said with his normal bite that he reserved for most of his siblings when they absolutely deserved it. Some heard it more than others. And some deserved it more than others, it was hardly his fault.

“If it was fine it wouldn’t be bleeding through the bandage, or are you forgetting who is actually good at hiding injuries here?” he asked, his voice raising only slightly as he moved closer to Diego. He wasn’t actually good at hiding injuries, he was just good at directing energy away from him, and thus the injury. The shrapnel wound coming to his mind most prevalently. However, because he was good at redirecting focus from him, he knew when someone was doing it themselves. Thus the situation he was in with Diego currently.

Five was no medical expert. However, he knew enough about injuries to know when they needed more than just a bandage. Just because Five ignored his injuries did not mean he would allow his siblings to die because of them. Five had very few self preservation skills, and what he did have were for very specific circumstances. Long story short, he did not do all he did for his family, only for Diego to ignore an injury and bleed out. His family would not die on his watch. He wasn’t ever going to allow that.

“Tell me what happened,” he stated, leaving no room to argue. He was close enough that he could push Diego in the chair if he wanted it. And he was tempted. He shifted on his feet, hands flexing in his pockets. “And sit down before I make you, so I can fix it.”

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He looked at Ben, and then at their brothers, then back at Ben, “Luther isn’t gonna win this one.” He also didn’t want to put money on Diego, because like he always bet on Luther, which meant he wouldn’t be betting this time.

@sixtacles​ - x

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“The stitches popped,” he said appearing in front of her with a Blink. He said it with a certainty, which is unfortunate as he shouldn’t be able to tell that a stitch popped out. He knew he should do more, be nice o her, ask her for help, but he was exactly sure how to go about being nicer about it. Not without it sounded stilted. After all he was at least admitting he needed help, something that none of his siblings besides maybe Vanya were ever privy to.

[ @shestrong​ - ♡ for grace ]

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illfatedpartners​:

❝If you join a cause only because of someone’s…❞ he pauses, only to show that he is trying to remember the word, a word that he does not approve of  ❝…pitch, then you should work on your judgment.❞ Thousands followed men that gave pretty speeches and they used ignorance as an excuse of being charmed by them. At least this kid seemed to not be so easily persuaded, even if it was solely because, well, he was a teenager and teenagers tend to argue.

❝But I think that what I am telling you, you already know. Surely, you wish to protect someone from…the world. A friend, a parent, a sibling. Is it a pipe dream to want to protect them?❞

“My judgement is fine, but I’ve heard this bullshit from alot of people, and so far I have been screwed over every single time,” he says still seeming to remain absolutely calm, even if his voice gets tighter, and he shoves his hands further into his pockets to stop himself from allowing his balled up fists to be seen by the other. “So you’re going to have to forgive me for being a bit picky, when it comes to causes I think are worth fighting for.”

There are plenty of people he wants to protect. And by plenty he meant five, would be six but he was working on that still. He had done his part protecting the world, seeing as the hunk of rock was still floating in space making its usual orbits around the sun. It wasn’t a pipe dream, it was his reality. It was his reality for so long, it was still what he did.

“To some it might be,” he said shifting his weight. He had definitely been told it was, well at least it was insinuated. “Tell you what, old timer, I’ll consider your offer, if you can show me why you have come to me,” he said nonchalantly, the name old timer should be an insult but it sounded so natural like Five was talking to someone his age despite his appearance.  Five’s family was important, but they could handle the world, they had, and he made sure of it. The world wasn’t what he was nervous about, he didn’t often get nervous. No there were other things. It needed to be worth his while. Big pictures just did not work on Five.