#920 killed

[vinitile]

figured i might as well post her here, the girl of all time. no one does it like blossomsting

[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 23: Thresher Maw

It's Grunt's rite on Tuchanka in Mass Effect 2.

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“Now all Krogan bear the genophage, our reward, our curse. It is a fight where the only goal… is survival.”

“Feel that?” Grunt rumbled, “The ground’s shaking. I’m ready.”

Out of the ground, 300 meters or more off, a blue tendril rose up, dotted with white feelers. Shepard saw it at once and paled. Before he could say anything, Grunt had taken aim and shot the tendril. It retreated below ground and the ground began shaking again. Shepard heard a tell-tale hiss and groan.

“Shepard, appraisal of situation?” Mordin was breathing heavily, standing at Shepard’s side.

“It’s a thresher-maw,” Shepard answered, listlessly.

“A thresher-maw!” Grunt turned back in glee. Just then, the maw burst up where the tendril had risen a moment ago. It wheeled back, lurched forward, and the barely subsonic glob of viscous acid hurtled into one of the columns the fire team was standing next to, causing it to immediately crumble to the ground. The thresher roared.

Grunt and Mordin scattered, trying to find cover the thresher could not immediately destroy. Shepard stood his ground, oddly impassive, though his eyebrows were sternly furrowed.

“No,” He said at last, simply, as the acidic blob burned into the ground, sputtering and hissing. “No, no, no. Fuck this. No.”

He holstered his weapon, reached behind his back, and hoisted the M-920 Cain into his arms. The weapon telescoped to its full size and Shepard took aim.

There was a flash, a wash of radiant heat against Shepard’s face, then the blast. Where the tresher maw had been, there was now a mushroom cloud. The maw’s burnt and obliterated corpse was laid out on the glassed sands.

Grunt looked back at him, looking somewhat impressed. Shepard set the overheated Cain on the ground. Walked briskly to the keystone. Before anyone could say anything, Shepard, turned over his shoulder.

“They killed my whole unit. I fucking hate thresher maws.”

He punched the keystone and they waited in awkward silence while the trucks came to retrieve them.

[screaming-tangerine]

He's so weird and I'm very wet over it

[jujusjunk]

Updates

• 193 Palestinians killed, 920 injured in Gaza in the past 24 hours

🇺🇸 US to airdrop aid to Gaza in the “coming days”; it’s important to note that airdrops aren’t the most effective means to deliver aid, WHO stresses the safest and easiest way is by land through crossings which Israel has deliberately blocked from entering Gaza

🇨🇴 Colombian president announces suspension of all arms purchases from Israel and accused Israel of genocide in direct response to yesterday’s ‘flour massacre’ where Israeli forces fired at Palestinians awaiting aid trucks in Gaza City, killing 115 Palestinians and injuring 760

🇪🇺 EU to reinstate funding to UNRWA by sending $ 54.2m next week – EU Foreign Policy Chief says this indicates the EU acknowledges UNRWA as “irreplaceable”

• Hamas says 7 Israeli hostages have been killed by recent Israeli bombing; several hostages have been killed by Israeli attacks since Oct 7, including 3 who were shot by Israeli forces

[two-white-butterflies]

tolerate it | c16

Description: After a month of breaking up with Charles. You release a song that finally speaks about your experience.

Pairing: charles leclerc/singer!reader

waitingroomcouple2: according to insiders, y/n and longtime boyfriend charles leclerc are headed towards breakupville.

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asianbutnotjapanese: EXCUSE ME? First Sofia and Joe, Taylor and Joe and now Charles and Y/N?

yakisobaramens2: give me time. i need to process things.

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"Hey, Charles." you cleared your throat - pretending that you didn't just spend the past hours crying about him.

"I know that I told you that we needed space to think things through, but I don't think that we're happening anymore. I-I somehow, the breakup got leaked and I don't really know how we'll build up from that. I hope that you understand."

Charles finished listening to the voicemail that you sent him 30 minutes ago. He couldn't believe that it finally happened. Sure, you spent half a month fighting with him - but he thought that things would get better after that.

"Are you alright?" Pierre sits beside him with a bowl of ramen. "Ah, yeah." Charles replied - completely out of his zone. He always believed that his life was cut up in two sections: before you, and during you - but he never assumed that there would be an after you.

Jesus, when you've reached heaven - there's only one way left to go: down, and he descended awfully.

"You've been very hush hush about your 'break' with Y/N. Are you back together?" Pierre inquired, concerned about his childhood friend. "That's impossible," Charles mumbled while his friend stuffed his face with more noodles.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Pierre patted his back.

"- It'll get better." he adds.

Charles_Leclerc: Feeling pretty good in Suzuka.

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maybeletslovern2: Y/N and Charles aren't over. She's still in the likes guys 🙈 - charlosworld55: and Joe Alwyn still follows Taylor? Ur point is?

lovingthiseasy8: pole for leclerc?

pierreGASLY: Forza! 🇲🇨

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yourusername: You're so much older and wiser and I. Announcing my newest single "Tolerate It" for the newest 'Barbie' movie that comes in three versions: She Version and He Version and They Version. Basically just diff pronouns. Hope u guys like it. 💙

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Charles_Leclerc: Another amazing song! 🔥

ynandcharles: he commented, checkmate guys.

taylorswift: Tears in my eyes, Y/N. 💧

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yourusername: there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough. (wise words from my friend @taylorswift)

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lucindaleong2: Lando is stirring the pot by liking this post HAHA

Charles_Leclerc: Reply to my messages please.

taylorswift: You deserve someone who will love you enough. I'm proud of you sister. - yourusername: thank u sm taylor 💙

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Charles_Leclerc: And if I ever did something wrong, let me make it right. P3 in Spa, but left the circuit feeling like something was missing.

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yourusername: Congratulations Charles! You definitely deserved this podium, I've seen you work soo hard to get this spot. 💙 - Charles_Leclerc: 💙

(SIX MONTHS LATER)

yourusername: an hour of mansplaining with this dude...still, i luv u.

tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: Is there another pic more blurry that this? 🤣 - yourusername: doesn't matter cuz my love for u is clear 😉

landonorris: The hand 💀 chill mate, she isn't going anywhere.

greeaat99: Charles was Ken (Barbie 2023) but Max is Ken (Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse.)

gigihadid: Rocking that black hair mother ❤️ - yourusername: No, YOU are mother. 😜😍

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yourusername posted to her story!

replies maxverstappen1: Am I legally allowed to call you mommy now? yourusername: RIP to ur social media manager who has to look at this message 😭

yourusername: i take this magnetic force of a man to be my. ✨LOVER✨ will be out midnight EST. Happy 4th month babe! tho u always tell me that it feels like we've known each other for forever. Hoping to have an album out before baby jellybean comes out. Which will be ... 7 months from now, though ya'll are nasty telling me that my stomach looks like I'm in the 5th month 😡.

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maxverstappen1: Happy 4th ❤️

Charles_Leclerc: Congrats on the baby! - yourusername: thank u

loverboy9: the way that this could've been charles' baby if they just stayed together 😭

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maxverstappen1: I found the love of my life this year, I hope that everyone finds theirs too! My girlfriend's new song 'Lover' will be out on midnight and it would mean the world to us if you listened to it.

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yourusername: OK we'll just adjust our heads to look at this picture - maxverstappen1: and?

yourusername: listen to me pls so max can afford some internet money in his little game

landonorris: I don't listen to underground artists, sorry. - yourusername: LISTEN TO ME. u broke his trophy this is the least that u can do? - - landonorris: ever heard of kintsugi? - - - yourusername: the lana del rey song?

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yourusername: posting this version because the one on @maxverstappen1's profile is 🤮.

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taylorswift: You are GLOWING. - yourusername: I can still make the whole place shimmer.

landonorris: when is baby jellybean coming out? - maxverstappen1: ❤️

charlesandynuniverse: The real ones know that the baby is fathered by Charles. - yourusername: stop this bs, don't wait until i slap the paternity test on ur face 🤣

teachermee91: THE WAY THAT Y/N IS STILL A FIGHTER. I LOVE HER. WAHHAHAHAHA.

[rewrittenreality]

Protective Cowboy

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: Cursing, Walker getting his ass beat

Summary: Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler's woman, Walker obviously doesn't get that and runs his mouth.

A/n: Hello! So sorry for the large time gaps between posts! Life has been very crazy! But I have a few different works to write so I hope to get those out fairly quick!

If there was one thing practically all of Yellowstone knew about Rip Wheeler, it was that nobody messes with his woman. Messing with his woman is equivalent to committing a war crime, punishable by death. Or a major ass beating, whichever Rip chose in that moment. 

Rip had met you on the ranch when you were helping out with the work load. Being a close friend to the Dutton family, you always had a place to stay on the ranch. Your love for ranch life keeping you close to the ranch and all of it’s residents. The moment Rip laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one for him.

He was protective of you, especially when you moved to the ranch to live in his cabin with him. Rip knew how some of the men on the ranch could be and he would make sure they knew to respect you as much as they did the Duttons. Hell, you were practically a Dutton yourself. You were family to the Duttons, you were born and raised on the ranch. John always calling you his niece and you calling him “Uncle John.” 

Some of the ranch hands didn’t always respect you like they did the rest of the family. Rip wouldn’t have any of it, always shooting them death looks as a warning. Constantly trying to get it through their thick skulls that you were as much of a Dutton as the family was. 

This exact thought ran through his head when he overheard Walker talking about you after you had just left. Rip already hated Walker, it was no secret to anyone. Hearing him talk about you just added to his burning hatred for the man. 

“Why the hell should we listen to her? Because she’s close to the family? She’s a bitch is what she is.” Walker complained to Jimmy, stacking hay in the process. 

Jimmy looked up, his eyes wide with fear. He dropped the hay and backed away after seeing the look on Rip’s face. The way Rip tensed up immediately caught the attention of Lloyd, who was quick to start paying attention to what was happening.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Rip growled, dropping what was in his hands. 

Walker looked at Rip, a smug smirk growing on his face. He continued stacking hay, eyes locked with Rip’s. Lloyd stopped what he was doing to watch the situation closely, knowing damn well it wouldn’t end well for Walker. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. She’s YOUR bitch. How could I forget?” Walker said, stepping closer to Rip.

The rage was boiling up inside of Rip, his fists clenching so tight he could feel the sting of his fingernails digging into his palms. Then Walker came closer again, seeming to be taunting Rip. The smirk on his face looking extremely punchable. 

“I’m gonna kill you…with my bare fucking hands!” Rip raised his voice, lunging at Walker. 

Rip punched Walker with enough force to knock him to the ground. Punch after punch landed on Walker, causing enough commotion to upset the horses in the stables. You heard the commotion and ran out of the stables, your eyes landing on the fight taking place. 

Lloyd pulled Rip off of Walker after a few seconds, knowing Rip would and could kill Walker if he wanted to. He had to hold Rip back from going after Walker again. It was then that Lloyd noticed you standing there, your eyes wide in surprise.

“That’s enough, Rip! Take a walk!” Lloyd warned, pushing Rip away.

“If you ever say anything about Y/n again, I will kill you. I will kill you without any hesitation, Walker.” Rip threatened Walker, shaking out of Lloyd’s grip. Lloyd proceeded to help Walker to his feet before going off on him about what he did. 

“Rip, stop. He learned his lesson.” You said from behind him. 

Rip whirled around, eyes locking onto you in an instant. He knew that look on your face, worry and amusement? He gave you a confused look, walking closer to you. You didn’t look directly at him, instead you were glaring at Walker.

“Y/n, Darlin’, I promise you Walker deserved it.” Rip said, his large hands finding their way to your hips.

“Oh, I know. I heard everything, heard him talking about me. Heard him taunting you. He had it coming.” You looked up at Rip, his relieved smile making you chuckle. 

“You really are something, Woman. You know that?” Rip smiled at you, squeezing your hips gently.

“It’s been mentioned a few times, Cowboy.” You giggled as he kissed you. 

You looked at Walker, who was still being ripped a new one by Lloyd. You walked over to them, nodding at Lloyd, giving him a look that you wanted to say something. Lloyd stepped back politely, letting you take over. 

“Listen Walker, you might think you are a badass, but you're not. You’re an ex-convict with an attitude problem. And you are on the wrong ranch if you think that will fly. Rip might have beat your ass, but that was nothing compared to what will happen if you speak like that to anyone again. Don’t push your luck.” You said, turning to walk back to Rip. 

“Damn Sweetheart, seems you don’t need me around to defend yourself.” He looked down at you.

“We knew that, but you know how much I like seeing you so protective.” You smiled, fixing Rip’s jacket as he left a kiss to your forehead. 

[pendwelling]

Helloo,sorry for the trouble but could you tell me a bit about the ending of twsb? Is it a happy ending? Do all the main 3 get to live together? I am still in 170s as there is no other eng translation out there to read ahead... 🥺. I would really appreciate your help as the curiosity is killing me.

//SPOILERS FOR TWSB ENDING!!!!!!//

I answered a similar question on twt/x so I'll just elaborate on my answer from there haha:

It's a very VERY happy ending!!!!! Think of all the struggles and desires of the main characters and imagine them finally getting peace, solace, and happiness. TWSB at its core had always been a very character-driven story where the goals and desires of the characters were what largely push the plot forward, and after all their struggles, you can tell the ending was lovingly crafted over a careful build-up of 920 chapters. They all get their resolution, and character who have went through tragedies get their second chances at living a kinder life, and the villains get their comeuppance in the fair way that TWSB tends to treat its antagonists (there's also proper trial investigations being done and etc etc, politics and court affairs in this novel is actually so interesting.)

All the characters have obtained their perfect endings in their fitting respective ways! It's a super gratifying conclusion for readers, and the thing about Sookym is that they also do a great job in making us care (or feel strong emotions towards) their large cast of characters.

In a more meta sense (since TWSB, for its genre, is surprisingly very meta)(and this is also a spoiler in regards to the universe's God), the "God" wishes for the main characters to be happy, and so the story has shifted itself so that a happy ending is something that our beloved characters are finally able to achieve for themselves without outside interference of original narrative structure forces (think of it a bit like ORV's Probability, TWSB has something similar to that). And in fact, for both the TWSB universe, AND the original QPB universe, as well. I can also confirm that the original Jesse Venetiaan gets his well-deserved happy ending, too! 🥹

Yeseo does indeed get to reunite with his siblings, too, and he ALSO gets to live with Cédric and Ham Ga-in Christelle on the weekends! (Despite pretty much being "married" into the Imperial Family and becoming Pope, this guy still chooses to work his usual 9-to-5 in the modern world LMAO.....)

There is an inter-world arrangement going on that is a bit hard to explain because there's a lot of context behind how it came to be haha, but basically Yeseo is essentially a bride that moves between households after getting married (LMAO). Everyone is very happy! Cédric especially, is very very smug that he gets to keep his beloved partner close by—he even safely escorts Yeseo back home like a dutiful partner whenever he needs to go back to his family home HAHAHA. Jung Hyunseo and him kinda have some beef over it, actually (Hyunseo: "this is his home?? why does he need an escort...." *insert smug Cédric face*). Hyunseo is really the older brother who has to deal with the antics of eccentric otherworldly in-laws and a model-student younger brother who has now grown up to be a bit of a troublemaker..... (There's a scene where Yeseo shows up and goes "Here's our baby!" while holding pretty-much-their-baby(DONT ASK WKDJKD)(AND NO THERES NO MPREG) and gives Hyunseo a near heart attack while Cédric looks so so so smug and self-fulfilled, he's such a brat..... (affectionate)).

All in all, after the war between the Riester Empire (with the allied forces of other countries + Crown Princess Elise) and the Sneijders of Venetiaan, there are award ceremonies (several characters get promoted or given new titled ranks), memorials and eulogies for those fallen in the war, and a very well wrapped-up conclusion to this huge conflict (again politics in TWSB are actually very interesting and really well done imo). It largely has to do with the Almighty God, as well, but I won't say much about that because 1.) It's a revelation that is best made while reading yourself, and 2.) It's a bit complicated to understand without the proper context anyway hahajah....

(I can also confirm that future emperor Cédric probably won't have to worry about siring an heir. Congratulations to Yeseo for essentially being the queerplatonic mother to his two partners' "children".....)(this sounds absolutely crazy but it makes sense OK trust me, but anyway, CYC are partners and I trust that they will continue to support each other for a long, long time hehe)

It's super, super satisfying, and a very happy ending for Yeseo and friends! :')

[pussydemolisher900]

LetsTalkPalestine Updates from IG:

• 193 Palestinians killed, 920 injured in Gaza in the past 24 hours

🇺🇸 US to airdrop aid to Gaza in the “coming days”; it’s important to note that airdrops aren’t the most effective means to deliver aid, WHO stresses the safest and easiest way is by land through crossings which Israel has deliberately blocked from entering Gaza

🇨🇴 Colombian president announces suspension of all arms purchases from Israel and accused Israel of genocide in direct response to yesterday’s ‘flour massacre’ where Israeli forces fired at Palestinians awaiting aid trucks in Gaza City, killing 115 Palestinians and injuring 760

🇪🇺 EU to reinstate funding to UNRWA by sending $ 54.2m next week – EU Foreign Policy Chief says this indicates the EU acknowledges UNRWA as “irreplaceable”

• Hamas says 7 Israeli hostages have been killed by recent Israeli bombing; several hostages have been killed by Israeli attacks since Oct 7, including 3 who were shot by Israeli forces

[wundrousarts]

Some Silverborn ideas based on these emojis...

🕰️🌌 makes me think of the Skyfaced Clock and Eventide, which is fitting for a book that will explore more of Mog and her past/origins... the clock later on also makes me think of Ghostly Hours!

🕯️is likely the Black Parade. I really hope the "grr" snippet wasn't cut because I love it. I also hope the Parade isn't cancelled again because I'd love to see it through the perspective of Morrigan walking in it. If a Unit 920 member will have a "semi-importantish" role in the book, this would be the time to meet them.

🌳🎂 makes me think of the picnic snippet. Maybe a birthday for another 919 member?

🐙 intrigues me. Will we see an Octopuswun? I want to see an Octopuswun.

⛪️ is the church emoji... would love to get more lore on religion in Nevermoor, the Wundrous Divinities and the Divine Thing, etc...

🐉🩸💀📰🐉... is someone going to get killed at a dragon tournament? Someone's going to get killed at a dragon tournament aren't they... would they be killed by a dragon? Could the cover relate to this? (Could the "HAWTHORNE?!?" relate to this?) 🤔

Also the "teen Mog" snippet has Morrigan saying "I was there, I could help with the investigation" and I feel like it makes sense for her to be at a dragon tournament to support Hawthorne..... hmmm 🤔 🧐 👀

🕷️ I am going to be delusional and relate this to weaving. Because spiders weave webs... idk. More Wundrous Arts! More Wundrous Divinities! MORE WUNDER!

EDIT: did see someone say the spider could indicate Octavia, which makes way more sense and I do hope to see her? it? again.

🎂 the second time makes me think of Morrigan's birthday, since we know she turns 14 and it's "later in the book" and after the Christmas tree.

😭🥰😳😬 I have no clue if these are all related but I think it's kinda a funny sequence of emojis, lol. Perhaps Jupiter finds out about the apprenticeship at the end of the book? Perhaps this is something to do with Mog's mom, who Silverborn might start to explore? No clue. Excited to find out!

[reblog-house]

Ice Creams of Divorce

Characters: Bdubs, Cleo, Scar, Etho

Wc: 920

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 244, “Critical Ice Cream”

Ao3: Here!

“Mhmm,” Bdubs exaggerated delight with a mouthful of ice cream. “Delicious, right Cleo?”

Cleo didn’t respond. Bdubs turned to his left and they were glaring daggers at Etho from across the table. Etho, on his part, was bent towards the table trying to bring the ice cream to his face, but every time he moved the spoon closer, Cleo’s face hardened.

“Mom,” he whined. “The ice cream’s good, right?”

Cleo glanced at Bdubs and let out a small smile. “Of course, Bdubs.” Then looked back at the odd one out and continued frowning.

“Yes, Bdubs,” Scar said, across the table with his mouth full. “The ice cream is delicious. But it would be even better without Mister Deadbeat over there.”

“Come on, guys! He’s trying to reach out! Right dad?” Etho tried to speak but Bdubs continued. “Look! He’s here!”

“Yes, Bdubs, and that’s exactly the problem.”

“But! You guys were all in for the idea of inviting him! And it was all VERY civil during the meal! No one clawed the other’s eyes out! It makes no sense!”

“Oh, that was before dessert.” Scar said nonchalantly and Cleo nodded firmly, like that made any sense.

“So what!”

“I…” Etho spoke up, and all the eyes turned to him. He gulped, audibly. “I think I should probably… get going now.”

“What! No, dad!”

“Oh?” Cleo raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Is your little friend group calling? Asking when you’ll stop ‘babysitting’?”

Bdubs gasped. “Oh, don’t you speak of TIES like that! They’re great people, I’ll have you know!”

Cleo and Scar looked at him and then at each other. He couldn’t read their minds but he didn’t like whatever was happening, no siree! 

“Right… Scar, could you and Bdubs go for a walk?” they said, eyes never leaving Etho.

“Gladly!” Scar said, pushing his chair back. A crash followed. Scar looked down and pouted. “Awe, my cane, not again.”

Bdubs wanted to say ‘told you so’ but he didn’t think it would be the best idea.

Still, he muttered, “Told you not to hook it on the chair.”

Scar was close enough to hear him, but he clearly ignored it. Or maybe he was just too focused on trying to get his cane from the floor that he didn’t listen. He was like that.

He should help him get it.

At once, it hit Bdubs. “Wait, no!” Eyes on him again. He corrected his tone. “What about we don’t go?” 

Bdubs could probably count the amount of hairs on Cleo that turned gray in the length of the conversation.

“Pray tell, why would you not?”

“Because you would kill him and he couldn’t defend himself! No offense Etho.”

“None taken, sadly.” His voice grew sad. “I’ve already been called washed up and past my prime—”

“That’s a lie!”

“—Cleo would kill me instantly. I’ve accepted it.”

“Look at what you did!” Bdubs said to his mom. “The comment still hurts him!”

“I never said he was washed up! Everyone else said that but me!” They tried to defend themself but the cards weren’t in their favor.

“Clockers! Etho!” Scar said suddenly. He was already standing, cane in hand. When did he pick it up? “We’re getting too off-topic now! Come on, Bdubs.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bdubs…” Scar said with a threatening voice.

“I wanna hear what mom’s gonna say.”

Cleo sighed. “Take a seat Scar. Finish your ice creams.”

Bdubs had completely forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, so had Scar. Both scoops had already half-melted.

“Look, Etho… I hate putting the children in the middle of this—”

Bdubs wanted to retort that he wasn’t a child. So he did. They all ignored him.

“But if you want to be present in their lives, we could strike up an arrangement. Won’t suddenly drop Bdubs on you nor will you visit unannounced. You could call ahead and decide when to see them. That could be a thing. Nothing’s stopping you.

“If, however,” she continued, “you’re gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?”

The room grew dead silent.

Then, cackling. 

“Oh my god.” Scar said as he laughed.

A puff of air escaped Bdubs. Then, he felt something start to rise to his throat, stuck there for a second. 

And it escaped.

Bdubs laughed.

His eyes closed and he didn’t hear his parents join in, but their exhales felt less tense now. Almost fond.

After a bit, they stopped laughing. The air was silent, but no longer thick. Bdubs looked at his dad.

Etho breathed, then said, “Yeah I would… I think I would like that. The first thing. If Scar doesn’t mind. I know he hates me.”

“And that won’t change any time soon,” Scar said like a reminder. “But whatever makes Bdubs happy. Just remember, you mess with one of us, you mess with all, Mister Slab. Clockers stay together above it all. Remember that.”

Etho nodded firmly. “I will.”

“Oh, one more thing,” Cleo said. “You can’t take Bdubs to your crew of friends. I don’t trust they’re good role models for him.”

“Mom!”

Etho hummed. “You know, yeah, I see what you mean.”

“WHAT.”

“We’re a bit rowdy,” he added thoughtfully.

Cleo groaned. “Don’t ever say that again or I’ll rescind the invitation.” They rested their arms on the table. “So, are we on the same page?”

Etho looked at Bdubs, then at Scar. Then, back at Cleo. And with determination in his voice, “Yes. We are.”

[letstevengrantsleep]

Bad Girl - ft. Eddie Munson (pt.2)

older!rockstar!Eddie Munson x younger!reader

summary: after working on your new album with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin, you debut your latest single on stage at one of their concerts

word count: 920

warnings: age gap (reader is 20s, Eddie is 40s/50s)

a/n: this can realistically be read as a stand alone thing but if you want the buildup then read pt.1 here - please let me know if you want a smutty pt.3 to this :))))

masterlist

It's half an hour before you make your debut appearance with Corroded Coffin, and quite honestly you've never been so terrified. You find yourself standing in front of a full length mirror staring at your body as you mull over your outfit options.

A sharp knock on the door startles you out of your train of thought. "Dollface!" Eddie shouts, swinging the door open dramatically. " You ready for this? Corroded Coffin is about to bring this place down!"

He's got a wide smirk on his face, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans as he leans casually against the door.

You can't help but smile back at him as you sigh out, "I'm fucking terrified I'm not gonna lie. Performing with legends like you?" You bite back another smile, "It's intimidating."

Eddie nods, tilting his head to the side and smirking at you, "hey, you're a big star baby, do your thing and the crowd will go crazy." Standing there, he continues with a wink, "I'll see you out there dollface."

"See you out there, rock star."

After getting ready you head to the side of the stage and watch as Eddie absolutely kills it out there with the band. His energy is palpable as he stomps around the large space, completely commanding the audience with his undeniable sexuality.

The crowd are roaring with excitement and the whole experience feels so intense, to even be here at a Corroded Coffin gig feels like a once in a lifetime experience, and the thought of being on stage with them in a few songs time makes you buzz with anticipation.

Holy shit, you think, the energy building up as you wait to go on stage, this is really happening.

"Right, fuckers..." Eddie drawls into his mic, turning to side stage and throwing you a wink to let you know this is it. "I've been busy recently... writing some stuff with a friend. She's taken the metal world by storm with this fucking single, and her sexy vocals... they'll drive you crazy, trust me." He smirks at you again and raises his arm to beckon you on stage, "please welcome the beautiful..."

The crowd roars as Eddie introduces you and as you strut your way onto stage throwing him a wink, you swear you see his mind go blank. Clad in fishnets and a vintage Corroded Coffin tee that so tight fitting it's practically a crop top... he can't take his eyes off you. Eddie's eyes move up along your legs and land on your cleavage, you're stood there like something out of his fucking dreams.

As the first notes of your song starts, Eddie practically moans out the first line...

"Just lay your head in daddy's lap you're a bad girl..."

You've never felt so confident, singing your lyrics and performing with one of the biggest rock bands on the planet. Eddie's got that grin on his face again as he makes his way over to you. He can tell your confidence is growing with each beat, your sultry voice only empowering your attitude more.

Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and the crowd go mental, watching with anticipation as he leans in to your ear. "Keep going! Just imagine the things some of these guys want to be doing to you right now..."

You can barely hear him over the crowd but his comment still makes you feel weak at the knees. Turning to face him fully you belt out the next lyric, pulling his hand to trace up your body and land on your neck.

"Choke me 'cause I said so. Stroke me and feed my ego. I've been a bad girl don't you know?"

As you sing a smirk plays at the corners of your lips, one hand moving to rake down from his chest to his belt which you grip, pulling him in. If he's going to make comments like that, you're going to put on a show.

Once again the crowd goes wild as you tease Eddie, and as the song ramps up to the final line I step impossibly closer to him, singing...

"Come get it now or never, I'll let you do whatever, I'll be your bad girl, here we go!"

The song ends and you both stand there breathless, Eddie singing "bad, bad, bad, bad girl..." while smirking wide at you.

The crowd is deafening, but the only thing you can hear is Eddie as he shouts "fucking gorgeous, dollface!"

As you move to stand back from Eddie you find yourself trapped by his arm quickly wrapping around your waist and pulling you back in. The tension between you is so thick you can barely breathe as he stares into your eyes, looking for any kind of panic in your gaze... but all he sees is passion, lust for fuck sake. It's all built up to this. Months of waiting to get in the same room as you again and here he is fucking drooling over you like a teenager.

He can't take it anymore, and before either of you can process the implications of what's happening, you're kissing him. Deep and sensual and raw fucking passion running through you like electricity. It takes all the willpower in the world for you to pull away, knowing full well that Eddie still has a show to perform.

He's breathless, feral, and there's nothing you can do as he grabs at your jaw to still you for a second longer.

"Wait for me in my dressing room, dollface."

[magz]

Quoted from "Let's Talk Palestine" (instagram channel)

February 29, 2024 update:

• Gaza death toll surpasses 30,000, around 25,000 being women and children. Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor estimates the real number including the thousands buried under the rubble at over 38,000

• Israeli forces opened fire on hundreds of Palestinians awaiting “life saving aid” in Gaza City killing 112 and injuring 760

🇺🇳 Algeria requested a UN Security Council closed meeting on today’s massacre in northern Gaza; Secretary General statement affirmed the UN condemns the massacre and is “appalled” by the total death toll in Gaza

• 10 children in Gaza killed by starvation this week; UNRWA says aid “decreased by half” since the Jan. ICJ South Africa v Israel case

• Haaretz: Crowd of Israeli settlers protesting at Beit Hanoun crossing “broke through” the military checkpoint, entering northern Gaza to call on the gov’t Gaza settlements — some made it 500m before being stopped by Israeli police. While Israeli protesters continue blocking aid trucks at Karem Abu Salem crossing

March 1, 2024 update:

🚨🇳🇮 Nicaragua v Germany ICJ case

Nicaragua filed a case at the ICJ accusing Germany of facilitating genocide and violating its obligations under the genocide convention by providing political, financial & military support to Israel + halting funding to UNRWA.

Further arguing Germany’s complicity in war crimes, the illegal occupation of Palestine, and Israel’s apartheid regime through its long-standing support of Israel.

Nicaragua requests the ICJ to issue emergency provisional measures for Germany to:

• Immediately halt all aid and military assistance to Israel that violates the genocide convention & international humanitarian law

•Ensure already delivered weapons aren’t used to commit genocide or violate international humanitarian law

• Resume funding to UNRWA + ensure humanitarian aid reaches Palestinians

This case is a warning to all countries that they can be held accountable, as their unconditional financial & military support to Israel makes them complicit in genocide.

• 193 Palestinians killed, 920 injured in Gaza in the past 24 hours

🇺🇸 US to airdrop aid to Gaza in the “coming days”; it’s important to note that airdrops aren’t the most effective means to deliver aid, WHO stresses the safest and easiest way is by land through crossings which Israel has deliberately blocked from entering Gaza

🇨🇴 Colombian president announces suspension of all arms purchases from Israel and accused Israel of genocide in direct response to yesterday’s ‘flour massacre’ where Israeli forces fired at Palestinians awaiting aid trucks in Gaza City, killing 115 Palestinians and injuring 760

🇪🇺 EU to reinstate funding to UNRWA by sending $ 54.2m next week – EU Foreign Policy Chief says this indicates the EU acknowledges UNRWA as “irreplaceable”

• Hamas says 7 Israeli hostages have been killed by recent Israeli bombing; several hostages have been killed by Israeli attacks since Oct 7, including 3 who were shot by Israeli forces

[justa-rat]

Meeting of Minds and Gunpowder. Pt. 2.

May 12th,

Word Count:  920

Part One

Goodnieghbor bloomed before the Ghoul. A mix of robots, ghouls, and smooth-skins. Compared to Diamond City, it was a true mixing pot of all sorts. However, one thing that pulled them all together in similarity - was the no good aura around them. Each and every person was scum, he could tell. Pickpockets, thieves, and scammers the lot of them. Even the spare raider could be spotted slinking in and out of doors in the back alleys. Dried blood splattered on the pavement underfoot, telling stories of mugging and knife fights long passed. A place of true degeneracy. It was about what the world had come too in a nutshell - a steaming pile of shit. As long as he got what he needed, the Ghoul could care less. He adjusted the hat on his head, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and strode deeper into the city. Another wretched bout of coughing wracked his lungs, his head tilting down on instinct as he shoved himself into an alley. He leaned against a wall for a moment, sweat beading down his forehead. He took a wheezing breath, sliding down till he was sitting, resting his aching head in his hands. His body was shaking, not out of any fear - but of need. The world blurred, spinning around and around twistingly. 

"Hey… Guy. You feelin' alright?" A raspy voice sliced through the Ghouls' thoughts.

A man stood before him, he wore a brazen red coat - fashioned in a colonial style. Atop his head sat a tricorn hat, it looked to be old, worn, covered in dirt and old blood. The Ghoul swatted a hand lazily in his direction, voicelessly forfeiting the others assistance - yet the stranger still persisted. 

"C'mon pal, just talk to me. What's the problem? Run 'outta Jet? Psycho? Buffout? Withdrawal can be a bitch, I've been there." His words sounded oddly sincere. This was no doubt going to cost him. It didn't really matter, if this dumbass stranger could get him in the same room as some Rads - he'd be all set from there. 

It was a shame the strangers voice only worsened his aching head. 

"I don't need no damn drugs. Not them kinda drugs, anyway." He growled out through grit teeth, the wave after wave of vertigo driving him near mad. His expression turned to a wince, and the stranger nodded in understanding. Wordlessly, he fumbled throughout the pouch attached to his waist. Inhalers and tablets shifted about as he dug through it, momentarily producing a small vial containing a yellow liquid. 

"Here, friend." He extended his hand, the vial resting in his palm. The Ghoul wasted no time snatching up the precious vial, uncorking it with his teeth - he paused, looking up at the stranger. A fellow ghoul, it seemed. 

"If this is piss, I'll fuckin' shoot your ass." He lifted the vial to the gaping hole in which his nose once rested, sniffing it. It at least didn't smell like piss. The stranger only snorted in response, but said nothing to his comment. The Ghoul lifted the vial to his chapped and broken lips, tilting his head back and slurping up the small amount of liquid greedily. Instant relief washed over him, and a sigh left his body. He relaxed, waiting for the rest of the symptoms to slowly subside. 

"Feel better?" The stranger was leaning against the wall now, one ankle crossed over the other as the full of his weight rested on the building behind him. His arms were crossed, and he was watching the other man keenly. 

"What do you want, exactly?" The Ghoul cut to the chase, he understood how the wasteland worked - nothing was truly for free. "Caps? Want me to kill someone for ya?" His tone was demeaning, taunting even. Guy looked like he was ripped out of a damn history book.  

The stranger simply put his hands up in resignation, bowing his head ever so slightly, "I don't want a damn thing from you, friend, just a fellow forgotten and undermined man looking to help another get back on his feet." A smile appeared on his face, and the Ghoul realized it was worse than anything he could have thought. The man was an idealist. 

Pushing himself away from the wall, the stranger took a few paces towards the Ghoul. He tensed in reaction, hand unconsciously feeling for his gun - but the other made no move to pull out a weapon. Instead, he reached out a hand towards the Ghoul, an offering of peace - and to help the fellow stand. The Ghoul's eyes narrowed, and he denied the help - pushing the other ghoul's hand out of his face, and getting to his feet on his own. They stood eye to eye now, rather than the stranger lording over him in a state of vulnerability. The Ghoul even took slight satisfaction of being taller than the other, tiling his head up ever so slightly. He took a moment to look the stranger up and down, fully taking in the revolutionary war garb he dawned. He made a vague gesture towards his clothing, curiosity overpowering anything else in that moment, "So uh… What's up with the getup… You some kinda… Weird reenactor? Thought thems all died out with the war n'all."  

The stranger's smile didn't fade, he even let out a laugh, "Ahh, nah. Not really. Outfit just… Spoke to me is all. The name’s John Hancock, I'm the mayor here. I'd like to personally welcome you to my little slice of heaven, Goodneighbor."

[elliemarchetti]

Gwynriel Weeks Day 4

I know I said I would write drabbles for this year's @gwynrielweeksofficial, but I got a little carried away.

The angst saga goes on.

Prompt: Warriors

Words: 920

War meant death, and loss, and suffering. It was horrible in all its forms, but war against a god of death and his followers was devastatingly cruel. It didn’t take place in an open field, it had nothing to do with the honour and the thrill of battle that was talked about in books. It was made of secrets, some to be kept hidden at the cost of one’s life, some to be uncovered regardless of what one had to sacrifice to do so. Gwyn didn’t think she was cut for this type of war, a constant battle between survival and feelings, between integrity and safety. She had realized it some time ago, when she would’ve died rather than leave Nesta alone on that sacred mountain she would’ve preferred to see razed to the ground, and even before, when she had sacrificed her innocence just to save the children of Sangravah. The training she had undergone after had taught her she should’ve behaved differently, be more selfish, but at the same time her mentor told her she did the right thing, making her incredibly proud.

It happened during one of their private sessions: they were both sweaty and exhausted, but battle don’t stop when you wish for it to, so her instructor had tried to end the fight as quickly as possible, to teach her a lesson and return to his rooms, where he would’ve washed the dirt away and from which he would’ve then disappeared until the next day, but he scared her, and a single tear had run down her freckled cheek. He had let her vent, he had let her cry and scream in despair and sob without ever showing the slightest sign of mercy, his fists clenched as if to keep himself from killing those responsible, souls he had already reaped during another war, against another enemy. He had saved her, and had massacred anyone who so much as laid eyes on her, yet he wouldn't tell her where he spent his nights, if he had a home in Velaris, an apartment whose location only the High Lord knew, or if he flew every night to his mother’s house.

Gwyn knew she was stupid for having fallen in love with a mystery. She realized the complexity of her feelings when no one heard from him for a while during a mission and even his closest friends began to accept the idea he might be dead. She had talked with Emerie about going after him, and had even argued with Cassian, but in the end she had waited like everyone else until he returned, unharmed and distant. Those who knew him well had told her it was normal, that Azriel never talked about what he had seen and had to do during his travels, but Gwyn wanted to know, she wanted to take that weight off his heart and see his shoulders relax under her touch. She yearned for a moment of intimacy, and prayed every night that the Mother or the Cauldron would allow her to be seen by him as a possible partner and not as a mere pupil.

“You did the right thing,” he had told her on that occasion too, when they had finally found themselves alone after weeks spent being constantly surrounded by priestesses, friends, and allies. She may have done the right thing, but she still felt guilty, because the male she loved took for granted that no one would ever come looking for him, that no one would ever enter his study looking for clues as to where he was headed.

“You could have found a mangled corpse, a rotting carcass devoid of meaning,” he had warned her, and when she told Nesta, her voice breaking at the mere thought, she had suggested that perhaps the spy’s path wasn’t her vocation.

“Nothing will ever take away the title of Valkyrie and Carynthian from you,” she reminded her during one of their sleepovers. “But maybe a role that puts such a strain on your morals isn’t what you need to heal.”

Gwyn had been tempted to agree with her, to end her training with Azriel and forget about Koschei, but when he had sent her a note in his familiar handwriting, a simple white card with a date and time to meet, her resolve crumbled and she showed up at the training arena right when the first star started to shine in the night sky. They had fought, sure, but for the first time he had taught her to recognize what was happening around her when she was deprived of her predominant sense.

“Fae and mortals are equal in this: we rely on sight because we’re used to, but when it’s taken from us we must still be able to protect ourselves and prevent the enemy from turning us into weapons,” he had explained, standing so close to her she had felt his hot breath on her neck and the ghost of his wings caressing her back. She almost fainted at the sensation, but the lesson had been helpful, more than she liked to admit.

“Do the right thing,” he had told her some weeks later in a foreign land, when their vision started to diminish and everything around them faded in pitch black darkness. A spy would’ve run, a soldier would’ve listened to the orders given by a superior, but she was a warrior, so she put his arm around her shoulders and began to trudge in search of shelter.

[medusapelagia]

Z - Zombie

Z is for Zeros (@spaceofentropy) Thank you for sharing your monsters' secrets with me 💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy WT: Zombie Billy Hargrove, mention of body horror Words: 920

Billy opens his eyes and all he can see is a pitch-black darkness. He tries to move but he feels trapped.

He takes a deep breath and the air is warm and smells like earth. What the fuck is going on?

He can't see his clothes but he can feel that they are far too uncomfortable to be clothing he would have chosen for himself.

He pats himself, it feels like a suit. Was he at a wedding? Maybe he drank far too much and blacked out, it would not be a first, but that doesn't explain why he is trapped somewhere. Maybe someone closed him in a trunk to make a prank? But it should be a really big trunk if he is not curled up in it. It almost feels like "A coffin."

The epiphany strikes him like thunder.

He is closed in a fucking coffin!

Billy's breath becomes erratic while he starts to punch above his head until he feels the wood crack and the dirt fall on his face. 

He spits and keeps punching his way toward freedom until the fresh air caresses his hands and then he pushes himself out of the hole he digged

Billy lies on his side for a few moments, taking some deep breaths and gripping the green grass like it was his lifeline.

Who the fuck thought that burying him alive was a nice prank?

Whoever they are, they are going to deeply regret it.

The sky above him is dark and full of stars, the moon is hiding behind the clouds but there is enough light to let him see that he is in the graveyard, in front of him his own tombstone.

"What the fuck?!"

His memories are confused, he remembers a monster, and his mum, and a girl, and everything is so mixed up that he can't really point out what happened.

The blond boy looks at himself, he is wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a fucking red tie; he removes his tie that feels like it's suffocating him and throw it away, then he opens his shirt one button at a time until he sees it: a huge hole in his abdomen that is closing on his own.

Billy's trembling hand touches it, disgusted.

"Billy? Holy fucking shit! El was right!"

The blond boy turns and sees Harrington staring at him with a torch in his hand and a shovel in the other.

"That's not the appropriate tool to kill a monster, Harrington."

"Fuck you Hargrove, I know a lot of things about tools for killing monsters and this one was to help you get out, but it seems to me you already did a great job. All we have to do now it's cover it up." he states, getting closer.

"How come that you are not freaking out? I am freaking out! I died! Or at least I think I did."

Steve nods, shoving some dirt on Billy's tomb "You did. The mindflayer pierced you like you were a tissue paper, but El called and told me that she saw you, that you were coming back, and that you needed help, so I came."

Billy nods, and after a moment of hesitation asks "Max?"

"I didn't tell her anything, I wanted to check before. You know, with this monster thing one can never be too cautious."

Billy nods, still staring at Harrington “What now?”

“Now we get home.”

Billy snorts “I don’t think I can go home, pretty boy.”

“Not your home, dickhead, mine.”

“Are you offering me to get to your place?”

“Unless you prefer to rest here under the stars.” Steve replies sarcastically.

Billy follows Steve to his car and into his house, it’s big and cold as he remembers it “Still no parents around.”

“What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.”

Steve shows Billy his room “You can sleep here or in one of the guest rooms.”

“Aren’t you scared that I’ll kill you to eat your brain or something like that?”

Steve laughs out loud “My brain? Man I don’t think you’ll get a lot of nutrition from it, maybe from Henderson’s, but you are stuck with me.”

“You are not scared.”

“The last time I was scared there was a monster coming through the walls and I got back to help Nancy and Jon so, no, nothing scares me.” the chestnut boy thinks for a moment “Oh, no actually there is one thing that scares me.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m scared that something bad will happen to the people I love, and that’s exactly why you are here with me and not wandering around Hawkins.”

“What if I kill you during the night?” Billy insists.

“El will know it, and you know how terrifying she can be. Now sleep, or don’t, I don’t care, but tomorrow it’s my first day at Family Video and I will not be late.”

“What if I leave the house and kill someone else?”

“Do you want to? Do you feel the need to kill someone?”

“No?”

“Good.”

“How can you be so fucking calm.”

“I’m so fucking calm because I live in the middle of nowhere, the only place you can go by foot is the damn woods and you know what? Hopper still patrols the woods, so sleep, or don’t but stop trying to make everything even harder! Tomorrow we will team up and we will find a solution, but right now I need to rest, and you do too.”

Billy sighs, how long has passed since the last time he rested peacefully?

Years for sure.

He doesn’t get on Steve’s bed or in one of the guest rooms, he simply takes a blanket and rests on the floor where he has his back against the wall and can still see both the door and Harrington.

He will not rest, not tonight, but maybe, hiding in Harrington’s house, he will finally have some peace.

[sirowsky]

As promised, here comes the first of the Celebration Stories! My heartfelt thanks to @suttonspuds for this prompt, which was "Did you just kick my door down!?" & "You like my beard?"

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Joel Miller x Reader, reader has no description or specified gender, mature themes, cursing, The Last of Us AU. Word Count: 920 Sirowsky's Masterlist

--Neighbors--

   “What the fuck…?” he barks as he walks through the broken door, eyeing it incredulously before he turns to you with anger quickly filling his frame. “Did you just kick my door down?!”

   You squirm slightly where you stand, further into the house, while you try and come up with a good excuse.    Despite his growing years, he can still make your adrenaline spike with his impressive glare and deep scowl.

   “You didn’t answer, so I…” you try, but he predictably doesn’t buy that.

   “So, you break my fucking house? What’s wrong with you?” he growls, walking closer, and even though you know that he won’t hurt you, your instinct is still to back away.

   You don’t, though.

   “I haven’t heard from you in weeks, I was worried,” you finally say, and it’s true. “You’re kinda ripe these days, so it’s not like it’s unthinkable that something might’ve happened.”

   His anger is mildly dampened by that, but he’s still not happy. Especially not at such a crude reminder that he’s no young stallion anymore.

   “Well, I’m still here, and I still gotta feed myself, which is why I was out hunting.    Would it have killed you to wait five goddamned minutes?” he grumbles, and you lower your gaze to the floor, evading the question.

   Because of course, you could’ve waited, but for some reason you’d felt extremely worried about him today, to the point where you’d ran the half mile between your house and his.    It seems silly now, but it had felt so overwhelmingly frightening at the time.

   “How the hell did you manage to break the damned thing anyway? You’re no youngster yourself, you know,” he complains, and you shrug, lifting your head again to watch as he picks up a few of the smaller pieces that had come loose when you’d assaulted the wood.

   “I guess I’ve just always been better than you at taking care of myself,” you mumble, and his eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t disagree.

   “You gonna stick around to help me fix it?” he asks then, and you relax, because you know that means that the argument is over.

   He’s been your closest neighbor for a few years now, and you’ve always had a good relationship, always helping each other and looking out for one another.    But you’ve also always argued.

   In the beginning, it had been pretty much on a weekly basis, because you’d struggled to learn the different sides of his character and how to talk to him in a constructive way.    And while it had gotten better, communication was still nowhere near his strongest trait.

   Also, things had gotten somewhat more complicated after you’d spent a night together about a year ago.    It’s developed into a friends-with-benefits sort of thing, more than any deeper affection, and you suspect that that’s about as much as he’s capable of giving anyone.    Which you’re perfectly fine with.

   The physical closeness is about comfort more than passion, and you’ve since spent many nights just sleeping next to each other, simply for the warmth of not being alone.    But you can tell from his tone that he’s asking for more than that today.

   “Be rude not to…” you answer with a small smile, which he reciprocates.

   “Thanks.”

   He brings his tools and together you fix the door in no time while idly chatting about the weather and the animals that you keep.    Conversation does occasionally get heavier between you, but that’s mostly late at night when you’ve had a drink or two. Work flows easier with lighter topics.

   “It’s getting about time to do something about that mop on your head,” you tease, keeping to the spirit of easy topics, and he huffs a laugh.

   “I was thinking I might grow it out, see how long it would stay curly,” he suggests, and you can’t really tell if he’s joking, so you just go with the first thing that comes to mind.

   “I don’t think your hair will ever be anything but curly. Which is good, cause I like it like that,” you smile at him while tightening a screw.

   “Yeah?” he asks, and you nod earnestly, which seems to spark his interest. “Do you like my beard?”

   He hasn’t bothered to shave much lately, probably because his right hand is causing him some trouble these days, so his beard is as wild as you’ve ever seen it.    It’s got little bald patches and still shifts between brown and grey, although the silver is winning that battle.

   “I like it a bit more tamed than this,” you chuckle, pinching a few strands between your fingertips and tugging gently, which makes him smile. “But yeah, I like it.”

   You’re all finished with the door just then, so he takes the screwdriver from your hand and puts it down on the kitchen table, before coming back to take your now empty hand and lead you to his bedroom.

   You stay the night, watching the northern lights dance across the sky through his bedroom window as you fall asleep.    And you think about how low the odds must’ve been that you’d not only survive the fungus, but come to live your best life in the aftermath of it all.

   Because while your life had seemed good before all that, it’s only now, after your bones have started aching and your energy drains too fast and you can never sleep enough, that you’ve finally learned what it is to have peace.    In both mind and heart.

<<<<<<<THE END>>>>>>>

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