#'take it easy'

[thethistlegirlwrites]

At long last part 5 of 5 is here! (and is much cuter than the previous installments...and set several weeks later)

“Stop.” Shay puts an arm across the doorway. “They took your stitches out. That is not permission to go crawling around the wreckage of a car that will probably make you need more of them.” 

“I’ve got to put her back together too.” Sierra says.

“You will. Just wait a few more weeks.” Shay sighs. “She’s not going anywhere and neither are you.”

“Don’t remind me.”

She’s lucky it’s a six month unpaid suspension. Maira pulled the ‘extenuating circumstances’ card, insisting Sierra had killed Shay’s sire in a purely justifiable effort to prevent her from taking control of him again. Outside standard operating procedure on a distressing amount of levels, but something that, shockingly, the National Huntmaster’s Office was prepared to accept. 

And it probably looks bad on the books to be the hunter agency that fired a Stoker. 

“You’re just headed for the car to get out of the mandatory remedial policy course, aren’t you?”

Sierra grimaces. “Whoever picked the video narrator for that needs to be the one on suspension. He’s just droning on and on.” 

“You could watch it with the speed turned up.” Shay gently steers her back toward the couch. “It’s a formality anyway. Maira knows you know the rules, you just chose not to follow them.”

“It’s a formality with pop quizzes. I hate those.” 

They’ve fallen back into the usual pattern of playful banter. It’s nice to know that what that vamp (he still doesn’t know her name, they may never know it, her DNA didn’t match to anything in any records and they’re still working on dental, but given that they’ve had to try and contact Russian authorities for that, he isn’t sure how well that will go) did to their relationship wasn’t a permanent rift, but they haven’t talked about what happened that day since Sierra woke up in the infirmary.

He’s not about to bring it up. He wasn’t lying when he said what they have right now is just fine with him. If Sierra wants to talk about whatever it was she said when she thought she might be dying, that’s her choice.

She settles gingerly into the couch and picks up the laptop. “Alright, I guess I’ll finish this section. And then email Grandpa Stephen and tell him he needs to add about eight new apps to the ‘responding to vampires captured on social media’ subheading.” 

Shay nods. “I’ll start dinner. I don’t think I can ruin prepackaged ramen.” They’re on a shoestring budget right now with Sierra’s suspension. Shay can handle the rent and utilities with what Emma pays her staff, but food has always been Sierra’s responsibility and she refused to let him pay for something he doesn’t need.

“You let the water boil off spaghetti once. You set off the smoke alarm.”

“It’s not my fault I haven’t needed to eat in years.”

“Just keep your eye on it.” She picks up her headphones. “After this, do you want to look at paint colors? If I’m going to rebuild half the front end I think it might be time for Dad’s Camaro to get a new look.”

“I’m game.” He glances at the printout on the coffee table. “Looks like you got started already.”

“I got really bored in the section on appropriate footwear, and Pete is still trying to convince me to use Excel tables for everything in my life.” There’s a list of paint colors, codes, and interior combinations for the ‘67 model year, with photos of cars with each of the described color combinations next to them.

“I was thinking of going with the Nantucket Blue. It would still look good with the interior and be light enough to not get too hot if we road trip it to Texas again.”

“How about this one?” Shay asks, pointing to a light tan. “Sierra Fawn. It literally has your name in it. That feels like it’s meant to be.”

“If I want a car that looks like the military owned it first, sure.” Sierra says. “It shades olive, see?”

“That might be a good color in the desert. Make it less visible.”

“We don’t work in the desert often enough.” Sierra says, then looks up and sniffs. “Go stir those noodles.”

“I see what you’re doing. I’m not done trying to convince you.”

“I’m not painting my car olive drab, Shane Barrett.”

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @whumptober

You can read the whole five-part series in one place here on my WorldAnvil, as well as more stories from this 'verse!

[basicallyjaywalker]

Whumptober Day 31 (Finale)

Coping

Characters (in order): Jackie and Lloyd, Hannah and Cole, Jay and Nya, Misako and Twyla

Prompts: "I thought that I was getting better," setbacks, emptiness, "take it easy"

Length: 674

Here it is, the final whumptober prompt. I wanted to tie back to some of my favorite (canon-adjacent) prompts, so enjoy a little tableau of everyone finally getting a break

Thank you to everyone who held on for the ride this whumptober. I was never on time but by god is it still October 31st when I'm writing this and I'm almost certain I would not have gotten here without the support from everyone who's read it. Y'all are the best, I can't wait to continue writing more fic in the future, and I can't wait to do this again next year <3

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[hansoeii]

crowley

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[crimeronan]

like this post to receive a boop :)

[wanologic]

#besties

[leahaart]

Eeepy boys

[rapidhighway]

shadow regularly fucks up his circadian rhythm to hang out with Rouge

[luyo-mi]

🐙❤️

[andsewingishalfthebattle]

Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.

Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU

[cryptcoop]

Just as awkward and bony as he remembers

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post