#countdowns

[pumpkintheapplepie]

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[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Hypnovember Day 14: Impossibly Deep

Ooooo I had fun with this one y'all. A nice countdowny confusion induction, plenty of finger snaps for you pervs.

[xxradzxx]

7 DAYS UNTIL MY FIRST CONCERT OF 2024!!

[twistedtummies2]

The Problem With Making Lists...

...Is that you have to update them. Because time changes, and people with it. In my case, with my pred crush lists, my mood can shift a lot in a very small amount of time. Characters I had/have major crushes on can drop down, and new crushes can blossom at any time. Plus, what makes a good CRUSH won’t always make a good SCENE or STORY, and vice-versa. XD I’m saying all this because I’m in a bind with my list of Big Bad Wolf pred crushes. I’m considering updating it again, adding someone new to the ranks...but that inevitably means one of the wolves on the countdown will have to drop out entirely, and I don’t really feel like doing that. I guess I could just make it a Top 16, but...I dunno. Who does THAT weirdness, right? LOL I could also go all the way to 20, but I feel like at that point I’m really pushing it, for various reasons. Ah, well. We’ll see what I do. If anything. :P

[lovecolibri]

WIP Wednesday

Coming in late, but I tagged by the lovely @elvensorceress and couldn't just NOT do something! Thank you! I wasn't sure I was going to keep this, since I hadn't set the timeline yet, but I think I will. So enjoy this little unedited side story moment I just wrote from Countdowns about Maddie coming to LA.

*Meanwhile, at a diner somewhere in the desert Southwest*

“Wait, can you turn that up? Please?” the woman at the counter asks. She’d been polite but quiet and touch skittish. Louise knew the type and gave Rocko at the grill a heads up to keep an eye out for trouble. It wouldn’t be the first, or sadly the last time a scared woman on the run was lured into the warmth of the diner near the bus stop, but that’s why Louise was here. Ol’ Mitch had been there when she’d needed a safe place for a meal, and now her and Rocko got to be the safe place for everyone else. They were ready for trouble if it came calling.

The woman is leaning forward, straining to see the story on the TV perched high in the corner of the room. Apparently some kind of bomb at a NASA rover demonstration was all it took to remove the skittish fear from the woman’s face and replace it with horror and an almost motherly concern.

Louise turns the TV up just as the camera zooms in closer on the young man with his leg trapped beneath the rover. The camera may not be close, and may be more focused on someone in what looks to be a bomb vest, but the yell the kid lets out as he tries to move still manages to come through, faint but clear. The woman gasps with her hand over her mouth and her eyes glassy with tears.

“He’s all alone,” is the first thing she says. Followed quickly by “Crush injuries are really tricky, he doesn’t-he doesn’t have much time, they need to get him out of there.”

Louise looks her over, then narrows her eyes at the screen and the hurt young man, knowing full well the bus that comes through has a route out of LA.

“Girl,” she says, gently, but firmly. “If he’s alright leaving marks like that on anyone,” gesturing to the woman’s wrist that had crept free from her jacket sleeves in her distress and distraction, “then maybe he deserves to get a foot crushed under a hunk of metal. No need to go running back for that.”

The woman’s head snaps over to Louise before she glances down and tugs her sleeve back into place. “No, that’s not-he’s-,” she sighs, looking worriedly back at the TV and chewing her lip while listening to the news anchor’s report and the repeat of what little information is available. “That’s my little brother,” she finally whispers, looking heartbroken. “That’s not who I was running from, it’s who I was running to.”

Ahhhh. The lightbulb clicks for Louise and she makes a soothing noise before going to grab a mug and murmur something to Rocko, returning with a steaming cup of lemon tea to place in front of the woman who takes it with a grateful smile, wrapping her hands around the cup to feel the warmth.

The diner is mostly empty so they sit together and watch the news unfold, the woman, Maddie as she introduced herself, wiping away tears when the bomber was disarmed and people swarmed to her brother, one woman kneeling next to him and holding his hand for comfort. Louise had to hand her a tissue when the small group of men around the rover couldn’t get it to budge and the kid, Evan, Maddie called him, screamed at the minute shifts in the weight pressing on him. She had to grab them both tissues when suddenly a barricade was moved and bystanders poured in to help, managing to lift the rover enough for the paramedics to slide the kid free and bundle him into an ambulance.

It's not until the camera follows the ambulance pulling away that Maddie looks around as if waking from a dream. “I-I need to go, I need to see when the next bus is coming, I have to get to LA as soon as possible,” she says as she starts to gather her things.

Rocko, with impeccable timing as always, pokes his head through the service window along with a pair of steaming breakfast specials. “Order up, and ride has arrived!” He shouts, just as a tall, broad woman walks through the door with a jingle of the bells overhead.

“I heard someone needed to get to LA in a hurry?” the woman calls out.

Maddie looks up, startled, and then turns to Louise. Louise just grabs the plats setting one in front of the new woman and the other in front of Maddie with a shrug. “Figured you might be anxious to get to your brother after all that, so I had Rocko get on the CB and see who was available.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly-“ Maddie starts to object but Louise waves her off.

“Lots of lost, scared women come through these bus stops out here. And Ruth,” she says, gesturing to the new woman who gives Maddie a nod before shoveling another giant bite of eggs and hashbrown into her mouth, “is a good friend with a big truck, a lead foot, and route directly to LA.”

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Maddie replies and Louise just smiles and pushes the plate closer.

“Nothing to say, darlin’. Now eat up so you’ll be ready to hit the road and take care of that brother of yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Maddie replies with a tired and strained but genuine smile. Louise nods at her one last time and walks off to make her coffee rounds for the few other patrons, stopping to tap the St. Christopher medal by the register and offer up a prayer for Maddie and Ruth, and for the young man hundreds of miles away being rushed through LA traffic to the hospital.

[mumblelard]

my advent chocolates lasted until the twelfth this year. i am usually a seven on the advent chocolates scale

[busyasabbey]

[flawless-imperfections]

the whole world stares up in wonder at the night sky 🌌

[tifazine]

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[kentnaturaltribrid]

Should be as is, 11 at the most days. At the least, 6 more.

[224bbaker]

Fun Fact: in one month (1/1/23), all Sherlock Holmes stories hit the public domain and the Conan Doyle Estate can't do shit! I say this for absolutely no reason but also congrats in advance to the happy couple.

[lovecolibri]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

I have been very very salty while clearing out my inbox so I figured it was time to post something NOT salty or ranting. I got a few moments to sit and write before bed so I’m sharing this little unedited snippet I wrote within the last hour from my astronaut!Buck fic Countdowns, where I will be having fun with canon events and manipulating them to suit my needs. Buck whump anyone?

It’s as officers are leading Freddie away and men with “Bomb Squad” on their vests rush by that the dots connect in Buck’s fuzzy brain. There was a bomb and that’s why he was alone. His team didn’t abandon him, they couldn’t get to him. As soon as the thought crosses his mind he hears the frantic voices of Hen and Chim calling for him and he sobs again, overwhelmed with pain, and relief that he’s no longer alone, as he feels Hen’s hand grip his.

“Hey there, Buckaroo, are you still with me?” She croons gently, before turning over her shoulder and shouting for the medic team to hurry up. Buck can’t answer, he’s too busy trying to breath around the pain and tears as her gentle fingers, that remind him so much of his sister, stroke his hair.

“It’s okay, Buck. We’re here now. We’re gonna get you out of there.” Buck does his best to nod and squeeze her fingers in acknowledgement.

“Chim?” she shouts over Buck’s head but if there’s a response he doesn’t hear it. The standby medic team has surrounded him now and he feels the prink of the IV into his hand, but Hen never lets go and never stops murmuring soothing words over him while they work.

He drifts for a second or minutes, he can’t really tell, before he hears Bobby again and feels a familiar grip on his shoulder.

“Hey kid.” Buck lets out another embarrassing whimper.

“I know, I know. We’re working really hard to get you out, we just have to figure out how to move the rover and Freddie-“ Bobby cuts himself off with a sigh filled with so much grief for what transpired this evening. 

“This wasn’t the only bomb he set and the road from the main facility is blocked by debris so getting the equipment out here to move this thing is…” Buck doesn’t need him to finish that sentence, he can guess well enough. Bobby squeezes his shoulder one more time and moves away, and seconds later a few of the medics move away as well.

“Bobby and Chim are trying to get everyone to lift the rover enough to slide you out.” Hen tells him, but Buck doesn’t need to hear all the grunting and cursing either to know it’s not going to work. The rover is too heavy, and there aren’t enough of them. He’s going to die on this asphalt. But at least he’s not alone now.

“Hey, no talking like that, Buckaroo!” Hen says sharply, squeezing his hand even tighter. Some of his thoughts must have spilled out of his mouth along with the blood pooling under his cheek. “No one is dying out here today.” Buck does his best to gurgle out an agreement he doesn’t feel, before closing his eyes, listening to Chim shouting ideas to Bobby though he can’t parse through them.

“Nope!” he feels a less than gentle tap to his cheek and groans in response. “Eyes open, Buck, you know the drill.” He does, and even though he’s tired he tries, for Hen. She’s always been good to him, and is the smartest person he knows. He’s learned that listening to her is always the correct choice,

[velinxi]

Happy year of the Dragon!

[Character from CTC]