#one last trip

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

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i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[sakuraswordly]

Before you read warning contains a spoiler

I love this scene. If you lost your way, you go "To the moon". This Moon you will "Finding Paradise", your happy life and your perfect timeline. The other reason I love this story is that Faye, Quincy and Lynri are not real but they have feeling the same as the human hearts. Faye, Quincy and Lynri are the same as Tomoe Enjou, he is a protagonist of the fifth chapter of Kara no Kyoukai. They are just experiments. Even if their lives, even their hearts are not true. But they continue to drive their lives forward, which proves that they exist even though they don't.

Araya claims that Tomoe's love for Shiki is merely fabricated and that he simply imprinted such a desire in Tomoe's mind. Tomoe affirms his belief of his feelings being real despite his existence as a copy of the original Tomoe Enjou. Nonetheless, he considers the possibility that everything about his current identity is truly fabricated, thus defiantly thanking Araya for granting him such a chance of realization in his life. Araya taunts to Tomoe to confront him as Tomoe heads for the elevator. Inside the elevator, Tomoe drops Shiki's katana, opting to use her knife instead.

In the end, they finally found happiness. Even though their lives were nothing but emptiness in the end.

The reason behind Kan Gao is the same as why Yuki loves Tomoe Enjou. (The reason why Kan Gao created Imposter Factory) And this is the reason why you guys love Neo from The Matrix franchise. Neo's life is also not different from Faye, Quincy, Lynri and Tomoe.

[djkinski]

the prophecy gang again

[madisoncounty]

REBECCA FERGUSON + LETTERBOXD (template / insp)

[bathylychnops]

warmups of my darling angel boy snookums (my wife says i need to be nicer to jett)

[sukerokus]

[rennyrose]

Weird eyes

[millionsblattodea]

I MADE MORE. thanku everyone forbieing soooo niceys to me in the atgs

part 1 | part 3

[alovember]

Fem college au style, bunny, and creek !! Hitting u w my woman beam

[jinbeshawaiianshirt]

😪

[housecow]

Your figure is so lush and plump 🫠 I have to ask: have your calves, ankles, and feet swollen up as gloriously as the rest of you? 🥹

i’ve gone up a shoe size but ngl… not really…. i’ve always had chunky calves but they’re relatively proportionate to the rest of me!!! there’s even some definition in my calves still :3 my ankles and feet are still bony asf tho haha. if i can get a cute pic of my lower half later i’ll reblog this ask w that!!

NO free feet pics though !!! none shall see my weird teva tanlines

[wrinkleintime]

enterprise text posts: featuring trip and t'pol

[shadow0-1]

St. Petrograd

[nabaath-areng]

Despite knowing for a fact that Ieeha is more than capable of doing what he does with his style and clothes (and has done so for a long while before their first ever meeting), Erenville still cannot fully relax due to the objective impracticality of certain garments.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.