ooh tell me about 'rescuing rumlow' (and here's to a more porny february 🥂 - i haven't written a lot this month either 😅)
I could really use a porny February. Dry January is brutal!
"Rescuing Rumlow" is the working title of a fic I started back in December for Whumperland, but I ended up writing something else for that prompt. It's exactly what it says on the tin--the soldier has to go rescue Rumlow after a pretty major fuck up. I have the outline put together but here's the first (and only) actual part I've written so far:
The soldier knew his right arm was broken. It didn’t take a medic to sort out that his right ulna was fractured beneath the skin. He could feel it.
Rollins appeared at his side, looking down at the Asset’s arm and grimacing at the developing bruises.
“That broken?” he asked, rubbing at his own chest and wincing in pain. He had been thrown several feet after the blast, but he seemed in better shape than the soldier. Still, his face betrayed the calm he was trying to project and he kept glancing down at the soldier’s broken arm and then back up to his face, like he was expecting something to happen. The Asset’s left arm was perfectly functional, so he couldn’t understand why Rollins was so concerned.
The soldier followed the man’s gaze down to his arm and twisted it experimentally in the low light of the safe house porch. The bone shifted and made a popping sound.
“Ok,” Rollins snapped, putting a hand out as if to stop the soldier’s movements. “Don’t move it like that,” he swallowed thickly, looking like he was very close to throwing up.
Rollins curled his lip at the soldier’s arm again and turned back toward the house. “Come inside and I’ll try to figure that out.”
“It will heal,” the soldier replied, flatly, reaching out with his titanium hand to rest it over the broken spot. Rollins rushed forward and he grabbed the wrist of the soldier’s metal arm harshly, pulling it back and away from the bruising skin.
“Don’t—“ he said, gripping tightly. “Quit fucking with it or I’m gonna throw up.”
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learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.
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one thing that will always be funny to me about batfam is that jason is forever convinced that dick is bruce's favorite child while all of his siblings know for sure that bruce's favorite child is actually jason
some random reporter: who's your favorite child?
bruce: how DARE YOU imply that i play favorites, i love ALL of my children equally
dick, without missing a bit: oh he absolutely plays favorites, it was jason
tim: rest in peace
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Can we just...talk about how Chester and Noris' voices start out super computerized and monotone and then slowly as they continue to talk they get more human and emotional like HOLY CRAP THAT IS GOOD
that is the GOOD STUFF RIGHT THERE
i literally can't wait to see where rusty quill goes with this tbh
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Very funny but unfair to wasps. :( I don't want giants wrecking my home either. They are just living (and some species of them are more chill than others).
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I don't know which part of this line is the funniest bit to me - the fact that it was Bubblegum's yaoi counterpart that got to say it, the fact that Adventure Time canonically referenced SpongeBob, the deadpanned emotionless way he said it, the fact that I knew gay shit would happen the second I saw Scarab's Pose or the fact that it happened in the first place. Either way, great job all around guys. You had me literally on the floor. Literally.
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“So,” Buck says, blinking up at Tommy. He still hasn’t gotten over how good that feels– looking up at his partner. Being with someone whose warm, protective hand settles on the small of his back and nearly spans the distance between his hips. Someone whose big, strong arms envelop him when they hug, someone who can tuck Buck into his chest almost effortlessly. Someone who makes him feel grounded, protected, safe. In more ways than one.
“So,” Tommy returns the word, accompanying it with a warm smile, the kind that reaches all the way to his eyes and makes them sparkle as he looks down at Buck.
“You met my parents,” Buck says with a laugh, because really– how could he not? It’s a little ridiculous, now that he’s saying it out loud. “On our third date.”
Tommy nods, leaning against the wall outside of Buck’s front door. “Mhmmm,” he hums, watching Buck with a fond smile as he fumbles for his keys. “Sure did.”
It takes a minute, but Buck finally manages to get his keys out of his pocket and into the lock. Tommy is nothing but patience and fondness, watching him with a sparkle in his eye that makes Buck feel warm all over. When he finally gets the door open, Buck’s chest swells as Tommy’s big hand comes out to hold the door open for him, nodding for him to head inside first.
That’s a first. Buck’s stomach flips, a warm, pleasant feeling skating across his skin as he pulls his key from the lock and steps inside. It’s the same feeling he had on their first date when Tommy pulled out his chair before he sat down. The same one he had the first time Tommy texted him Be safe at the start of a shift.
A smile tugs at his lips as Tommy follows him into his apartment and the door clicks shut behind him. There’s something so simple about it, something so mundane and normal and domestic that it makes Buck’s head spin and his heart pound against his ribcage in the very best way. He wants this again. And again, and again, and again. Wants to come home with Tommy. Come home to Tommy. Wants the door to close behind them, wants to leave the world outside and exist only in this world here, in the one with the warm glow of the kitchen lights casting shadows on Tommy’s face as he toes his shoes off beneath the bike that hangs on Buck’s wall. The one where he pulls two beers out of the fridge and sets them on the counter, and Tommy opens them wordlessly, the silence comfortable as it stretches between them. The one where the necks of their bottles clink and their knuckles brush and Buck’s skin hums and his heart sings from just one small taste of Tommy’s skin against his.
Buck’s the one to break the easy, comfortable silence. He does it with a small laugh, just shy of a giggle, as he thinks back to the look on his mother’s face when he walked into Chim’s hospital room with Tommy by his side and she connected the dots. “You were covered in soot.”
“Wasn’t the only one,” Tommy points out, grinning against the lip of his beer bottle as he takes another sip.
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DL (sfs, no ads)
Howdy. It's a little pack of 3 skin overlays (pictured above)
I originally made these as tests, but I found them nice enough to deem worthy of release. Two of them have been put out as secret-cc before, and if you have either of them I recommend deleting the files and replacing them with this new, updated, merged package file. I cleaned up some crunchy spots and also there's a bunch of new colors.
All 3 have 30 swatches, 20 solids, 10 gradients. All 3 are found on 4 different body birthmark slots, so you can layer to your heart's content.
Custom thumbnails. Color slider mod compatible. Works for both genders/frames TYAE.
I think that's everything.
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