#scratches head..

[ferretpajamapants]

no joke this is what it's like rn as an american

[hippieuncle]

Kathy's making good points it's just they're halfway the lecture, 3 hours in and haven't had a coffee break yet

Little side gig RVB oc thingy I'm playing with......

A small group assembles after finding a washed up Freelancer, going under the title of Free Bird Innovations.

Neuroscientist and Hardware Designer -

Theophilus Papadopoulos, a man with a big head, thinks he can do it better than everyone else when it comes to cyber implants and AI projects by so so gracefully copying superior ex-projects and hounding down remains of information. Despite his hush hush and snubbing attitude, he is pretty happy with his crew, and treats them fairly. (Kentucky is an Exception)

Cybernetics and Programming -

Kathy Beaumont, a driven lady who is simply thrilled to be on a small but ambitious project. Her enthusiasm comes out in excessive ramblings and boisterous team-work mindset. If she isn't feverishly typing away code hunched over her PC, it's highly likely she's browsing Ebay for weird knicknacks and doodads

Health Care Psychologist, Neurosurgeon - Luella DuPlessis, sweet woman who'se gracefully nearing her retirement and wishfully living towards those days whilst she not only supervises and nurses Kentucky, she also provides meals from her self-written cookbook. A compassionate, rational, and resillient woman forged into the wise individual she is today. Despite never having been a mother, she's often called that in jest by the team.

Secretary and Assistant -

[Not pictured.] Assistant Reeves is a well educated young man, the others speculate he is distantly related to Theophilus; with little proof to back it up it remains a rumor. He handles everything from communication, diplomacy and interviews.

(Ex)Freelancer - Agent Kentucky

After having gone MIA due to the directions Project Freelancer had taken, Kentucky was retrieved by the current crew and medically supervised. There is technically nothing wrong with Kentucky, but due to his gullible nature, the crew has pulled the wool over his eyes and utilizes his easy personality to graditually get more information; and more importantly, have a willing guineapig for when the time's right for implants. He's a sweet country boy.

[shellcasings]

Love Struck Fighter

[femkuna]

i was gonna animate a choso panel for pinned but i'd rather killmyself

[kaoharu]

cna you even see them

[major-violence]

fine ill stop talking about joe in ask blogs..

[pusheen]

[hejee]

sunday mass with the boyfriend aka the son of sparda

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i am beyond serious

bonus:

[yakeisoda]

ref

[rookanisstuff]

Lucanis’s Logbook, 4

Nearing Midnight:

- Reading

If I have lost an hour this night, it is only to Rook. But lost is wrong. It is an hour found. An hour more clear than any other.

[zephyrine-gale]

can i be your tail?

[the-phantom-peach]

miscellaneous zelda art over the last month

… or something ☕️

[curiouscatastrophe]

Decorated the frame for my beloved print from @illusioncanthurtme !!

[bigheartbuck]

8.17 fix it/canon divergent

"Eddie," Tommy says, and he sounds like he does at work. Firm. Calm. He's navigated helicopters through much worse than this. Raging storms and hurricanes. "Eddie, step away."

Eddie whips around, head snapping at him, eyes angry. Finger still pointed. Nostrils flaring. Buck is looking wide eyed. The tension in the air is palpable. Thick and heavy. "What are you doing here?" Eddie asks sharply and Tommy raises an eyebrow. Holds up the empty food containers. After the funeral, they'd all eaten at Hen's place. Buck had brought food for everyone. No one had really eaten anything. But it'd been nice, regardless. Or well, as nice as it gets when your captain dies and you have to do normal things after his funeral, such as eating and sleeping. Tommy had stayed behind to help Hen clean up. Had promised to drop off the food containers at Buck's.

So here he is. Backdoor wasn't shut and he walked in on Buck's face twisting into shame and grief and guilt and Eddie's raised voice.

Tommy puts the containers on the counter. Tries to meet Evan's eyes. It's charged in here. Tommy feels his stomach knot at the way Evan curls in on himself. Something isn't right. "Just came to bring these back," Tommy says, and then finally Evan looks back at him. "You okay?" Tommy asks.

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms. “He’s fine. We're okay. Buck doesn't need you.” Buck shifts uncomfortably. “Eddie, come on…”

But Eddie ignores him, stepping closer to Tommy. “You’re not part of this team. You don’t know what we’ve been through.” It's a grief response, probably. Eddie is hot headed. Can be arrogant and mean. Buck's mentioned it jokingly before but it doesn't seem funny now. Nothing about it is fucking funny.

Tommy meets Eddie's gaze, unyielding. "I’m just here for Evan.”

Buck pushes past Eddie and towards Tommy and Tommy can see it in his tense shoulders, his set jaw. He's going to cry. And he definitely doesn't want Eddie to see right now. Whatever their argument was about, he needs to get out of here. "You wanted to catch that movie, right?" Evan says, voice brittle and sharp and he pointedly ignores Eddie. Tommy doesn't even blink. He touches the small of Evan's back. "Yeah," he says gently. "We're running late, come on."

Evan doesn't say anything on the drive. He stares down at his phone and bites his lip, and then out of the window and then back at his phone again. Fiddles with the seam of his jeans. Bounces his leg. At a red light stop, Tommy reaches over. Places his hand on Evan's thigh. Evan stills underneath his palm. Outside it's starting to rain. Drizzle, really. "My place okay?" Tommy asks and keeps his hand right there. Eyes on the road.

"Please." Buck's voice is rough, hoarse. Another beat. "I don't need you to save me, by the way. This isn't -- I was handling it fine."

Tommy glances at him. His chest clenches. "Hey, I know. That's not what--"

"He said I always make it about me." Buck blurts out, and he's angry and hurt. Grips Tommy's hand with his own, squeezes tightly. "Said I-- I don't know. Doesn't matter." His breath hitches. "I tried so hard to be okay, Tommy, I really did. And I - I know I'm a lot but I really thought I-" He lets out a wet huff. "I was there for everyone, I really tried to be. Like he said. To be what they needed but I was selfish, apparently and I-"

Tommy parks the car. They're here. He kills the engine and twists in his seat to look at Buck properly. The rain is picking up now, drumming against the windows.

"You're not selfish," he says firmly. "You're grieving and taking care of everyone. You're the least selfish person I know." Throat working, Buck shakes his head, looking down at their hands. His eyes are wet.

"Come on, let's head inside. Got some sweats you can borrow." Steal. Buck used to steal them. Sleep in them, sleep in Tommy's shirts. Buck seems to remember too because he manages a small, soft smile.

They get inside and Tommy flicks on the lights, door falling shut behind them. He's barely out of his shoes when Evan steps into his space, crashes into him. Tommy lets out an oomph sound and then folds his arms around him. He's put on muscle, has become so solid and filled out but he buries himself deep into Tommy's chest. Tommy thinks about watching Buck through the monitors and how badly he wanted to hold him then. How badly he wanted to catch his pain with his bare hands. "I got you," he whispers and presses his nose into the curls. "I got you, baby." The pet name slips out like that. Evan doesn't seem to notice, he's trembling and shaking, and Tommy can feel him crying more than he can hear him.

Tommy holds him. Holds him through it all.