#hope_s

[diegosouzalions]

Peach_Capricornio ou áries

Lime_Capricornio ou virgem

Cherry_ câncer

Hope_ touro

Bi color_ sagitario

Sun_ leão

Moon_ câncer

Aqua_ escorpião ou leão

Cognac_ touro

Smoky_ gêmeos ou sagitário

Gray_ capricórnio

Silver_ aquário

Golden_ libra

Magenta_ peixes

Esses são signos das diamantes Diego Souza

Muito bom! Melhor do que eu escolheria, muito obrigado!

[blackacre13]

loubbie fiction/s that totally crushed your heart?

Stay by ShadowHaloedAngel

All My Life I've Never Known Where You've Been (There Were Holes in You, The Kind I Could Not Mend) by Commandmetobewell

Dust by PolarisAmane

Those You've Known by emkat97 (@smashingmagicklovely )

Knockin' on Heaven's Door by commandmetobewell

(When Love Starts to Die) It Begins With a Kiss by @how-to-sit-gay

The Bottle Let Me Down by Lupwned

My Shadow and My Light by hope_s (@estel-of-irysi )

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

There's probably one now being written, about how that prolific RPF fanfic writer Hope_©Lover has an extreme hatred of the Reserve Course and Talentless, and was also the Remnant Nagito.

I would kill to see it

[heretic-saint-taliesin]

[Communications commence, Boris sounds reasonably normal_] 

Day Three salvage ship The Wretched. Flight Engineer Boris reporting. Crying yourself to sleep every now and again can be good for the body_

I’m not optimistic at all, but doing nothing just lets intrusive thoughts and imminent death creep in. I’ll do stuff_

Maybe luck isn’t entirely abandoned. Poking at the systems has granted me access to LANDING-04. I thought all the landing modules were lost when the asteroid hit since it was over that way. Maybe this one escaped unscathed. I won’t be able to tell the extent of it til I get down there but maybe. Maybe I can hope_

[Footsteps and doors opening and closing, Boris mutters to himself inaudibly for a little bit and then speaks up_]

ADAM would’ve been able to run me diagnostics without a manual look - save me the time and step count. But now it’s “if I want it done, I do it myself” around here. ADAM would’ve probably complained about running diagnostics anyways. Might’ve interrupted him and Ada playing chess again or something. God forgive the AI do its job_

[A pause, more footsteps and a keycard being used_] 

LANDING-04 don’t let me down_

[The sound of a door lock sliding open and a rush of air and steam escaping. Boris sighs_]

Hope is a thing with feathers and my bird got fucking plucked_

[Pause_]

Considering the scanner has been fucked and showing screwy blobs I should have figured it was wrong to show me this place was working just fine. Looks like it got hit just as bad as the rest. No breach in the hull at least and no depressurisation or anything drastically bad - but it still looks like LANDING-04 is not going to be doing any landing safely again_

[The clink of something metal being kicked and a small yelp_]

Fuck’s sake_

I just can’t have anything can I Arya? Nothing goes my way on this rustbucket of a ship. Urgh_

[Boris swipes his keycard again and it beeps. The door lock closes audibly. There’s a small pause and then the beep of a manual code being entered onto the pad_]

No point hauling extra useless baggage. Maybe if I jettison it the thing will go play fetch?_

[Boris laughs_]

There_

[A loud rumbling noise as the module detaches and breaks away. The main hull of the ship creaks and groans_]

Gone. I don’t want to hope any harder_

With LANDING-04 being a waste of time, I might as well see if anything else in this bucket of once-moving bolts is still operational. I’m no mechanic, or the kind of engineer who knows every part of a spacecraft, but I can try at least. I’ve done basic fix-up work on smaller crafts before and this is just… A really big version of them, right? I remember the schematics from training. Engines systems and such… I’ll take a look_ 

[The recording goes silent for a long while and there are some brief instances where it records sound. Footsteps, doors opening and the creak and groan of the ship struggling to maintain itself in space. Boris’ talk is mostly muttering about the works he’s attempting to do or is incoherent. A few loud huffs and bouts of swearing as he clambers about the engines_]

No… Nothing in this one. Not there… Ah_

[A loud thud_]

Ow! My head!_

[More rummaging about, the static on the recording device hums as there’s the sounds of tinkering_]

Well. That didn’t work_

Is nothing gonna work in this damn system?!_

[Boris huffs and there’s the sound of him slumping against a wall. Around him the hull creaks_]

No good. I don’t think I’m getting anything out of this at all actually. One problem fixed just sets up seven more issues I need to look into. Things need parts I don’t have, or need additional power and pairs of hands I can’t use. It’s a huge job. Even a full crew working back home would struggle with this one. Wouldn’t be shocked if they just said it’s a full write off on these engines_ 

[He bangs the metal a few times for emphasis and they echo around him. A loud creak in return makes Boris yelp_]

Still at least it's holding together the minimal systems I do have? I think. We’re not moving but we’re also not driving headfirst into a nearby star so there’s that… Fucking hell is that what it’s really all come to? I think being alone and drifting in space is really starting to get to me. Still I have no answers on the engines. I think there’s no point wasting more time on them at all really_

What the_ 

[An eerie hissing noise is just about caught on the recording device. Much of it is out of the range of the recorder but Boris’ breathing picks up_]

The… The fuck is that. Is that the comms system? Doug this better not be some legacy audio you left on the data system or some shit!_

[Running footsteps, the muffled sound of scratching and an incoherent, eerie voice speaking over the ship’s communications system_]

ADAM Are you playing a joke on me!? You’re dead and offline but if you’ve decided now to not be this is not fucking funny!_

[A quiet, suppressed whimper as a door opens_]

It’s using the comms. I don’t know how the fuck but it’s using the comms… I… I_

[Typing noises_]

I’ll kill the audio system. Before it says even more. It’s talking to me and I hate it! It’s like it’s inside my own fucking head! Stop it! Shut up shut up shut up!_

[Boris yells and slams his hand down on the panel_]

DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT ARKADY THAT WAY!_

[Silence. Boris’ breathing steadies carefully_]

No more comms. They’re shut down. This recorder just backs up onto the server mainframe but it’s otherwise disconnected. I can’t go broadcasting myself if that thing knows how to broadcast back. Jesus I didn’t even know it could fucking talk… Let alone say… Fuck! I don’t want to know that this thing has sentience!_ 

No more. No fucking more. The audio hack was a step too far for all of it and I need out. I need… Urgh I need a nap and a long break away from the comms room. That voice was unlike anything. Inhuman, unreal. It sees me as a toy it wants ahold of - like it played with Arya and the others. I… I’m just a game to this thing_

I hate it all_

Flight Engineer Boris Strugatsky Signing off_ 

[karuna-healing]

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[voxmantra]

hope_ #hope #photoedit #shutterstock #picmonkey #voxmantra_ #voxmartyr #tumblr #instagram #shyeah https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLPMgIvL0-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[estel-of-irysi]

Starry Night - Chapter Four

Starry Night (20379 words) by hope_s

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Characters: Lou Miller, Debbie Ocean, Tammy (Ocean's), Daphne Kluger, Amita (Ocean's), Nine Ball (Ocean's), Constance (Ocean's), Rose Weil, Danny Ocean Additional Tags: Future AU, Post-Canon, Gravity crossover AU, Pregnancy, Kidfic, Fluff, Processing Trauma, Smut, Light Angst, Near Future, If you haven't seen Gravity it will mostly still make sense, any inconsistencies with Ocean's 8 itself are intentional

Series: Part 3 of Don't Let Go

Summary:

After everything they've been through, the time is finally right to create the future they've always dreamed of.

Preview:

Debbie’s thoughts turned utterly inward, into some deep, dark part of her that was both new and familiar. She had stepped through a door in herself that had always been there, waiting. Behind it the world was close, warm, and black, like being wrapped up in blankets or wrapped up in Lou.

Here’s the final chapter! I hope you all like it! I probably won’t be writing much for a while, with the new baby and everything, but I’ll still be active on here so never hesitate to reach out! I have absolutely loved writing for all of you. <3

[lilolilyr]

Tagged by @cantteachanoldguardnewquotes and @lesbian-sarek in some song tags, so here are a few songs that come to my mind as recent favorites:

Taylor Swift - The Lakes

P!nk - Give me a Reason

Luna - Verlierer

Harry Styles - Treat People With Kindness

Zoe Wees - Girls Like Us

Lea - Beifahrersitz

Neoni - Darkside

Taylor Swift - Champagne Problems

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

Lana del Rey - High by the Beach

Probably more Charts stuff than usual as I've been watching/listening to a lot of the music TV channel while writing fanfic lately xD

Tagging, if you want to do it, @teaandnebulae @estel-of-irysi @mimi-mindless @jackwolfskid @hermitsunitedforever @rhubarbdreams @purlturtle @morallygreywaren and whoever else sees this :)

[kjiminsblog]

J-Hope_ Jack In The Box

Headers & Icons

RT & FAV

Se forem usar não esqueçam os créditos 💜💜 fico agradecida se você pensar no meu trabalho.

[fudolegosiakira]

Seela finding out about Five’s Death

_ It was normal for clones to die. I know it is. They were born to die for the republic It is hard though. To let go of the men you worked closely to the grip of battle… But, it’s almost over. I hope_

I let out a sigh and rub my eyes. Haven’t been getting much sleep lately… I should fix that. 

“General Tann, your presence is requested in the medical bay.” 

Turning off the holo recorder, I get up and leave my room. These days haven’t been kind, I’ve been doing my best. But still… I worry about Fives. I can’t shake this feeling in my gut. 

Of course, I found it hard to believe that he’s crazy; he’s the most charming man I’ve worked with. We worked together on the battlefield, shared each other’s pain, and comforted each other. Over the past couple of days… 

Walking into the med bay, I look around until I see Rex sitting by a bed and he looks up to me. That’s not a good look… He meets me halfway when I walk over and he rests a hand on my shoulder, “General, I should warn you… we…” he swallows before looking at me, but not in my eyes, “We found him.” 

Glancing away from him and over at the bed, that dread building up. Tears well in my eyes and I walk over to the bed, bringing a shaking hand to the cloth on the head, Don’t cry, you knew this was going to happen. Bringing the material back from his face, there lies Fives… 

Rex puts his hand on my shoulder, I barely felt it at first, “General-.... Seela… if you need anything-” 

“Yes Rex, I do….” taking in a deep breath, “I would like to be alone.” It was loud enough that everyone in the room heard. 

He nods and leaves, any others that weren’t injured in the room left with him. Sitting on the bed, I move the cloth off of his torso; the first stream of tears making trails down my face. Touching his cheek, reading over his features, I pull him to sit up hugging him close, muffling my sobs. This is too much, it’s a nightmare… h-he’s gone. 

*****

Rex stood next to the door of the med bay, listening to the screams and sobs of the Jedi Knight inside. 

[blackacre13]

1, 3, 4!!!

1--What's the fic you're most proud of? For Ao3, I think I have to go with This is Just Like Last Time. It was my first long fic in this fandom and it's one I'm still proud of when I come back to it. So much of my writing, derivative or otherwise, I want to rip apart when I come back to it or I'm bummed it hasn't aged well, but this fic is very much like coming home, and I owe 99% of that to the fandom itself. It's one of my favorite back stories and explorations of their relationship and pretty much canon in my head at least for my own little delusional Loubbie world. I also love the way The Long Con turned out and was my first longer attempt at a post-Ocean's world and showed some writing maturity. It's a nice bookend to TIJLLT. 3--What fic are you emotionally attached to? If this is in reference to my own fic, then I have an emotional attachment to a few of these. I love the Hades/Persephone (Paradise Found) AU because it re-livened an old passion of mine for Greek mythology and is so much fun to research and shape compared to a lot of other prompts and I'm very protective of suffering/recovering Lou in The Visitors. If this is for other pics, then I can't just pick one, but would have to point to these as some all-time favorites that I wish I could hold in my hand or see on the silver screen: Careful What You Wish For @how-to-sit-gay So Tell Me Why My Gods Look Like You by hatrack Diamonds, Rust, and Opals by hope_s @estel-of-irysi (but honestly, like emotionally attached to anything they write) Dust by PolarisAmane All My Life I've Never Known Where You've Been by Commandmetobewell (get your motherfuckin tissues out) The Big Blind by speed trials Paradise City by Sophie_evelyn What You Don't Surrender (The World Just Strips Away) by asexualizing @straperine (again, emotionally attached to anything they write)

4--What fic of your own do you read for comfort? I wouldn't say I read any of my own pics for comfort, but I do have to re-read a lot of my previous parts and chapters before I add in the newest piece to ensure that everything flows and I definitely most enjoy going back to Teacher/Student AU (When I Kissed the Teacher), Bloom, Except for My Aunt Ida, and You Shook Me All Night Long. I also have a special place in my heart for high school sweetheart Lou and Deb.

Deep fic writer asks

[heretic-saint-taliesin]

DAY 13 - SALVAGE SHIP THE WRETCHED_

[Communications commence, Boris seems to have a little hope_] 

Day Thirteen, salvage ship The Wretched. The beacon started making noises and for a minute I thought my engine fuckups yesterday had wrecked it. No, it’s picking up radio static - radio static from ships that aren’t this one! It’s something! Maybe… Maybe I will get heard in time. 

Today we don’t waste all our time fucking around and finding out_

What would Arkady do?_

What would Arkady do right now? What would he say? I find myself asking it over and over. Before any of my tasks I just… I think about him and what he’d say and do. How would he react to all this? I wonder if he’s watching me right now from wherever you end up when you die in space. I wonder if he’s judging my choices_ 

[Pause_]

What would Arkady do? I don’t know. That’s why I keep asking_

[An alert begins blaring through the ship, echoing around the recorder and there’s the sound of spray going off. Boris’ footsteps echo_]

One day. Can I ask for one day - one FUCKING day without shit going down? What is this this time?!_

[Pause, typing and then a fist slammed on the desk_]

FIRE!? Shit shit shit shit… The sprinklers came on at least… oh fuck fuck it’s one of the backup engines. Probably from all my shitty tinkering before. This is not fucking good… Holy fuck_

[The alarms cease, Boris breathes a huge sigh_]

Okay, fire out. Now to inspect damages… aaand it won’t let me do it remotely because of course not this rustbucket just hates me at this point. Okay, stay calm. Breathe… Breathe deep. Go down and check the extent of the damage. Maybe you can just jettison off that engine and be done with it - go send it out for the thing to play with_

[Pause_]

Maybe I just send it off without looking. The fuck do I need a broken engine for anyways?_

[He types and there’s a beeping noise. The sound of warning alarms and a low rumbling. The engine presumably is jettisoned and Boris laughs_]

There! Not my problem!_

[Recording resumes and Boris sounds as if he has definitely been crying. His speech is periodically interrupted by coughing and what is assumed to be suppressed sobbing.]

I realised it’s been nearly two weeks and I haven’t actually… Gone to see them properly. Like, yeah… I’ve returned items to them when I found them and I’ve been past the room they’re all in but I haven’t… 

[Long pause, several sniffs_]

I put them in AIRLOCK-10 it’s the one closest to our habitat module. Made sense that they needed to be somewhere I wouldn’t smell rotting corpses but also… Somewhere close. I don’t know how to let go exactly. Or how to say goodbye. Or I’m sorry. Or any of it_

[Pause_]

So there’s six bodies in that airlock. It’s actually vaccum sealed too. There’s no oxygen in there so they’re not really… Decaying. I think some stuff gets in when I open it but it’s minimal. They’re not fresh but they’re not… They’re not as bad as some of the other corpses I’ve found on here anyway_

[Pause, a heavy sigh and Boris shuffling_]

I went for the last time. Told myself I’d make this my proper last time. Say goodbye and then… Let them go. I went to the airlock with the last of the personal items I found and I went over each one. I don’t know how long it took but it will never feel like enough time, will it?_

[He breaks for a moment, crying hard_] 

Gave the commander his rifle back first. I got another one out the armoury to replace it. I can’t just go running around with it, it’s not mine and well… It felt disrespectful. I put it with the bear I found and a couple of his record books. Commander Stanisław kept really detailed notes on our course and trajectory so I know he’d prefer to have them on him. I apologised for all the times I’d annoyed him and been stubborn. I was probably a massive headache to him_

Hollis I carried over from the armoury back when I found him. He’s not in the best shape but I tried. I wonder if he thinks I’m really funny that I kept the half-drunk bottle of wine I found in his hand with him when I put him in there. Hollis liked to mess around. We both joked sometimes - he and Arkady actually got along really well too. I hope he’s somewhere he can drink and debauch to his heart’s content now_

[Pause_]

Ada was in the systems room. I found her under the mainframe desk with ADAM’s motherboard in her arms. I think she was hiding. It didn’t feel right to examine the cause of death for anyone and I didn’t want to speculate on it. But I think the thing got her from behind. She’s got ADAM with her now still, I put her diary in her other hand too. Turned over her entire room for her bubblegum stash and added it in - she wouldn’t want to go anywhere without some. It felt… Better that she had it_

Douglas, Doug to friends, was actually more difficult. Idiot had to hide somewhere tight fitting and I almost didn’t find him at all. He’s fine now, aside from a little rigour mortis. I found all his comms equipment when I fixed the beacon and set this recorder up so he’s got his own things with him. Personal recordings - I listened to a few. It’s hard to hear his voice and not cry, and I hate crying. He really did drive Mary up the fucking wall… Ah_

[Pause, Boris breaks again to cry for a moment, trying to regain himself_]

Mary… She’s next to Arkady, the two of them sort of ended up leaning on each other. That’s fine, they can stay together that way. She wasn’t far from the storage unit either. She got so close too, the three of us we could have all- No. Don’t dwell on that_ 

[Pause_]

I regret not telling her how I felt. I regret not kissing her more. I miss the time we danced in the observatory under the stars. I miss her_ 

[Long silence. Boris’ voice is barely above a whisper_]

Arkady_

How do you say goodbye to a part of yourself? Your own brother, your own twin? The person who’s never not been with you ‘til now. You don’t just… You don’t just stop and let go. He’s my twin and he’s still me and I’m still him. Half of me died two weeks ago. Half of me is lying cold in that airlock_

[Pause_]

I told him to keep Mary safe. Told him thank you for saving my life but that he’s an idiot for throwing his own life away. Told him I love him, I miss him I- I said I’d keep trying. Keep trying to live for him. Hoping and praying that my own life isn’t thrown away in vain after all he did_

I said all my goodbyes but… When I said I’d jettison them I… I couldn’t do it. They’re still there. I can’t just yet. Not yet_

Crying is extremely dehydrating and all I’ve done these past two weeks aside from suffer is cry - a lot. The water system has been working but this time, after a needed drink from earlier, I noticed the taste was off. Not by much but, slight_

[Pause_]

It smells funny too_ 

[He sniffs, sighing_]

Piss. Okay not actual piss. Ammonia. Great. It’s not purifying exactly anymore. It’s not dangerous yet, I hope, but still unpleasant. It almost makes me tempted to see what remains of the ship’s alcohol stores and just let it all go. But maybe not yet. Maybe once this water is truly undrinkable_

[Pause_]

Least no one is alive to make piss jokes at me_

Flight Engineer Boris Strugatsky Signing off_ 

[karuna-healing]

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[gizladlo]

You are my sweetest downfall.  I loved you first!  I loved you first.

Regina Spektor, “Samson,” _Begin to Hope_

[estel-of-irysi]

Starry Night

Starry Night (6050 words) by hope_s

Chapters: 1/4

Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Characters: Lou Miller, Debbie Ocean, Tammy (Ocean's), Daphne Kluger, Amita (Ocean's), Nine Ball (Ocean's), Constance (Ocean's), Rose Weil, Danny Ocean

Additional Tags: Future AU, Post-Canon, Gravity crossover AU, Pregnancy, Kidfic, Fluff, Processing Trauma, Smut, Light Angst, Near Future, If you haven't seen Gravity it will mostly still make sense, any inconsistencies with Ocean's 8 itself are intentional

Series: Part 3 of Don't Let Go

Summary:

After everything they've been through, the time is finally right to create the future they've always dreamed of.

[xtripper]

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