#so prompts open i guess?

[blade-that-was-broken]

John hardly said a word on the plane ride home.

He barely said anything for the entire time leading up to the plane ride either.

There had been quite the process to get his brother out of there and Bruce heard so many different things he could barely keep track of them all.

They explained about different resources for Bruce's brother, the medications he needed to take, the exercises that he needed to do. They told him to make sure he got involved in a group and a hospital and he should probably continue some physical therapy. They tried to tell him a bit about the adjustment that this could be and a bit on what he could possibly expect. They explained a bit about John's history, although not much, most of the file he was given was kind of blacked out.

He had been a lot of places.

There were commendations too, although Bruce wasn't entirely sure what each of them were. John didn't look at the file and Bruce didn't ask.

He had a smaller bag and a large duffle and that was it. That was the whole of his possessions. Ten years and that was pretty much all he had. Bruce was told that if John didn't stay on base for trips and leaves home, he was staying with one of his squad mates or disappeared. He always came back when he was supposed to so no one seemed to care where he went.

Bruce thought he'd have to contact some of his squad mates at some point. It would probably be good for them. He hoped that some of them were still alive, at least. He saw a few pictures. There was a retired sergeant, Pete. Maybe Bruce could find him. Bruce wasn't sure how close John was to any of these people. There was a young man in his squad that barely looked older than Branch.

Bruce didn't know how to feel about that.

Bruce was warned that he might not talk much, although it would come in bouts. Pretty much everything was up in the air. They also told him that it was likely he was very, very happy to see Bruce. Every one of the nurses and attendants pretty much knew how much John loved his brothers. Apparently, he had pictures of them as children. It made Bruce feel worse. They tried to assure him that it was mostly chalked up to the shock of everything that had happened, the sudden changes - in both his life and mood swings - and depression in general. Everything had changed for him.

John mostly slept during the flight but seemed to awaken the moment they started their descent. Or at least, that was what John told him. "We are landing," he muttered under his hat.

"What?"

"We are starting to land," John repeated, taking the hat off of his eyes and placing it in the pocket of his jacket.

He wasn't wrong.

Brandy was waiting at the airport for them to take them home. John didn't seem to realize who she was until they were standing right in front of her. Probably Bruce's fault; he hadn't really told him or showed him what she looked like. They had barely talked at all and he didn't really know how to talk to him anymore. Bruce kept telling himself that the nurses and therapist warned him about that. That for a bit, he was going to be pretty quiet and he wasn't going to want to talk about personal things.

"Hello, hello!" Brandy greeted, giving her hand for a shake but then hesitating. "I'm Brandy! You're John, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, shaking Bruce's wife's hand with a surprising ease despite his unsteady balance.

Brandy flushed and chuckled. She glanced at her husband, almost proudly. "You hear that, Bruce? He called me ma'am."

Bruce tried not to roll his eyes but let out an amused smile.

"I won't be any bother," John promised, making Bruce's expression fall a little. He was worried about that, for some reason, although Bruce wasn't entirely sure why. It was like John felt he had to make sure that he wouldn't be considered a nuisance or was worth keeping around. "And I can pull my weight... so to speak. You can put me to work and I can be a help."

Brandy glanced at Bruce, a little confused. "Well I'm sure... we can find somethin," she replied slowly. She always seemed to understand what Bruce was trying to get across. "It's good to meet you, John. I am very glad you are here. Let's get you settled at home, alright? I hope you don't mind a little mess. Our kids are... they can be rambunctious."

John shrugged lightly before following the couple towards the doors, Bruce insisting on taking his bag. "I don't mind at all. I have a surprising amount of experience with kids... not including the buncha boys in my platoon that could barely get up at a decent hour."

Brandy laughed. "Our boys can get up at an hour... well, it might not be considered decent. Perhaps pre-decent."

"I can probably fix that."

Bruce coughed. "What?"

Brandy just looked over at John curious and amused as they headed to the car. "Oh? Do tell!"

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Okay but best friend! Jamie who has been in love with you for ever and really really actually knows you.

Imagine one day you can’t sleep, it’a a hot summer night at the Potter’s, you’ve been tossing and turning for hours and James just senses that you can’t sleep.

“Love? Still awake?”

“Sorry Jamie- I don’t know why I can’t sleep” you pout and James isn’t sure if he is melting from heat or how cute you look.

“C’mere.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll put on a cooling charm and cuddle you, that always helps you sleep.”

And you crawl to his bed and under the covers and he is the one to position you on his chest, trapping you with his arms.

“Thank you Jamie.”

“I’d go to the end of the world for you lovie, no need to thank me.”

Yeah, he is going to confess soon.

[seithr]

top 5 blazblue character designs

YIPPEE BLAZBLUE

I feel like my tastes are known but I still will take this chance to gush a bit about the characters and design philosophy of em that Ive always been real fond of :)

No particular order here or else I'll be here all night formatting on mobile. More under the cut!

HAKUMEN it goes without saying I LOVE HAKUMEN'S DESIGN SO MUCH. The taloned tabi, the silhouette of wide pants and closefitted shinguards/torso. The faces/eyes scattered across his armour while the face is totally blank—made more unreadable and inhuman by the slats of neck guard. Fox-ears built into the helm shape to feel both animal and mechanical like antennae...and obviously the longass hair to sell the "tailed" look.

I remember reading really early on into liking BlazBlue—I can't remember the source, come maul me if I'm wrong—I read that Hakumen as a character and design was made when Mori was in middle or highschool, the idea of "what is really cool," and much of those ideas stayed. I not only really respect that and think its charming as someone who still likes MY own designs from that time, but, as it turns out, middle schoolers are still right. Hakumen is very cool. Augh. Fucking? Time travelling fox-robot samurai who's here to kill his brother to save him and also himself because his old self wanted to do the same thing for the wrong reason and thay thought disgusts him. Also him and Tsubaki in general make me start to choke (positive). God ok I have four more guys to discuss. Yes i also like Susanoo but I feel like thats a copout, I like that he's both animalistic and brutal martial arts as the God of War. Anyways CONTINUING

VALKENHAYN R HELLSING I will admit that he is an old man in a suit and that speaks to me but that he's one of the strongest beings alive as a old man in a suit ohh. And he's a werewolf ohhhh. Shifting just his body parts to kick and rip with his claws, quickly leaping back and forth between a normal bone-breaking jab or knee or biting and snarling—the dance between raw force and refined precision and a brutal tear's always been sooo cool to see and think about. I also think his ribbon in his hair moving to his wolfy tail is very cute. A man of sharp extremes from refined to flashing his fangs, human and wolf, cool and very cute. I like him :)

TSUBAKI YAYOI her uniform is so nice uruururururugh. Big cape and the way it drapes around her in combat like wings... Her sword and buckler/Izayoi looking so unique for being a "basic sword and shield for the hero"-type of deal! The eye on her hat's always been really striking too—the only "cold" colours being her and her uniforms eyes.....................Sparing a glance at Hakumen's recurring red eyes for no reason here. Knightly angel women and her flower-like "tassets" hanging off her clothes. Its a uniform which plausibly feels like it could be a uniform—she doesn't have anything uniquely "hers" or "for this female character" while still being really standout and clean. Her design's just really good guys. You can do so much.

Really want to mention her masked look too at least really quick here. my girllllll...

RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE well of course I really like his design. Yeah him being here is partially obligation because I love his character a lot but both things inform each other in the end. Mr Grim Reaper, Enemy of the World, red-and-black with a demon's arm on one side and a rebuilt one on the other. His big red coat and the oversize shoulders! The massive baggy pants—I love the silhouette he has. Blood Scythe/Aramasa/His sword transforming and able to clack around and shift's just. Always been such a cool design. Seithr-powered man, devil-smoke powered man, ashes of your own old dead self-powered man. Ragna is fucking cool auauauuuaghrhg.

And it DOES only make it more charming that he has a good heart, has a bit of a Kicked Puppy charm about him if you can pardon uhh that implication. He is just some fucking guy and he likes barbecues. He is sweet and cares for stray cats. His dad is a cat. He blows up the government regularly. He's a rebel who visually looks really clean if "intentionally trying to look like someone you should think is cool", which is both dork-charming and cute and also actually yeah cool because it's not a visual mess.

I like that his arm underneath is all belts and bandaged—Bloodedge only wearing half his coat for example is such a good look and it shows his clean black shirt underneath, which feels a lot like... Under that big eyecatching rebel coat of his (personality), Ragna's... Ragna, I don't know. I hope that makes sense. Knowing his personality makes me like his design a lot more than if I didn't I think.

As mentionned in Hakumen's block of text however: I already really like chuuni-ass designs, so combined in Ragna he makes me unwell entirely.

And last (I am running out of images allowed per post :((((( )

Kitty peepaw. I am cheating slightly here. I like the Kaka Kittens' big hoods too and think they're very cute and very eyecatching and I adore them always—the kittens especially being stompy little things that travel in packs are really cute. I love that Jubei, actual strongest thing in the world, has the oversized paw sleeves too. There's cat claws bigger than his body stored in what looks like emo kids' oversize hoodie sleeves. He's so simple and still the imagery of that coat gets reused several times over and it looks good every time. Orange kitty peepaw. AND he has an eyepatch, how can I not like eyepatches.

There are my 5 favourite BlazBlue designs :> Sorry if them all being C series or smth is boring wauh. I can spend as long as I want thinkinh about it but I do always seem to come back to these guys, give or take one change depending on the mood. Unchanging faves are Hakumen and Tsubaki for sure and forever though.

[dereles]

Derek follows the scent, gets an uneasiness he can’t shake. He tracks it down until he realizes that it’s not some innocuous bonfire—it’s Stiles’ house.

He can’t hear anything over the roar of the flames, can’t hear if anyone’s in the house. So he centers himself as much as he can with his heart beating out of his chest, and tries to find the sound of Stiles’ voice, the Sheriff, a distant sound of sirens. What he finds is the rumble of Stiles’ jeep, and relief crashes over him so strongly he’s nearly brought to his knees. It’s not certain, though, so he fumbles his phone out of his pocket and finds Stiles’ number.

“Is there anyone in your house?” Derek asks, as soon as the line connects.

“What? Why?”

“Is there anyone in your house.” Derek asks again, demanding.

“Uh—My dad was home when I left. Why? Derek, what’s happening?”

Derek’s stomach drops, his entire body going tense.

“Call the fire department.”

“Wha—”

“Call the fire department.”

Derek hangs up. There’s so much adrenaline running through him that he feels detached, watching distantly as a part of the house collapses in on itself in a plume of dark smoke. He doesn’t move for long seconds, inhaling deeply even as he feels ash scraping his lungs.

He’s violently jolted back into himself when he breathes in again and…and he knows that—that’s the smell of burning flesh. That’s the smell of Stiles’ only family burning alive and the rumble of Stiles’ jeep getting closer and he can’t—he can’t let—

Derek’s eyes are open, but he’s not seeing. Everything narrows down to that single scent as he takes a step forward, another step—not Stiles, not him too.

He might hear Stiles’ voice as he steps over the threshold, distracted as he remembers that there’s no mountain ash here, nothing that will keep him out, nothing that will keep them trapped inside. It falls away at the sight of the Sheriff, only feet away from the door, grunting with effort as he tries to push a burning chunk of roof off himself with black and blistered hands.

Derek’s shoving it away, pulling him up, half-carrying the man out the door, completely unaware of the deep groves of ash already healing in his palms. Stiles is running towards him—crying, terrified—but he hears the Sheriff’s steady, calming tone through choking coughs as they collapse against each other a safe distance from the flames.

Derek can’t stay—he can’t be near it anymore, but he can’t leave, wherever he goes he knows he’ll still be tasting ash, that smell—

He runs away. He runs home, home that’s not home anymore, home painted with soot and pain and guilt and alone, what he deserves.

He spends the night there by himself. But what he doesn’t know is that he won’t have to be alone much longer.

[missmouse43]

Here's a little Jiara drabble I came up with after playing around with a random word prompt generator. Enjoy!

Word prompt: Obedient

❗️Smut ahead❗️

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“Ah, ah, ah. No touching.”

The scolding comes with an impish grin and a light swat at the hand JJ had instinctively reached out to tangle into a mass of dark curls. Not to pull, never to force, but to hold back out of consideration—wayward strands getting in the way tucked affectionately behind an ear.

JJ’s hand flexes, checking himself, then curls into a tight fist and joins the other pressed firmly against the outer part of his thigh. A low whine vibrates from his throat, involuntary and strained. Not a protest, no. He accepted the terms of their agreement, thrilled by the shift in dynamics.

He was disciplined. Obedient. Just the way Kiara liked him.

Kneeling between his legs on the hardwood floor, the girl nods approvingly, honey-streaked mane falling loose over her shoulders as she descends on him again. Soft pink lips, plush and spit-slick vacuum sealed around his cock. Seductive mocha eyes holding his gaze steadfast and hungry, commanding his full attention.

Up, down, up, down, up, down.

JJ couldn’t look away.

She pulls off of him once again with a slow, indulgent drag, her tongue flat and wide against the popped vein throbbing on the underside, taking her time to tease the slit with several kitten licks just to watch her boyfriend’s eyelids flutter and his head tip back into the cushions. A strangled groan of satisfaction pulled from parted lips.

She wraps her hand around him as she speaks, long, delicate fingers pumping silky skin, just as capable as curling into a fist to throw a pretty decent right hook as they were at turning JJ into a bumbling pile of mush right there on the old pull-out couch.

“Are you going to keep being a good boy for me?”

“Jesus, Kie. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” Kiara giggled, pearly white teeth flashing up at him in amusement. Her smile dazzling, dizzying. And then she’s swallowing him whole and JJ’s seeing stars for an entirely different reason.

[vampirebiter]

i know ive talked about this before but i really just do not understand where people get the idea that griffith never cared about the hawks or sacrificed them for personal power. like. its pretty clearly spelled out that he feels extreme guilt over every hawk that dies under his command and that guilt is what the godhand play on to convince him to sacrifice. they show him the bodies of the people who have died following him and his dream and tell him that the only way to not have their sacrifices be in vain is to sacrifice the remaining hawks and achieve his dream. he doesnt sacrifice the remaining hawks because he doesnt care about them or because he wants the power that comes with being a member of the godhand. he does it because if he doesnt, every other death meant nothing. and thats not even getting into guts specifically and how griffith's emotions towards him play into his decision because thats a different can of worms and i already wrote enough here lmao

[averlym]

which is gayer? SIX or Adamandi (real)

adamandi

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

“My ear is burning, my ear is burning.”

“Well if you would hold still—,”

“You’re taking forever.”

“It’s a process! Here, wipe off your ear.”

“Gross, is this your sock? I’m starting to think you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t. I told you that. It’s not my fault you didn’t think to download a tutorial before we went to space where there’s no YouTube. Either use the sock or suffer the chemical burns. I don’t care anymore.”

“Ah-ha! So at one point you cared.”

Peter stutters into silence. He’s 90% sure Harley is just bickering to fill the silence, as they do, but that 10% is compelling in its insistence that Harley isn’t going to gloss over Tony’s spilling of the beans for forever. At some point he’s going to want answers. Or rather, to let Peter down easy into the garbage compactor of ‘I’m flattered but I don’t think of you that way.’

HELLO??? Past Sarah where is the rest?????

[lexa-griffins]

For the kiss ask game: number 8 and Clexa AU queen&knight

8. A kiss... in secrecy [clexa - The Queen's Knight AU - future 👀]

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"And if the town's council agrees, we take a break for a quick lunch before we return to the discussion of the trading routes."

Lexa stares at the room of graying townspeople, as wise as they frustrating, knowing her request will not be denied. Formality prevents her from exiting the room as soon as the words are spoken, politely nodding at the bows and wishes of a good meal that are directed at her by the people who tortutesly slowly leave one by one.

An annoyed sigh is heard to the left of her, the slightest clacking of armor following it. Her knight might possess many virtues, but patience is not a gift the gods have bestowed upon her. Having it her way, Lexa would have continued the meeting until late afternoon, ignoring her body's demand for sustenance like she has always done.

But Clarke had been eyeing her down since am hour before, after forcing her to promise to take a break midday and not push herself too much, reminding her an empty stomach leads to an irritated mind. Years of marriage have taught her that despite her frustrating nature, her wife is usually correct when it comes to the matters of the body and so, Lexa had agreed, kissing her reassuringly before she walks out the door early in the morning to go fetch her breakfast with the rest of the guard.

There are still lingering people by the doorway when the town's chief enters the room, "Your majesty, your lunch will be served in your room as requested."

"Thank you Indra." Finally, Lexa rises with grace, noting the way Clarke instinctively takes a step forwards towards her but catches herself before her hands have the time to try and stabilize Lexa.

"Wanheda, shall I request a plate be saved for you at the hall?"

If Clarke opens her mouth to answer, Lexa does not allow her the time to speak a word.

"She will eat with me, thank you Indra."

The chief stares them both down and perhaps had she not respected her queen so much she would have spoken up but instead she simply nods.

"Very well."

The keep does not compare to the immensity of the Polis castle but the journey from the makeshift throne room and the queen's quarters is still a stretch of long hallways and steep hard stairs. Lexa takes each step with purpose and composture, despite her back hurting from sitting all morning and the hunger that the mention of her lunch brought settling in with so much strength Lexa fears she might cry if she does not eat soon.

A hand touches her lower back briefly, a small gesture that lasts so little but does so much. Clarke has always been a woman of touch, even when she first arrived at the castle and her hatred for her queen burned inside her like hell itself. Having been dissuaded from any form of physical affection since she was a child, even the roughness of Clarke grabbing her arm with force back then sent Lexa into euphorics, the gentleness of her touch now, the touch of a wife touching her spouse in hopes to provide reassurance melt away the discomfort that has been so present in Lexa's life for the past several weeks.

A guard sees them and warns them with a clearing of his throat. The hand is dropped swiftly from her back and Lexa glares down at the tall man, who has the decency of growing red in the face.

"I will retrieve you both in two hours time." Indra states as they reach the impressive steel doors of the queen's room, bowing before Lexa, "your majesty. Wanheda."

The latter does not acknowledge the pleasentry, eyes trained of her wife's body, hand on the knob of the door, a silent demand to be left alone with her spouse at once.

TonDC is different from the city of Polis. Although a growing town at only a two day horse ride away from the capital of the kingdom, it is clear the minds of the people are not as opened to progression as the people of Polis.

The queen's marriage to her knight is known by all and scorned by many in here. Love is still a flaw that a monarch should simply not possess in the eyes of some of Lexa's people, a disease that can only hurt the ruling of the kingdom. And so, Clarke has been neatly shoved into the sole role of the queen's loyal guard during their stay, sneaking into Lexa's room late at night and leaving early in the morning before a maid arrives to awake Lexa for the day, Clarke refusing to spend the whole of fourteen nights away from Lexa's bed.

Once inside, they both sigh of relief, lips crashing full force on to one another. Lexa cradles her wife's face in her hands pulling her up towards her, desperate to feel her lips on hers. She is no longer a woman afraid to admit she desires to be wanted and loved, not when Clarke pulls her towards her by her waist and hums happily when Lexa bites her bottom lip begging to be let in, both stumbling clumsily inside the still unknown room's layout, finally hitting the table where their food waits for them.

"Hm, I've missed you." Clarke hums hazily against Lexa's lips, pretty sapphires closed as she basks in the warmth of Lexa's body against hers, no longer forced to keep her at an arms length.

"We kissed this morning niron." Although Lexa agrees that the early rays of the sun happened far too long ago for it to have been the last time they shared a kiss.

With a shake of her head Clarke kisses her again, an adorably love drunk smile accompanying it, forcing a matching one to spread across Lexa's face.

"It wasn't enough." She complains grumpily, a tone Lexa knows far too well when it comes to her wife.

"I agree."

Satisfied Lexa's lips remember the touch of her own enough, Clarke slides down the queen's body and Lexa's heart beats faster as she watches her get on her knees and undo the heavy metal corset that adorns her waist, greedily hoping to reach what lies below it.

As she does, the knight kisses the barely there swell of the queen's stomach like she did the first time she found out about the baby who has taken residence in there. Adoration and unconditional love mark the kiss she places on the bump, filling Lexa herself with love for the knight, love she cannot believe is still capable of growing larger than it already is.

"And I've missed you too my little love."

Shy of reaching her fourth month of gestation, Lexa's growing belly is still perfectly concealable by the layers of fabric her gown provides, the heir to the throne still a secret to the people of Trikru.

"They won't let me touch you nor your mother little one, can you imagine such a cruel world?" She talks to the small life growing inside Lexa with a pout, an habit created at the infancy of Lexa's pregnancy, only a few hours after they had received confirmation from an ecstatic midwife.

And even if the comment is made tongue in cheek, Lexa still frowns. It upsets her the people she governs seem to be so against her own happiness when she gave her life to deliver them from famish and destruction, to bring peace where her people could freely love and live. Why do they demand of her only survival?

"Nomon is thinking too loudly again." She hears Clarke share with their child with one last kiss, raising to her feet once more so she can sooth her wife's worries away, "let me help you forget your worries love."

Lexa smiles as Clarke brings her queen's arms to wrap around her waist, a devilish smirk on her face as her own hands wander underneath Lexa's dress, peppering kisses all along her jaw, a sharp bite to her ear that makes Lexa hiss in pleasure, forcing Clarke closer to her when the girl's lips find the pulse point of her neck, making herself at home there, driven by Lexa's gentle moans.

Inside of her, Lexa feels their little bundle demand fuel after a morning away from it, making her stomach sound loudly inside the room, although her wife seems keen on ignoring it, opting for a simple giggle against Lexa's skin.

"Let us eat my love," Lexa says prying herself away from her wife's wicked lips, afraid they will not have time to satiate the new hunger Clarke is close to awakening, "your child demands it."

[theflyingfeeling]

oh my god the drunken love confessions I love them all 😭😭💞

but my favourite was ”Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret.” 🥺

I loved that one as well and I really really want to use it in a fic 🥺😭💞 I can so easily imagine Olli saying that as Aleksi is helping him back to bed 🥰 he thinks he's being sneaky and Aleksi just smiles trying not to freak out (he has to wait until Olli is asleep and maybe even whisper back his own confession 🥺)

[raz-writes-the-thing]

prompt 12 from the dialogue list with the tenth doctor!!!!

Hello beautiful!

Thank you for your request!! I have posted your request here!

I hope you enjoy it!

[hobgodling]

the first day is steeped in darkness. getting up before the sun and choking down breakfast, even though the mere thought of food makes you feel ill. the first day is colored gray. a dull, aching sense of monotony. the first day isn't the first day at all, but another day in a series of the same-same. the first day is covered in fog. today is just the day you finally said it out loud, but when did it all start?

the first day - @nosebleedclub

[lovelesslittleloser]

Loveless the peasants are asking for more of the yummy plague doctor prompts.

Also, I miss you, friend.

I’ve missed you as well! I really need to get used to having relationships to upkeep. I’m rusty and my friends are growing dusty

Brain exercise I guess: select any inedible object, anything from an empty cup beside your bed or a low resolution image of the Taj Mahal, and tell me what it’s texture and taste would be, whether it’s a plant, meat, or a just a fun guy. Tell me if you can slice into it and if it’s rigid or fold-y, or if it crumbles. Is it dry? Crunchy? Spicy? Does it taste like a banana or black licorice?

How would you prepare it? Roasted, boiled, fries, grilled, in a sandwich, frozen, with spices or condiments or sugar, or just plain? How much could you eat in one sitting? What situations would this item be prepared in a meal for? Parties? Balls? Announcements? Weddings? Meetings? Is there any cultural or religious significance to it?

Just a little brain massage~ have fun! :D

[welcometoteyvat]

rarepair hell

[terrainofheartfelt]

31 (compliment) with dair 🥰

Dair + Compliment

“It’s certainly…” Dan trails off, eyes on the painting in front of him, searching for the right word. “Bold.” 

Blair’s head bobs in a nod by his shoulder. “I – respect the attempt.” 

“Oh my god,” Serena groans, tossing back her head dramatically from where she stands on Blair’s other side. “You guys are terrible at this.”

“You said ‘compliments only’!” Dan protests. 

She raises her eyebrows at them, unconvinced. 

“We could go more negative if you want, S,” Blair offers. 

“Never mind,” Serena gives in with a wave of her hand. “Go on, keep on with your judginess. I am going –” she points to the opposite end of the gallery, “way over there. I’ll see you after the show.”

She stalks away in a swish of blonde hair, and as soon as her back is turned, Blair turns to smother a laugh into Dan’s shoulder. 

“We’re terrible,” she giggles. 

“She really can’t take us anywhere,” Dan agrees with a grin. 

One word prompts

[suturcd]

for the past few months, i’ve gone back to a standard 8 hour workday during the week, so i know i haven’t been on too much as of late (thanks to everyone for their patience!). though i don’t always have the energy to write, i do check the dash every few days to see what everyone’s up to and read threads!

unrelated, but it’s been on my mind lately: i just wanted to say i really appreciate everyone who’s shown any interest in fran. kind of unexpectedly, fran has become a pretty important oc to me, and i think about her a lot even if i’m not actively writing (my emotional support oc lmao), so i really appreciate anyone who’s ever said a kind word, taken the time to write with me, or even just followed this blog quietly (other than the p0rnbot girlies who i assume are just here to shoot their shot with me and my huge muscles).

so... yeah! thanks!!