#rotating the guy. putting him in a jar. etc

[cleromancy]

it is like. technically possible to hurt tims feelings but you usually have to try pretty hard

[iantimony]

tummyache tuesday

it's not actually that bad a tummyache but i'm being So Brave etc. visiting grandma this week! the flight down was awful because i got 3 hours of sleep the night before!

listening: relistening to coral bones youthemism. FINISHED PARTIZAN POSTMORTEM!!!!! austin is sooo real for being the #1 broun/valence shipper. i started relistening to some of sangfielle, i got up to like episode 20 or so before i took a break but i don't remember much at this point :")

reading: various articles. to let you go (fledgling): farcille ficlet, i think linked in a tlt server i'm in.

Will There Be Apples? from a ttrpg patreon server: i like this. game philosophy!

Medieval game collection unearthed from a few months ago: i keep staring at that Little Guy in the image. the one going ʘ ʘ.

this interview that i only read because i initially thought it was about gayle my best friend gayle chris fleming style. the abcdefu song was kinda nothing to me but i read this article (and some accompanying reddit commentary out of drama curiosity.

Why I Resigned from Pride Toronto (Gary Kinsman)

I Will Fucking Piledrive You If You Mention AI Again: GOOD ARTICLE LOL. some real banger lines in here. "Listen, I would just be some random dude in India if I swapped places with some of my cousins, so I'm going to choose to take that personally and point out that using the word AI as some roundabout way to sell the labor of people that look like me to foreign governments is fucked up, you're an unethical monster, and that if you continue to try { thisBullshit(); } you are going to catch (theseHands)". genius.

'The Elizabeth Warren of the sci-fi set': Author faces criticism for repeated use of tribal traditions: this is old news at this point, 2020-times, i am not qualified or informed enough to comment on it but i sure did read it and her wikipedia page this week.

Study confirms the rotation of Earth's inner core has slowed: ooooh ahhhh.

watching: more mina le videos. i think erewhon hauls, ozempic, and chefluencers, everybody's obsessed with the retro corporate aesthetic, the luxury of privacy & the celebrity vs. influencer paradox, the obsession with dupes, fakes, and counterfeits is all of em. also? doctor who. LOL. i have started season 6 again because my brother is in the whozone and i want to keep up with him. i think the most interesting part so far has been the sheer tonal whiplash between the last episode of 10 and the first episode of 11. jesus christ. as my brother said it's very "of its time" but oughhh god the tone of moffat's stuff, especially those first few episodes, is so jarring and weird and just not very good! i'm not sure if it gets better as it goes or if you just get used to it because season 6 isn't pinging as bad for it but oof.

playing: fallow

making: kinda fallow. oops. i have idly started some random baby blanket style granny squares but i do not know a baby to give it to.

eating: had The most delicious korean dinner to celebrate my boyf's sister graduating. it did kick my ass (there was a really rich and spicy soup that put me out of action, oof my tummy etc) but it was so so so tasty.

misc: i went kayaking ....... it was so lovely and fun.

[jinxedpanda4life]

DamiRae Hospital AU?

  No I am not writing one, if I could write well I would though! So here are some HCs for a hospital AU.    If someone decides to write this then I’ll be your first reader. Also I am sort of basing things off of Grey’s Anatomy just a bit and my limited knowledge of the medical field.

- Starts of as 1st year residents, specialties may vary

- The “Titans” are residents and 1st years that show great promise, this doesn’t really play a role its just what people call them behind their backs

- Dr. Kori Anders is a OBGYN (women parts and birth) resident, a year or two away from finishing

- Dr. Richard “Dick” Grayson is is a surgery resident, trained by the hospital owner Bruce Wayne (who is a world renowned surgeon, has awards, etc), specifically general surgery

- Dr. Garfield Logan is pediatrician (kid doctor) res, bonds well with kids, but is considering going back to school to become a vet instead

- Dr. Jaime Reyes is an oncology (cancer doctor), having had cancer as a teen and is now forever trying to rid the world of it, works mostly with kids and teens

- Dr. Jonathan Kent is a physical therapist that works with pain management. Up beat guy and is always trying to brighten his patient’s lives.

- Dr. Damian Wayne is a surgical intern, blood thirsty little thing, hoping to become a neurosurgeon (brain, spine) (or cardiothoracic (heart, lungs) both are competitive)

- Dr. Raven Roth is an anesthesiologist (the drug person that knocks you out) and is starting her surgical internship (she wanted to do more than just help people get high essentially or whatever) has no current preference for any specific surgical field

- Add in characters:

-- Dr. Jason Todd, trauma surgeon (fits too well)

-- Dr. Timothy Drake diagnostician (medical detective basically) 

-- Dr. Donna Troy gynecologist

-- Terra Markov is a nurse (i don’t like Terra but nurses are the actual best)

- Story stuff:

- Damian and Raven meet as they are put under the guidance of the same resident

-Damian has an automatic dislike for Raven because she knows everyone already and is equally, if not much more, knowledgable about surgery, the OR, the ER, protocol, etc  He also thinks she is cold because she rarely shows emotion (pot kettle Damian)

- Raven can always be found in the medical archives researching old cases and studying new ones, Damian stumbles upon her when looking for an old cardiomegaly case (enlarged heart).

- Raven gets along with all of the past ‘Robins’ making her a go to intern

- Garfield can be seen whenever he is not needed trying to flirt with Nurse Markov and often goes to Raven to sulk 

- Damian and Raven are always early to pre-rounds and are typically the first ones there (usually early in the morning, getting there before 500)

- Jon bumps into Damian more often than not and they start becoming friends (Damian is reluctant at first and is still you know Damian about everything), Damian even recommends patients to him 

- Though Damian doesn’t want to really ‘hang out’ with anyone he reluctantly hangs out with the Titans, because of Jon and Dick

            - When in a large group when at a bar, club or whatever Damian tends to stay close to Raven because 1) they actually have things to talk about 2) she isn’t loud

- Raven & Damian are both assigned to a case that is frankly befuddling and have to start spending long nights and early mornings together to figure it out

- Over that period of time they learn things about each other:

-- Raven learns: 

Damian has a dog (Titus) and cat (Alfred) 

He is single (Kori told her) and lives in an apartment close to the hospital

He has lived in various countries

He is trained in multiple martial arts 

He prefers his tea with brown sugar and a slice of lemon 

His eyes are a true emerald color with a ring of gold and flecks scattered within 

He may hide it well but when Raven compliments him he becomes flustered

He speaks to himself in Arabic when he curses, trying to remember something, doesn’t want anyone to know what he is saying

He isn’t always an asshole

When he actually smiles a true and genuine smile, she has heart palpitations

-- Damian learns:

Raven has two tattoos (neither are a bird), a gang tat (she is saving up to get it removed), and a mantra in Azarathian; Azarath Metrion Zinthos

She immigrated from Azarath when she was around 8

Her notes are in Azarathian

She actually feels a lot of emotion and knows how to control them

If she is not reading about a current or past case she is reading any book or file she can get her hands on, he has caught her reading in multiple different languages; Azarathian, English, French, Russian, Arabic, Dutch, Mandarin, (could be more or less)

She lives alone and has a cat, Nevermore, and thanks to Dick he already knew she was single

She likes all tea, no matter how prepared, but prefers the sweetener to be honey

Her hair is black but shines purple, especially under the ER lights

Her eyes are a purple that at first glance look blue, like Elizabeth Taylor, he realizes though her eyes are galaxies on their own 

When she smiles the world actually stops moving, her eyes shine like stars and he never wants the world to start moving again

She always wears a necklace with a gold and ruby ring at all times (it was her mother’s wedding ring)

- When Damian starts having le feelings for Raven he considers actually seeking medical advice as this has never happened to him before

- Raven tries her best to contain her feelings when at work, going so far as one day a month staying home just to scream, cry and feel her feelings

- It does not help that new feelings towards Damian start popping up, especially since he starts bringing her tea and hanging out with her at work

- During the middle of their 2nd year of residency someone holds Raven hostage in the hospital to fix someone that person loves (this person had connections to Trigon and knew who Raven was)

- That was not a fun time for either Damian or Raven; Damian was outside the hospital pacing trying to figure something out with the other Titans trying to calm themselves and him down

- Shots are fired and when all is said and done, Raven gets shot in the abdomen and the hand (she was in ICU for a hot sec)

- Damian seemed to be there every time Raven woke up, he was always checking on her during rounds even though he wasn’t on her case

- Raven did have to have surgery on her hand and in her abdomen (idk where i’m not getting that specific), she hated being, in her words, coddled 

- Even though Raven was right handed (the one that got shot) she learned how to do everything, writing, eating, going to the bathroom, etc. (many of the other residents are impressed since she keeps working on it after her other hand heals)

- Raven’s room also becomes a space for other residents to destress and just vent about their day. She listens and gives advice, all without looking up from whatever she was doing. 

- During this time Raven becomes hooked on Pretty Pretty Pegasus

- Raven’s room is also full of cards, flowers, etc all from fellow staff and some from patients. When she leaves (she spends a couple weeks in thanks to multiple surgeries, recovery, and other minor injuries) all of the gifts litter her apartment, the cards end up in a box by her desk, she presses the flowers, and stuffed animals are donated to children’s shelter (she keeps some that she has grown attached to)

- During this time Damian is more of an ass than usual (people notice and tease him)

- Damian at some points keeps working without breaks/sleep for hours on end. Dick pulls him aside after noticing, scolds and forces him to sleep in one of the on call rooms. (He really wanted him to go home, but Damian wasn’t leaving)

- Once Raven was discharged Damian and Garfield help her back home (clothes + gifts + Raven w/a healing hand/other injuries = need help) the other Titans would have helped but were needed at the hospital

- Garfield leaves after dropping off Raven and Damian (and her stuff) as he is called in on a Peds case (could be fake, may not be) and Raven & Damian spend the rest of the time basically watching terrible movies. (with Nevermore sitting on both of them)

- That is the night Damian realizes that not only does he like Raven, but he like likes her. He starts devising plans on how to get her to date him. 

- All his plans basically are thrown out the window because of one reason or another (he kept overthinking it)(poor guy)

- It is not until their 3rd year of residency that Raven realizes her feelings towards Damian (Have I made it clear she likes him? I can’t remember...)

- She realizes her feelings when she has to crash at his place for a night (because he lives ridiculously close to the hospital, like how expensive is that??) and he tries to make sure that she is as comfortable as possible 

- She never realized how much he cared for her? Like she was always helping him out and there for him but she never realized he reciprocated that care? *Shocker*

- Raven becomes kind of a mess because of all her emotions that she is trying to bottle up. (all the corks are disintegrating and the jar is overflowing)

- Raven is during her Ortho rotation (bone surgeon people, they are cool, ik from experience) that she actually gets a good release for her emotions (setting peoples bones and drilling and hammering in pins is actually therapeutic) 

- Raven thinks that may be the specialty she chooses

- Damian saw her as a mess and could not fathom why she was said mess, he figured it was about a romantic interest after someone made an offhand comment about her love life and she became a blubbering mess (very un-Raven like)

- After all of well *motions with hands* that Raven asks why Damian doesn’t have a s/o or someone

- He says there is only person that he has been meaning to ask out (looks pointedly at Raven)

- All Raven says is “Go for it.”

And that is where my HCs end. Now if anyone who happens upon this post decides to write a Medical AU with any of these please tag me, tell me, message me. 

You do not have to give me credit, I just want to read it. 

This took me a couple of days to write up, so if it is disjointed I apologize. 

If anything needs to be corrected for any reason let me know!

 I hope this fuels some imaginations!

-I may post more HC AU things if they come to mind, we will have to see.

[horsepriest]

I did this OC meme on Twitter and got “Do all 40 and ramble on” as a response.  Here is the entire questionnaire and character sheet for Warlord Gresham.  This is fairly spoiler-free for Glimpse and is a snapshot of who he is now.   Content warning for sadism, torture, and Gresham basically being a sick fuck overall. 

Warlord Gresham

Basic stats:

Name: Gresham,     AKA The TwinHorn

Serial Number: W.03-c.017

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male He/Him

Height: Approx.     15ft at shoulder. Nearly 20ft standing.

Species: Heavily     modified Liberated Vactyr with signs of Other corruption

Size Class: Titan     (Does not meet 20,000lbs requirement for Colossus Size Class)

Sexuality: Undefined

Romance: Undefined

Birthday: Jan.     17

Age: 42

Occupation: Warlord of the Firmament-Highest rank of the Off-world Military and direct servant of Adelie.

Weapons:  Gresham is a pack hunter with a constantly rotating squad of Lost under his direct command.  He keeps a few contained within the large metal pack upon his back, some strapped with weaponry and explosives for the rare times he’s in a pinch.  He is heavily armoured and has a wide range of attack with his long sweeping horns.  Not many are willing to fight him. He is rarely taken out of battle for long- no one’s quite sure what he keeps in his medic bag. Personality:  Overbearing, proud, and sadistic.  He is the spoiled pet of a capricious “goddess” who encouraged every depraved impulse from a young age.   For his twisted sense of loyalty to Adelie, he was gifted the title of Warlord, and thus dominion over a massive slice of the Liberated hordes.  Despite his quadrupedal stance and bestial appearance, Gresham is smarter than one would think.  This makes him a dangerous adversary as he can manage his pack with ease.

 OC Question Meme

1.       How easy is it to make them angry? Do they show their anger or hide it? It is difficult to make Gresham legitimately angry.  Disobedience would probably be the best way to anger him, except it grants him the ability to dole out punishment as he deems fit.  If anything, he gets giddy when one would expect him to be angry. If someone manages to piss him off, he would not be able to hide it and that person will have a fight on their hands.

2.       Do they believe in soulmates? The idea of soulmates is a foreign concept to him.  Love does not mean much to him due to his unique upbringing.  Of course, he has seen other Liberated pair off to be mates but the rationalizes it as purely a mutually selfish interaction that has shaky longevity at best (and he goes out of his way to ruin the relationship, if possible.).

3.       Do they have any pet peeves? Laziness, weakness, and sneakiness irritate him.  He picks on the lazy and those he views as weak through forcing them into training and hard labour.  He’ll focus intensely on subordinates that show signs of sneakiness or insubordination.

4.       Do they have a happy place?  Somewhere to go to in their heads when they need to relax? His happy place is his room and the memories of his activities there keep him relaxed and generally happy.  Gresham is also happy when around Adelie.  She showers him with attention and praise which he drinks up.  Gresham is a good boy.  In her soulless pits she calls eyes anyways.

5.       At what stage of their life were they the happiest? Right after he killed his brother in public combat and proved he was the best and strongest out of the two.  His secondary set of horns were torn from his brother’s corpse as trophies.  He could stand somewhat normally at this stage and still could see.  He looked like a normal, but exceptionally large Liberated.

6.       At what stage of their life were they the least happy? Same stage of life as “Glimpse Beyond the Illusion.”  His life is painful- trouble breathing and generally functioning as his body has mostly broken down. He relies on his pack for basic needs like getting dressed and keeping clean.  He is also suffering from the effects of █████ ██████████ which is different from Mortus’s knowledge of ██████████.  Lastly, Adelie takes frequent control of his Liberation to form him to her liking, on top of the changes from █████ ██████████.  Due to both of these, he has been barred from ever receiving a breeding permit.

7.       At a bar/tavern/pub are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone buy them a drink? He would buy someone a drink, but it’s a trap. Don’t ever accept a drink from Gresham.

8.       Have they ever broken any bones?  If yes, how? Oh definitely.  The guy’s a living tank that takes joy in brutalizing beings on foreign planets and has most definitely broken more bones than your average peaceful human.  Due to his medic kit, there isn’t much sign of this on his body.  The most obvious broken bone is his docked tail, taken when he reached adulthood.

9.       Do they have any memories/experiences they’d rather forget? Not really.  Most of the painful memories are washed over by the rewards he has been given as a result of being a twisted ghoul of a being.  There are probably quiet moments where he ponders how his life would have been if he were never taken under Adelie’s wing, but they are shoved back down into the dark abyss he dares not look into.  

10.   What is their favourite memory from their childhood? Earning his first pack of Lost. Little and loyal and they tended to his needs without question.  Free friends, captive to him and too stupid to disobey.  At first, he regarded them as tools and took good care of them. Once he accidentally killed one (maybe not accidentally), it was replaced.  Now they are regarded as intelligent playthings and extensions of himself.

11.   Do they have a “type” they are usually attracted to? No explicit type.  Any form of love that Gresham is capable of experiencing is extremely toxic and sickening.  He is an abject abuser and sadist; he doesn’t understand love.  Gresham is capable of obsession and his main obsession is Adelie.

12.   Do they have any favourite possessions? His survival knife, his jar of Flow, and his pack of Lost.  

13.   Do they have any tattoos? If no, would they ever consider getting one? They are not traditional tattoos, but he has faint stripes down his back.  They are short and function like Rictus’s, just without most of Rictus’s extra abilities.  For instance, Gresham cannot rebuild objects with them.

14.   Do they have any piercings? If no, would they ever consider getting one? The thought hasn’t occurred to him, so no piercings.  He might not get one, but I could see him forcing them on others in uncomfortable places.

15.   What is their dream house like? He would live closer to Adelie with more space to be able to move around comfortably.  A space that’s easy to clean and sort his pack into their own cubbies. A much more robust torture chamber with more tools would also be nice.

16.   What is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them? He is intelligent.  Gresham is calculated in how he handles his affairs and prepares for most situations ahead of time.  For instance, he’ll set out his Lost to lead his quarry to him-typically in a pretty narrow place to discourage retreat.

17.   How good are they at choosing gifts for others? Don’t ever take a gift from Gresham, it’s a trap.

18.   Do they have a certain skill that they’re particularly proud of? He is insanely gifted with his knife work and butchery.  He is proud that he hasn’t yet broken the “Warlord W.03-c.017 is not entitled to cull stud XXX-XXXX” part of his special permits, despite getting his “playthings” very, very, very close to that point. He is also proud of how easily he can take what he wants.

19.   How would a stranger they just met describe them? Creepy, pushy, off-putting.  They may complain of the smell of his breath and body odour.  

20.   How would a close friend they’ve known for a long time describe them? A sweet, loyal dog.  Trustworthy and cute, in an ugly way. (Adelie)

21.   Do they have any personal insecurities? Being caught in a vulnerable position by someone that can then gossip about it.  There are a few pilots that lack tongues for this reason.  Others (presumably because their mouths were too damned small) are just tortured into silence.

22.   What is their highest physical stat? (strength, stamina, defense, speed, etc.) and their highest non-physical stat? (intelligence, perception, charisma, luck, etc)? Easily strength and intelligence.  Defense and Perception are second highest. Gresham lacks Stamina or Charisma.

23.   How would they react to finding out someone lied to them, even if it was for their own safety/well-being? Gresham wouldn’t like it as it would be a form of insubordination, but insubordination also leads to punishment which is fun for him.  He’d let the person lie, then set a trap to catch them.

24.   Do they prefer cold weather or warm weather? For █████ ██████████ reasons, he isn’t too bothered by temperature extremes.  If given the option, he’d pick colder.

25.   How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? See number 2.  Any proclamation of love isn’t actual love: Gresham doesn’t understand it.  Though, he probably tells his playthings that he loves them.  

26.   How easy is it for them to tell someone about their worries? He would not be close enough to most beings to talk about his worries, but he monologues with the Lost about his thoughts. Much like number 21, those that have caught him in these monologues suffer grave consequences.

27.   Have they ever witnessed someone die? Yes, and he takes a perverse joy in it each time.

28.   Are they ticklish? No.  If he ever was, he got desensitized to it by the Lost climbing him.

29.   How high/low is their pain tolerance? Very high.  Even before he started developing chronic pain from his many augments, he is still a Vactyr in the Titan size-class.  

30.   Is there something they secretly wish they could do, but are too afraid to? Getting closer to Adelie.

31.   Are they a messy eater or a neat eater? Due to his lack of cheeks and stretched snout, he is a very messy eater.  Thankfully, the most common food available to him is the same soylent available to all Liberated.  However, when he has access to problematic meat, he eats like a T-Rex.  Large chunks swallowed whole.

32.   What moment of their life made them feel most unloved? When he’s reminded of his place in the universe.  While he is one of the few top-ranked Liberated, he is below every Hirudian.  Forgetting this disappoints Adelie who forces him back into his place through her ability to utterly control his Liberation.  She is willing to loan that control to other Hirudians, including Hivemind (but never Argiope), much to his great humiliation and shame.

33.   What moment of their made them feel most loved? The time leading up to and after getting his augments.  Yes, he lost his vision at this point, but he had Adelie’s entire attention as he was prepared for and eventually recovered from the surgery.

34.   Which of the senses would they hate to lose the most: vision, hearing, smell, taste, or touch? Gresham already cannot see, and his sense of smell is affected by his helmet.  He relies mostly on hearing and the secondary Flow-sense that is boosted by his augments and █████ ██████████ - he can sense where organic and Other beings are.

35.   Are they good at small talk? No, not really.  He’s a bit too busy to socialize and lacks the ability to fit in with the Liberated Ranks for socialization.  His off-putting personality and sadistic nature also pushed them away, many of the pilots carry some trauma from being targeted by him and thus naturally avoid him.

36.   If they could ask anyone one question and get the absolute truth, who and what would they ask? To some all-knowing being (so maybe Hivemind): “Am I good?”

37.   If they had the chance, would they prefer to travel to the past or to the future? The past.  Killing his brother again sounds fun and potentially going back to just before his augment so he can be close to Adelie again.

38.   Who had the biggest impact in their life, both positive and negative? Elite Adelie, for obvious reasons. But, Mortus comes to a close second in the next chapter of Glimpse.

39.   Would they rather life a life always surrounded by people, or always alone? He requires his Lost to live and takes a perverse joy in ruining other beings’ lives.  So, while he could potentially find happiness in a life of solitude if he ever had a chance at a normal upbringing… he would pick having others around.  

40.   Is there anyone or anything that immediately instills fear in them? He fears a loss of control to a being not worthy of his loyalty.  He is purely loyal to Adelie and enjoys his rule over others.  Gresham is aware of how easily Adelie can abandon him, he has witnessed her throwing away her other experiments for petty reasons.  In some cases, he was how she threw them away.  He eventually develops a skittishness around electricity.

[zmediaoutlet]

hmm i'm not good with prompts but: one of the boys is having a horrible day for very trivial reasons (accidentally nicked himself shaving, slammed the door on his hand, phone died inconveniently etc) and then other tries help. cue: (DRUMROLL) SEX but with the one still halfheartedly grumpy

(read on AO3)

He wakes up slow, to an empty bed. He lays there for a fewminutes, face half-buried in the pillow and making sure his breath comessteady, even. In half an hour he won’t even be able to really remember whathe’d been dreaming about. No sense in dwelling on it.

He slept like shit, though—they got home late, after dealingwith that annoying bitch of a naiad who’d been drowning guys on Lake Superior,and he hadn’t wanted to stay anywhere near water, just wanted to get back totheir bed. His ribs are all bruised to shit, and his right wrist—he rotates itslowly, shuffling down the hall, and okay, maybe Sam’s right, maybe he didsprain it.

The kitchen’s empty, when he wanders in. No coffee in thepot, and no grounds left in the jar when he checks. Groceries kept slippingdown the priority list, with the last few hunts they’ve been on. He looks intothe nearly-empty fridge, holding his wrist up against his chest, vague uneasestill lapping slowly at the back of his mind. Maybe he can force Sam to makethe run into town. Surely he must’ve earned a day off, by now.

When he heads into the library to try to wheedle Sam,though, it’s empty, too. He checks his watch—it’s already ten, so Sam ought tobe back from a run if he took one, the freak, and—oh. A note, propped on Sam’slaptop. Got a tip on a grimoire in Topeka, it says, in Sam’s goofyhandwriting. Home late. Dean drops the note on the table and sighs,rubbing his eyes with his good hand. Okay, so no lounging around with Sammy. Hecan get some stuff done, instead.

The weird unease from the morning lingers, though, and hiswrist—god, it really is starting to hurt. He wraps it up himself but he’salways awkward with his left hand and the bandage fits a little weird, and itstill aches as he separates their clothes out of the duffels they’d justdropped when they got home, as he starts the laundry. Almost out of detergent,too. The Impala’s due for an oil change and he manages it with one and a halfhands, but it’s a bitch, and he manages to spill about half the old oil rightonto the concrete when he fumbles the tray unthinking. That’s a fun half-hourof cleanup.

He hasn’t heard from Sam by one o’clock, and there’s aheadache lingering behind his eyes. Lack of caffeine, probably, so he forceshimself to sack up and make the damn grocery run. There’s hardly anyone intown, not that there ever really is, and the store’s empty but for him andEstelle at the register, who doesn’t even look up at him when he comesin. Coffee, beer, laundry detergent, milk and Sam’s stupid plaincornflakes and stuff he can turn into lasagna, and Estelle just stares at himdourly when he gets up to the counter and tells him the credit card machine isbroken. “Of course it is,” Dean says, under his breath, and her expression goeseven stonier. That kills the cash in his pocket, though he still slips hisfourteen cents in change into the little canister for cancer kids, or whatever.“Have a good one,” he says, and Estelle just grunts at him and goes back to herUS Weekly. Okay, then.

The bunker’s only about four miles from Lebanon, out in theempty farm country that hides it from normal people. It’s a bright day, humidand hot with summer, and he rolls down the window as he heads out of town,watches the corn and wheat fields drift by. He’s about halfway home, StickyFingers pumping out loud on the tapedeck, when something—shudders, and hegrabs the wheel tight with both hands and then there’s an awful snap andthe engine shrieks and he stamps on the brakes, squeals to a halt with gravelspraying around him, and then—oh, oh shit, and he pops the hood andscrambles out of the car into the thick air and the engine’s still ticking,trying to cool, and—fuck. Fuck. “Fuck!” he says, loud into the emptyeverything, because that was the goddamn timing belt and he can’t tell,not right away, what damage has been done. It’s only been fifty thousand miles,why—

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he says, propping himself on thesun-hot frame. He closes his eyes. “I’m gonna fix this, I swear. I swear.” Herubs a hand over his face, through his hair. He’s already sweating. Hard to seehow the day could get worse from here.

It’s almost seven when he makes it home, easing the Impalaalong as slowly as possible. When he walked back to town the co-op had had abelt, thank god, but he was going to have to order an actually good one fromChevy and rebuild about four things from scratch to make sure everything’s inorder. They’ve really got to invest in a truck with a tow package.

He’s sweaty and aching and smeared all over with enginegrease when he finally rolls her into the garage bay, babying her down theramp. He just sits there when he turns the engine off, rests his foreheadagainst the wheel.

Sam’s sitting in the library when he comes in, flippingthrough some ancient book with his laptop at his elbow. He doesn’t reallyglance up when Dean comes in, clearly absorbed in whatever crap is in thestupid grimoire. “Hey, where have you been,” he says, apparently to the book,while Dean stands there, still sweating. “Oh, do you have plans for dinner? I’mstarving.”

For a second Dean just stares, and then for another secondhe gets a very real and powerful urge to punch Sam directly in the throat. Heshouldn’t. If nothing else, it would fuck up his wrist even more. “Groceries inthe car,” he says instead, voice something strangled, and heads directly forthe shower.

He’s been standing still for fifteen minutes, eyes closed,just letting the blast of hot water hit him between the shoulderblades, whenthe door to the shower room opens.

“Hey,” Sam says, again, somewhere behind him. Sounds likehe’s actually paying attention, this time. Dean grunts, doesn’t bother openinghis eyes. There’s a pause, and under the rush of water he can’t really hearmuch. When big hands alight on his hips he flinches, almost slipping on theslick tile, but then Sam’s hands tighten and he’s kept upright.

“Don’t sneak up on people in the shower, dick,” he says, andit maybe comes out harder than he meant, but—fuck, cracking his head open wouldjust be the perfect end to the day.

“Sorry,” Sam says, soft, and he does actually kind of soundsorry. He slides his hands carefully up over Dean’s ribs, over his wet back,and the touch feels… nice. “How’s the wrist?”

Dean got rid of the bandages somewhere in the middle of hishalf-assed belt replacement, since it was smeared to shit with grease and thewrap was coming loose, anyway. It’s been throbbing, since then. “Hurts,” hesays, trying for stoicism, but his voice comes out all thick. Sam’s handssqueeze his shoulders, briefly, and then they disappear for a minute.

“Here,” Sam says, tapping his arm, and Dean opens his eyes tosee Sam holding three pills just outside the spray of water—aspirin, lookslike, and Dean sighs and takes them, swallows them dry, and then Sam’s handreappears holding an open El Sol.

“Beer in the shower?” Dean says, and Sam says, “Why not?”and, really, that’s not a bad point. He takes the bottle in both hands, becausewith the way things have been going he’ll probably drop it and slice open hisfoot, and the few cold swallows go easy down his throat. Sam takes the bottleout of his hand and sets it down somewhere with a clink, and then his handsreturn to Dean’s back, sliding smoothly on either side of his spine in long,slow strokes. Dean drops his head, shifts an inch or two so the water’s hittinghim on the back of the neck and pouring down over where Sam’s hands are moving.

After a few minutes, Sam says, “Saw the tool box was out. Andthe cat litter on the concrete.” Dean sighs. Sam digs his thumbs into themuscle at the base of his neck, pushing in slow pulses. “I was going to put thelaundry in the dryer but I think it’s broken, or something.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean says, groaning, and Samlaughs, quietly.

“Milk was spoiled, too,” he says, and Dean just wants to sitdown and never leave the goddamn shower. “I’m guessing it’s been quite the day.”

“How was Topeka?” Dean says, a little more sarcastic than hemeans to be. Sam doesn’t snark back, just squeezes his shoulders, and the topsof his biceps, and Dean sighs, again.

“You’ve got grease everywhere,” Sam says. He lets go ofDean, briefly, and when he comes back a slick washcloth smears over Dean’sshoulders, scrubs firmly up over his neck and up over the back of his head,even. “Did you take a bath in it, or something?”

“You try removing a crank pulley on the side of the road inJuly and see if you can keep it neat and tidy,” Dean says, and he can practicallyhear Sam rolling his eyes.

The washcloth scrubs down his arms, and Sam moves in closer,his chest pressing up against Dean’s back when he washes over Dean’s good wristand then so-carefully over his hurt one. He tucks his free arm around Dean’swaist, holding his forearm gently and swabbing Dean’s fingers, one by one, andDean leans back into the solid warmth of him, their skin slick together in thewater. It feels good, not that he’s going to tell Sam that. Sam’s mouth pressesup against his temple, though, his jaw prickly against Dean’s steam-soft skin.

“Can I take your mind off it?” Sam says, quiet, his thumbpressing gently into Dean’s palm.

“No,” Dean says, just to be contrary, and Sam snorts, rightagainst his ear. “I heard that.”

“Sure did,” Sam says, and steps in even closer so Dean canfeel his dick pressing softly up into the small of his back, just above Dean’sass. He keeps Dean tugged in close with one arm and with the other scrubs thewashcloth over Dean’s collarbones, over his chest, lets it scrape over his nipples.He keeps his eyes closed, lets his head droop down so his chin’s nearly touchinghis chest, and Sam kisses the back of his neck, the knob at the top of hisspine, and the washcloth smears over his stomach and lower, over the top of histhighs, and then Sam carefully cups his balls, makes Dean’s breath hitch in hischest.

“Spread,” Sam says, voice soft, and Dean obligingly shuffleshis feet further apart so that the washcloth can go—further, dragging slickbehind his balls, all the way behind to his ass, and he grabs at Sam’s armwhere it’s holding him steady, arches a little, and then Sam drops the washclothto the tile floor with a splat and then it’s Sam’s bare fingers, dragging firmover his hole and then back to his balls and then, finally, to his dick wherehe’s half-hard, plumping up just from this. He groans and Sam says, “What wasthat?” with his voice all light, and Dean says, “Shut up,” and curls his badwrist up against his chest, fumbles his other hand around to Sam’s hip to keephim close, and Sam kisses against the back of his neck, smiling, and jerks himfirmly, letting the water slick the way, wrist pumping and his grip just-right.He shudders out a groan and Sam’s thumb drags messily over the head of him,long fingers reaching down to cup his balls, and then he stops playing and just—works,perfect practiced grip and a little harder than Dean usually goes with himselfbut that just makes it better, because he could jerk himself off any time butthis is Sammy, taking care of him, for long steady minutes while Dean’s breathcomes harder, something coiling up deep in his belly, tension knotting, andthen Sam kisses over his shoulder and sets his teeth against the strainingtendon in Dean’s throat and pumps, steady pressure, and he slides his otherhand down Dean’s belly and behind his balls and presses two long fingers deepinto his taint and—oh, god, Dean comeslike that, jerking forward into Sam’s grip, on a long thin groan that tears outof his throat, and he drops his hand down to cover Sam’s where it’s still jerkinghim even as he spurts into the stream of water and his wrist throbs at him buthe—he just holds onto Sam’s hand, follows the movement as Sam pulls everythingout of him, until he’s empty, and he sags back against Sam’s body, thighstrembling.

“Whoa, don’t pass out,” Sam says, catching him around thechest. Sam’s arm squeezes a little against the trailing edge of Dean’s bruises,but he can’t really care right now.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Dean manages. It feels like his muscleshave gone liquid. Sam hasn’t let his dick go, is just sliding his thumb up and downthe hot tender skin, and—oh, he’s sensitive, but—but—he just keeps his handlight over Sam’s, shakes and wonders when his breath might finally steady out.Sam’s hard, pressing firm and hot against his back, and Dean thinks yes, in no more detail than that.

“Feeling better?” Sam says, and Dean works up the strengthto turn around, finally, and Sam lets him go just enough that he can fit himselfright back against Sam’s chest, his bad wrist tucked up between them. Sam resettleshis arm around Dean’s shoulders, the other cupped under the curve of his ass,and his dick’s now pressing slick against Dean’s belly.

Dean grinds in a little closer, watches Sam’s eyelidsflicker. His hair’s soaked, plastered close to his skull, and Dean drags itback from his forehead, cups the back of Sam’s skull in his good hand. Sam justwatches him, thumb dragging idly against the lower curve of Dean’s ass.

“No,” Dean says, finally, and Sam frowns at him. He rubs hisstomach against where Sam’s leaking on him and licks his lips, and smiles whenSam’s eyes drop to his mouth. “Think I might need more distraction.”

Sam blinks, eyelashes spiky, his cheeks flushed dark. “Icould do that,” he says, after a second, and Dean snorts, leans back and turnsoff the faucet, finally. Good thing the water heater here is bottomless. Samlets go of him long enough to grab a towel and wrap it over his shoulders, andthen Dean’s being kissed, properly, Sam’s hand big and wide over the back ofhis neck. Dean thinks, well, he’ll take a look at the dryer tomorrow, and thenhe doesn’t really have to think much of anything, after that.

[brassyy]

I love YouTube so much. This one lady stores her cat food in a glass jar. And this one guy washes his corgi’s food dish on a regular basis. I sort of want to help my mother do this for her cats, but there would be no where to put the jar, and she has too many cats! I’m pretty sure 2 cats would be the perfect amount, but good luck attempting to get her to do that. It would be nice to line up the cat bowls in the kitchen under this shelf and use that as a cat area, but right now there’s so much junk in that area of the kitchen! There’s been a toolbox there forever. I’m pretty sure it’s her worthless friend’s, but it could also be her worthless landlord. (Although I don’t really blame him for not wanting to finish the kitchen with all of the stuff in the way.) 

I need to figure out a project that would help her maybe want to clean up the rest of her place, although that’s rough because most of it is her worthless friend’s junk, which should just be thrown outside if he can’t help with rent or bills for whatever reason. Regardless, the kitchen shouldn’t look like a garage, and the bathroom shouldn’t have so much clutter around the sink when there’s so much storage space in there! I think maybe starting in the kitchen and bathroom, then maybe focusing on the space around her computer would be beneficial. There’s way too much decor there, so it’s not really functional as an office area, plus the decor that IS there can’t really be appreciated when there’s so much concentrated in one area! She actually has a lot of space for decor here and there, but she has a lot of seasonal decor that could be rotated out if she had some storage bins - so maybe that’s one thing I WILL order right away. I’m just not sure what she’d be willing to store, because one of her bookshelves has so many stuffed bears on it, and when I packed away a couple of bears clearly meant for valentines day, she was all concerned that they were getting squished and put them back, which might be understandable, but if we have one bin just for these bears, hopefully she’d be more willing to store them!  

I’m not sure what else to order right now, other than maybe some little spray bottles to make cleaning solution (read: soap and water). I want to buy a bottle for our bathroom so it’s easier to clean, and maybe also a bottle for when I’m living in Madison next fall so I can keep the bathroom super fresh and be a nice roommate and everything. I can’t wait to see the place eventually so I can get some ideas. I think there may be a decent sized closet bathroom, but it could also be a water heater or something. Sad...

I wish I could go into home organization because it’s so astonishing that people struggle and have so many possessions, then wonder why they’re so stressed or why their place is a mess. It’s so much easier to take care of my room when I don’t have stuff piled up everywhere, and I can focus on other tasks, it’s easier to get going in the morning, etc.