#mission status

[augustinewrites]

it’s been…a while since you and satoru have gone on an assignment together.

having two young children at home made it difficult to take off on short notice and be away for days at a time. they needed stability and routine, so the two of you had decided that one person would stay home while the other was working.

for a while, that’d worked fine. but now that megumi and tsumiki were older, self-sufficient teens who loved nothing more than being left alone, satoru had seen this as an opportunity.

you’d still been a little hesitant, but it was a simple surveillance mission. easy, right?

“water. you need to stay hydrated.” you instruct when he gets back into the car. he takes the water bottle you’re holding out, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

“gakuganji isn’t even home yet,” he reports with a sigh. you hum, distracted as you check your phone. gojo reaches across your knees to pull open the glovebox, rifling through colourful snack wrappers.

“tsumiki hasn’t texted me back,” you mutter. “should i ask nanami to check in on them?”

“nah, i’m sure they’re just super busy trashing the apartment and racking up charges on the emergency credit card. ah– found it!” he pulls out a black silk sleep mask, slipping it on so it rests on his forehead.

“really?” you ask, unimpressed as he holds a second one out to you. “you’re taking a nap?”

“yeah, it’ll be easier to sneak around when it’s dark, why stay awake till then?”

“is that a good idea?” you ask, though you know there’s really no point in trying to argue with his logic.

“your fault for keeping me awake all night. late night laundry folding is no joke.”

“if you’d put it in the dryer when i’d asked—”

“can’t hear you,” he sing-songs, pulling the mask over his eyes. “you can take a nap too, you know. that old fart couldn’t get past us even while asleep.”

“i’ll pass on the nap. need to wait for tsumiki to text.”

he grumbles something incoherent that you’re sure is meant to be argumentative as he reclines his seat a little and lays back, getting comfortable and quiet.

…for about 45 seconds.

you watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls the mask up a half inch, just enough for his right eye to observe you.

“what do you want now?” you ask.

then, with casualty akin to asking what you want for lunch, he clears his throat and asks, “do you want to have sex?”

“do i want to have what?” you ask, turning to stare at him incredulously, but your face is hot and for a split second, you’d considered agreeing.

“sex,” he repeats, patting his lap with a shit-eating grin. “we’re going to be here for a while, anyways. these seats recline way back—”

“i am not having sex in this car with you, satoru!”

he groans over-dramatically (as he tends to do). “will you at least cuddle with me then? i’m desperate and touch-starved and hopelessly in love with you!”

you make a note to figure out what cheesy rom com he stole that line from, but lean across the console to trail kisses up his shoulder, his neck. satoru does nothing to protect himself from your overly affectionate onslaught, he’s quick to catch your jaw, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“wait. no, no, no!” he protests when you pull back, eyes suddenly trained on the house you’re meant to be watching. “you can’t just leave me high and dry—”

“he’s home!” you whisper, pressing a hand over his mouth (though he continues with muffled complaints). “pull the car a little further back before we get out.”

you’ve already summoned your shikigami as satoru maneuvers the car into the dense forestry, about to send them off when your phone vibrates in your lap.

“oh! megumi texted me,” you inform him. “he said…‘already made dinner. tsumiki is out on a date—’”

the car grinds to a halt and abruptly turns, the momentum causing your to slam into the side of the car as it peels out onto the dirt road. you curse loudly as your fiancé, devoid of all his playfulness from earlier, speeds through the forest.

“what the— satoru!”

[kayvsdoodles]

big sweater bonky for warmup :)

[ovytia-art]

Sometimes you’re minding your own business, slurping a capri sun, and sometimes NASA satellites catch you doing it and they think you’re an alien.

DannyMay Masterlist

[lesbianredpanda]

Asjdjfhdhfjh I can't believe this is possible

[crucipuzzled]

Part 1 here | Part 2 here

Yup I invested a lot of time in Franky. Sorry not sorry.

[shiftythrifting]

This skeleton mug, which I got.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

COME ON GUYS DON'T LET DIANXIA DOWN

[warmdrpepper]

EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS SICK MOVE I PULLED OFF

[thatsrightice]

There were 140 total Pilots, Copilots, Navigators, and Bombardiers in the “Original” 100th crews.

After Münster, there were only THREE left on flying status:

Pilot Everett Blakely

Bombardier James Douglass*

Navigator Harry Crosby

[justaz]

i’m torn between percy being the kind of boyfriend to see the love of his life laying on the bed facing away from him and him coming up to kiss her cheek, give her a massage, etc. or seeing his best friend turned away from him, unsuspecting, and slapping her ass with the force of a thousand suns. the only thing i know for a fact is annabeth slaps his ass every time she sees him. he doesn’t even need to be laying down. he could be talking to zeus while she doing her whole architecture thing for olympus and she’ll just walk past and slap his ass and he’ll just continue his conversation with zeus without breaking eye contact, like he just doesn’t even acknowledge it and zeus is kind of thankful that percy didn’t take him up on the whole immortality thing bc that means that they will eventually die and he doesn’t have to deal with this shit for long

[thecactifindahome]

Thanks to @kaelio for the early Christmas present! This is so fucking cool, I love it :D

[minecraftkomaeda]

When you don't want to use the dumb little bridge

[mwolf0epsilon]

Mission: Acquire Massiff Pup

Jesse, staring at the address that Rex provided for them (given to him by Fox): I am starting to have doubts about this place's legitimacy... Fives, watching the floors go by as they descend further and further into the depths of Coruscant: What gave it away? Our descent into literal urban hell, or the fact the captain had to sign several legally binding documents to keep this all hush hush? Jesse: Urgh, never mind. Our stop is coming up anyway. Jesse & Fives, hesitate in the lift when it stops at perhaps the most dubious of the Coruscanti under-levels: Fives, glancing around nervously before motioning for Jesse to hurry up behind him as he begins to follow the instructions he has scrolled on a grease stained piece of flimsy: It's not like we're doing anything super illegal. Just uh, getting a massiff pup from a cage left for us at some really shady alley. Jesse: Yeah... Yeah we're uh, we're just following orders. Yeah. For uh, very legitimate and beneficial medical reasons. Yep. Fives, starting to feel antsy because he's sensing all eyes on them: It's not like uh, the Marshal Commander of the Guard would put us in harm's way right? Jesse: Nah, man's a stiff. He uh, he doesn't break the regs... Ah... Fives, seeing the alleyway they have to go into: Almost there! I think I see the cage too. Jesse, squinting into the dark: ... I see two cages. Fives: Maybe someone else also needs a massiff pup. Doesn't matter! Lets grab one and leave! Jesse, moves to the closest cage which is housing what appears to be green massiff pup with piercing red eyes: Package secured. Let's get out of here! Fives, practically running: Roger that! This place is karking creepy! Jesse & Fives, making their way back into the lift completely unaware of the fact they just took a dangerous wild animal with them instead of a harmless massiff pup:

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH AU | Josh and Simon break into the CyberLife Store

[crucipuzzled]

Part 1 here! Part 3 here!

(S)Low Budget Productions hasn't stopped producing, it's just that its only slave was sent to get stuck in a full-time job o.o