#but he hasn't realised yet

[natelia-aldelliz]

"Yeah, they're definitely fucking. Or they want to at the very least. "

Soap sends him an incredulous look.

"Come on," Roach continues, "it's so obvious. Look at Alejandro's eyes when Rodolfo speaks, he's head over heels for the man."

"You really think so? I mean I've noticed Rudy looking at Ale like he's his soul, but ye think it's reciprocated?"

"Well, ok, I don't know if they know it, but it's definitely mutual. You have to trust me, I'm a genius in relationships."

Soap laughs at him, walking down the street, Roach walking beside him, though he doesn't touch the ground.

"You're definitely not that smart, you're trying to convince me your fiancé finds me hot."

Roach huffs. "I know he does!"

"I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm an annoying little fucker."

"Well, yeah, but an attractive annoying little fucker!"

Soap laughs. The villa is almost in view and he slows down, looking apprehensive.

"What, your brain finally caught up with your mouth? You finally realised you offered your head on a platter?" Roach teases, which makes Soap swat at him instinctively. Of course, it goes right through him.

"Shut up," Soap mumbles. "It's just..."

He sees him reach in his pocket and pick at the Shadow Company's insignia anxiously.

"It's probably nothing." He shoves the insignia back in his pocket, starts walking again.

"It's obviously something," Roach protests. "Tell me, it's not like I can tell anyone else!"

"There's something... wrong, with Graves," Soap finally says. "I feel... I don't know, heavy, like weighted down around him. Like I said, it's probably nothing. Probably psychological, cause I only see him when there's something wrong."

Roach hums, gaining some height to quickly check on where he knows Simon and Graves are hunkered down, waiting for Soap to enter their LT's scope. He can't really see them, which he supposes is kinda the point.

"Maybe it is psychological," he says as he floats back down. "But you're also the guy who sees ghosts, so maybe it's actually a thing."

Soap sighs. They turn a corner and he knows Simon now has visuals, but it also means the guards do too. He watches as Soap lifts his hands above his head.

"It's the same feeling as right now," he quickly whispers as the guards approach with their weapons trained on him.

"Let's make a deal, you come out of here alive and we look more into it."

Soap snorts. "Deal."

[kennimu]

Small little varigo doodles because I was bored and I love them :D

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

a scene in which Arthur saw Merlin sneaking around with a sorcerer and misunderstandings ensue:

(from a fic that I will probably never write)

Arthur: I know the truth, I’ve suspected it for a while now. Honestly, I think a part of me knew from the day I met you, I knew there was something different about you. I tried to help you when I said that you lied about being a sorcerer because you were in love with Gwen, but you were so adamant that I was wrong. And then there was your ‘friend’ who did the magic in Ealdor. Not to mention your secret whispers with Lancelot. And then last night… I saw you with that man. I know who you are.

Merlin: Arthur, please, don’t hate me! I was born like this, it doesn’t make me a bad person.

Arthur: I know–

Merlin: And I know that you can’t trust me anymore and I understand. I’ll leave Camelot right now. I’ll never show my face here again. *crying* Just please spare my life!

Arthur: Woah, woah, sssh it’s ok. I’m not going to kill you. Or exile you for that matter.

Merlin: You’re not? But your father would have me burned at the stake.

Arthur: So I won't tell him. I don’t just blindly follow everything my father thinks, you know. Maybe I did at first –and I'm sorry for that– but I’ve come to accept it.

Merlin: Really?

Arthur: Of course. You’re my closest friend, I trust you with everything, that’s not going to change. And for what it’s worth, when I’m king, I’m going to change the laws. People like you should be treated as equals.

Merlin: Oh, thank gods. It means so much to hear you say that. Arthur, you should know, it's all for you. Everything I did last night, I only thought of you.

Arthur: *incredibly flustered* Oh, ok. I mean, I kind of thought that might be the case, but I didn't think you'd be so open about it.

Merlin: You knew?

Arthur: You're not as subtle as you think, I can’t help but notice the way that you look at me.

Merlin: *freaking out* Wait, what do you mean?

Arthur: It’s ok, I’m flattered, truly. Honestly, I’d probably be a bit offended if you weren’t attracted to me. But you’ve never crossed that line, and for that I am very grateful. It shows how strong our friendship is. *squeezes Merlin's shoulder*

Merlin: *blushing violently* Right. Yeah. Of course.

Arthur: You seem shocked. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, if you thought I-

Merlin: No, no it’s not that. Just, you really don’t mind?

Arthur: It doesn’t change a thing. You just don’t have to hide from me anymore.

Merlin: Yeah. And you’re not going to tell anyone?

Arthur: No, I wouldn’t betray you like that. And mainly because this means that I’ve just lost a bet with Gwaine and I really don’t want him finding out.

Merlin: *laughs* You really are an idiot.

[werepires]

sorry I'm having a moment

[viiinz]

everyday I think about him (Ippolit Terentyev)

[walkingstackofbooks]

Inquisition, but with added angst...

What if Sloan's objective in Inquisition wasn't to recruit Julian, but to break him so he'd sign away his rights and let himself be incarcerated. For the protection of the Federation of course.

And what could break our doctor more than believing he's responsible for killing one of his friends...?

--

Julian woke up in a cell so small that even sitting up, he didn’t quite fit on the bench. The Defiant’s brig. They must have rescued him from Weyoun… and then put him here? He struggled to put his last few flashes of memory together; the Vorta had tried to convince him he was a spy, which had made him realised that it was Sloan who was the real traitor. Then Jadzia, Kira and Worf had beamed in, and he’d gone to grab the Cardassian’s weapon and then… nothing. Until waking up here. He guessed he must have hit his head, or been shot, or something – but there was no lingering pain anywhere, no indication of what might have caused his unconsciousness.

It didn’t really matter. The important thing was to tell Captain Sisko as soon as possible about what had happened – that Sloan could not be trusted. Julian was well aware of how this must have looked to his captain, but Sisko was fair; he knew he would be heard out.

Someone was standing on guard, but had placed themselves just to the side of the forcefield, so it impossible for Julian to make out anything more about them than their presence. “Can you tell Captain Sisko I’m awake? Please. I need to speak to him,” he asked whoever it was.

They didn’t respond. Automatically, Julian rapped on the forcefield with his fists – and then pulled them away quickly with a stifled cry, rubbing them where they’d been stung. The forcefield shimmered and stuttered for a few seconds, but the guard either had not noticed, or did not care.

“Hello? Please, it’s really important that Captain Sisko hears this,” Julian tried again, loud and demanding. He needed to relay what he had learnt, and he allowed his righteous anger to seep into his words. “I am still his Chief Medical Officer, you have no right—”

He stopped, hearing the crewman activate their combadge. “Kira to Sisko,” she said. “He’s woken up.”

In the brief silence that followed, Julian’s mind raced. It was Kira? And she was just ignoring him? He really had thought that his friends, at least, would know he’d never betray them, even if Sisko had to weigh up all the options as captain. Did his situation look that suspicious?

Sisko’s voice filtered back through the badge. “I’ll speak to him after,” the captain said. Julian could hear the frown in his voice, and shivered at the coldness of it. “I’m needed here. Tell him whatever you think is necessary. Sisko out.”

“Nerys, you need to listen to me—” Julian stopped as she swung round to meet his gaze. Kira was smiling, but there was no warmth to it. Her eyes were alight with anger, and Julian stepped back in alarm.

“I need to listen to you?” Kira said, lips curling in disdain. “Doctor, I’m really not sure that I’d believe anything you’d say right now, so don’t waste your breath.”

Julian looked at her in astonishment. “Kira, I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m innocent!” he exclaimed. “You can’t just– I’ve been framed, Sloan’s the traitor, he’s working with them…”

Some sort of half-laugh broke out of Kira, and she spat on the ground in front of his cell. “Was it Sloan who shot Jadzia, Julian? Do remind me.”

Julian faltered for a moment, struggling to comprehend what Kira had said. “Jadzia was shot?” he replied, heart pounding, stumbling over his words. “Is she alright? I should be in the Medbay, with her – why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because youshot her, Doctor!” Kira said incredulously, as though it was a fact, and not some insane accusation. “Stop pretending you don’t know that you’re the reason she’s probably going to—” She broke off, punching the wall next to her in frustration. “Dammit, Nerys,” she whispered, low enough that Julian was sure he wasn’t meant to hear. “Don’t cry yet.” Turning away from him, she returned to where she’d previously been stood, out of Julian’s sight.

Terror flooded him. “Kira,” he said urgently, moving as close as he could to the forcefield. “Kira, please. Tell me Jadzia’s alright.”

“You shot her in the stomach, Julian,” came the quiet response. “A perfect shot, you got Dax, too. No, she’s not “alright”. You made sure of that.”

Julian couldn’t breathe. He stumbled back, legs bumping into the bench behind him, causing him to fall onto it. This was a nightmare, Jadzia couldn’t be dying, this couldn’t be happening.

Except it was.

“I-- I didn’t do it, Kira,” he said, desperately. “I don’t know what you saw, but I didn’t—you know I’d never hurt her—I didn’t shoot her, Nerys, I couldn’t, I didn’t.” Surely, surely, even if part of him was working for the Dominion, that was still true. He was a doctor, he was Jadzia’s friend, he didn’t go around murdering people.

Kira had snatched up a PADD from the monitoring station, and released the forcefield for a few seconds to shove it into Julian’s hands. It was displaying the security feed for the Medbay, and Julian could see Jadzia lying on a biobed: Worf was holding her hands on one side, Sisko stood rigid on the other.

“I wish I could believe you,” Kira said. “But I saw you tackle that Cardassian for his phaser; I saw you aim at Jadzia and I watched as you fired. Then Worf launched himself at you, tackled you to the ground, and we got out of there. There’s no uncertainty here, Julian. The person we put behind that forcefield is the same person who shot Jadzia.”

“Me,” whispered Julian. It still didn’t make sense, he still couldn’t remember anything; it was impossible to believe that he’d been broken, that he was suffering from “engrammatic dissociation”, that any of this was real. He’d been so certain that Sloan and Weyoun had been working together in some grand scheme against him.

But maybe the simpler explanation was true. He was a traitor.

His hands were shaking – no, his whole body was shaking – and his breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, faster and faster. “I-- I don’t remember,” he said, aching to be believed in this, at least. “I really don’t remember. Please, Major. I didn’t know. I didn’t, I—I swear…” He was clutching at the PADD as though it was a lifeline, although he could barely make out the figures on the screen, no matter how many tears he blinked away.

“I can’t do this,” he heard Kira say, followed by the tap of her combadge again. “Kira to Security. I need someone – no, two people – down at the brig.”

He didn’t bother trying to speak to her again as they waited for security to relieve her. What would be the point? Instead, he let the cell around him grow blurry and floaty and distant, trying to get as far away from his own thoughts as he could. But it didn’t take long for his new guards to arrive, and the sound of footsteps and voices brought him back to himself.

He had expected Kira to leave without another word to him, but as she neared the door, she turned back, looking at him fiercely.

“I should have listened when Starfleet told us you were dangerous,” she said bitterly. “If you’d been locked away a year ago…” Leaving the thought hanging there, she shook her head, and made her exit.

Julian could fill in the blanks. If I’d been locked away a year ago, Jadzia wouldn’t be dying. If I hadn’t fought so hard against Sloan, I wouldn’t have shot her. If I hadn’t been so arrogant, thinking I was the exception, a “good” augment, thinking that I could never be turned—

A faint, deep yell came through the corridors, and Julian’s eyes snapped to the PADD. Sisko was now holding Jadzia’s hand, his head bent low, whereas Worf was standing up, head thrown back as he bellowed to the heavens. The PADD dropped from Julian’s hands as he fell to his knees on the floor. His head knocked against the forcefield as he went down, but he didn’t care. No physical discomfort could ever compete with the hollow emptiness that consumed him in that instant, and he was lost to despair.

--

(Having said I wouldn't start working on anything that wasn't my Miles-keeps-dying fic [and yes, okay, I do love making Julian watch his friends die, shhh], I haven't been able to stop thinking about this since chatting with @fuzzyhairedfreak the other day - it's not quite what I had in mind then, but I blame your post for setting the brainworms in motion :P it's been very fun to write though, so thanks!)

[incorrectgarashir]

Kidnapper: We have your child Miles: But both my kids are right here? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Miles: Oh god, you have Julian

[enbysiriusblack]

i cant decide whether i prefer sirius and remus being extremely affectionate with each other before they start dating but they both think it's 'just what they're like' together and thinking the other only likes them platonically while everyone around them thinks is so obvious they're in love

or sirius and remus being a lot less affectionate than both of them are with their other friends because they have feelings for each other and don't want each other to realise. which in turn they both see that they're not as affectionate to each other as they are with the rest of their friends so they both think the other doesn't like them that much

[hella1975]

azula povs are so fun to write bc she's so fucking clever and it gives me so much creative licence like truly she COULD have just figured that out. like i dont need to painstakingly find a way to put information in front of her bc she realistically can come to conclusions with minimal hints and it's so fucking fun. zuko meanwhile has resorted to punching people

[stoportotouch]

interesting thought from The Writing Of a later part of it hurts to pray to god that never particularly occured to me about how one might be affected by being a gay victorian with a brother who is ALSO a gay victorian.

[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

At some point during DDMG, the ghosts and other spirits who live in New York are going to have a meeting, and when Splinter gets there it's just going to be:

Garson/ Muckman: What've you got there?

Splinter, with his four adopted living human kids: A smoothie.

[jeysuso]

The way they looked at each other after the forehead touch. Jey really doesn't want to do this. Jey really is Roman's favorite 😭

he doesn't want to do it but he has to, and he's roman's favourite but he himself knows he's been roman's victim for too long. i hope he beats his ass.

[taegularities]

will cmi jk give his all to get her back?

he shall try.. <3

[littlespoonevan]

I may be remembering the wrong thing, but i'm not on pc so i cannot check, but didn't the spider guy too manifest the same exact symptoms as claudette? BP dropping, heartrate rising etc? Maybe he has a pattern, and since the other time it was steroids, maybe that's how he pulls it every time, that's why he was so sure to save her, "I always save them". Them being his victims. Maybe Hen will try to track down his previous patients?

Anonymous asked: Okay, I’ve had a sub-theory to the evil Jonah theory, and now it’s a theory about what makes Bobby feel guilty. The spider guy in 5x13, Bobby left the room, then Jonah gave the guy an injection while hen was looking at the patient and Lucy was watching for spiders, then he codes shortly after. Hen, a med student and experienced paramedic, has no idea what’s happening (which I thought was super strange when I watched the episode but now it kinda makes sense), but Jonah has an answer ready to go. He even says “pressure bottomed out” as an explanation for both him and Claudette coding minutes after being completely stable. I’ve connected the dots

i decided to link these two messages together since they're so similar but i think you're both 100% right!!! considering the similarities in the codes between the spider patient and claudette, it seems extremely likely jonah was injecting with something to trigger heart failure. and like you mentioned, hen is visibly confused in both scenarios since the patients were fine when she left them. i like the idea of her and chimney digging into jonah's history and seeing what other "heroic saves" he made!!

[ante--meridiem]

My dynamical systems prof is really cool and nice and says hi to me whenever he sees me, which makes me feel very apologetic because I don't think he's figured out yet that I'm bad at his course and only took it for lack of options more suited to me.

[mwagneto]

IT'S ONLY ONE SEASON?? bruh i thought I'd have to go through another season of this. jesus christ