#we made it!!

[breezypunk]

The morning after

The smell of coffee hit Vaughn's nose immediately. Goro always knew exactly where to get him. Nothing like a fresh pot of Vaughn's favorite to start the day, even if the day was starting incredibly early. Vaughn wasn't even going to bother to check the time, Goro wanted him up for a reason..

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Time came to a standstill the previous night. Earlier Vaughn had just returned from Dogtown, he even smelled like it. It was different, but Goro loved the smell of nature on his partner. It was enough to make Goro's thoughts wander. He and Vaughn hadn't had an ounce of alone time in what felt like months, and that may have even been true. But Vaughn's incredibly busy schedule and Goro's need to stay in NC drifted them apart but for good reason. Vaughn was desperate for merc work, he was desperate to get back out there and work now that he could have his combat implants back, thanks to Viktor. But he missed Goro more, he missed his touch, his missed his voice, he missed waking up next to him every morning and Goro sensed it. That night was a complete blur. Goro couldn't contain himself, the desperate need to touch Vaughn along with not having seen him in weeks was enough to make sure they didn't remember the next morning with just how intense being on each other was. The need to hold on to each other so tightly, skin on skin to the point where tears fell from Vaughn made time completely freeze. A release from them both which felt like it had lasted a lifetime, and thank god for that, because they didn't want it to end. Vaughn knew he couldn't leave again, at least not without Goro. He couldn't bare to be away from him for so long, and the morning after proved such, as waking up to the smell of his favorite coffee at what was most likely 6 A.M reminded him of just how lucky he was to have the love of his life there to take care of him and cherish him and make him feel whole. He had everything he could want, and he was never going to take it for granted.

[pacinglikeghosts]

a love that came and left with this train

ronance | one last stop au | 15/15 chapters

In the end, it took Robin exactly three days to make herself at home in the apartment. It felt like she always belonged there, really, as she slotted herself into their routines with absolute ease. In the mornings, long after Nancy, Eddie, and Jonathan had woken up and gotten out of bed, Steve and Robin would drag themselves from the comfort of their warm beds and join the group, hair in similar states of disarray. The laundry became somewhat of a communal experience as Robin spent more and more time in the apartment, with Robin’s wardrobe (which, admittedly, was a small section of Nancy’s closet and a single drawer. It wasn’t like the move was planned) slowly morphing into a combination of Steve and Jonathan’s. And Robin would be lying if she said she didn’t notice the way Nancy’s eyes lingered on her as she got dressed, or lounged around the apartment in nothing but her socks, a pair of Steve’s jeans, and one of Jonathan’s sweaters.

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[theblackestofsuns]

“We Made It!!”

Fantastic Four #19 (October 1963)

Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Dick Ayers and Stan Goldberg

Marvel Comics

[dark-cipher]

I'm here!! and you're here!!! that's a reason to celebrate for sure

[lumiconic]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🥳

[shieldkeeper]

FFXIVWrite2022: Prompt 30

Writing Prompt: SOJOURN  Words: 1672

“What are you doing here?” Came the scathing remark of a young man at the door to Garen’s old family home.

“…You know why. And I bid you not get in my way either.”

So were the brief words exchanged between two brothers of eleven summers apart. Neither in the mood for talking or exchanging pleasantries—not yet anyways.

Not until they’d said all of their final farewells to their dear Ma upon her deathbed.

  …

  “We could have done this at home you know.”

“What, and let the rest of our younger siblings overhear? It would break their heart.” Garen could not help but tease, if only to put some nerves at ease and loosen up. “Besides. This shall be man to man. Brother to brother.”

“As it should be… I suppose.”

The days following their mother’s passing were bleak and lifeless. A family that sat together and hardly spoke, where the only thing one might hear were tearful cries and sobs from the youngest of the family. Or those who silently wept in their own quiet quarters where none could witness. Their Da was beside himself, barely keeping it together… and thus what quarrels these two brothers might have had were put to the side in lieu of keeping the peace.

Until now that is.

Garen had taken himself a temporary room at the inn for his stay in Limsa Lominsa. Still on the fence of deciding whether he should stay or leave once more. The plan was to piddle around for a few days in mourning, yet… one’s wishes and desires toyed with his heart otherwise. Circumstances had changed tremendously as they were. And with recent developments… he wasn’t sure if he was ready to take this head on or not.

Either way, he bid younger Holou to join him once he was ready to talk. Away from prying eyes and listening ears. On a stormy dark night where the boy may as well stay put and leave back home on the morrow. Whatever was decided was up to debate, given what needed take precedence first.

“Why… why only return now?” Ah. A continuation from first meeting. ‘Why are you here?’ Twas not only for sake of seeing mother one last time. Holou continued. “Was this the least you could do after abandoning us?”

“My… no need for venom so soon.” Garen heaved a tired sigh, rolling his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair. “You should know well by now why I haven’t. Nor did I abandon my family—quite the opposite.”

“Bullshite.” Holou hissed without letting Garen get another word in. “I was five summers old when you left. Five!! Maloe was just a newborn babe not even a summer old! And not once did you stop by in those many long years since. Not once did you show up to visit whether it be for celebration or holiday or even just to see us! You definitely could have at any point, and yet you did not. It was to the point I could only vaguely remember what you damn looked like!”

Garen grew silent for a moment, simply shaking his head in response. “My life after I took my leave did not allow for me to do as I pleased. I had to travel the realm over and find my place in the world. I had to work hard and do what I needed to for coin. Most of which I sent home every month. I wrote plenty a letter when I could as well."

The more Garen spoke, the more irate Holou grew with each passing word. Excuses… lies… all these excuses! Why could he not answer him truthfully?

“You refused to play an active role.” He butted in once more, his tone low and filled with built up anger. “Instead you traveled the world as you wished and did all and more to fulfill your dreams. Never thinking of us save a piddly amount of coin here and there to say that you were ‘helping’. Why are we still living in that old shack if it were to be believed true?”

“I didn’t come here for excuses. I came for answers. And apologies.”

“You’re acting like an entitled child.” No longer did Garen’s voice remain perfect tone of calm. He too was beginning to let his emotions waver in the heat of the moment. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Holou, those vulnerable feelings mounting. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. What I’ve needed to do in order to endure and survive. I know well I haven’t been present, but I have done my best to be there for my family in what ways I could.”

“Just about all of my funds I sent home to Ma and Da. I otherwise lived off the land and had to sustain my living style on my own, usually in a dinky little tent with nowhere to go. I gave up a lot of life’s luxuries so that you and our family could keep a roof over their head and well fed. And so much more.”

He began to count off a number of things he had been doing in all of this time. Da’s earned coin was never enough while he was growing up. Nor did it help that Ma was typically bedbound and could not support financially in any plausible way. They had only just enough to get by, and even then sometimes one went hungry or wanting… to the point Garen picked up odd jobs here and there when he hit teenage years. Even going on a brief stint with the yellowjackets for a time!

Ma had more children besides him though… fulfilling the one wish she had in her troubled life. To lead a happy one surrounded by family. To know that she was loved and could live her life giving breath to new life of her own making. Her own legacy to show that she was here. As valid a reason as any other, but so strainful a thing for a poverty level family…

“With my help, you and the younger ones were able to go to school and have more opportunities than I ever had. You did not go wanting for a meal, this I assured. Da has been slowly saving enough between the two of us for a new home someday before that old ‘shack’ of ours can no longer be viewed as suitable. Hells, with my latest income, there should finally be enough for it.”

Regardless of reason, Holou still did not appear convinced. He was still so hurt for feeling as though his older brother had left them all behind. Had gone and done as he wanted… and became this big-name big shot that no amount of self-earned accomplishments could ever compare.

Garen was out there playing hero and having the time of his life as far as Holou was concerned. Achieving that which he could only dream of doing so. So grand had his name grown that Holou was no longer his own person. He was simply known as ‘the great warrior of light’s younger brother’ and little more. What could he possibly do, knowing he would forever stand in the shadow of someone so important? Why ever bother trying?

His elder brother sensed this however. This lamentation and anger that Holou clung onto. He was looking for an easy target to blame for his shortcomings and indecision. Had likely always pinned his pent up anger on a face he had not seen in years upon years, for surely that was the cause of his woes.

When Holou did not speak up after all his reasonings were given, Garen placed a firm hand on the lad’s shoulder. Gripping tightly so as to have full attention. “Tis high time you grew up and went on a venture of your own. Maybe then you would understand.”

“What, and leave Da and the young ones behind like you did?” He scoffed with gaze glancing off to the side.

“Nay. In return, I shall remain here indefinitely.”

Holou let loose a huff of a laugh. “You? Stick around here? And what will you do when the world comes calling once more? Leave it all behind at the drop of a hat?”

Garen shook his head once more. “I intend to stay and make amends. The world no longer needs for a hero like I—nor do I intend on taking any major jobs anytime soon.” His grip slacked just a tad before he continued. “I will fulfill Ma’s wishes, one step at a time. I’ll get Da and the rest of us into a better place. I will stay here for a couple of years and not take my leave till I know my younger siblings can fully look out for themselves.”

“More than that, I’m too tired to answer to the realm’s whims any longer… I wish to make right and stay by my family’s side in their time of need. More than I did before.”

…Well, what could Holou say to that?

‘Tis high time you grew up and went on a venture of your own’ huh… something he had yet to fully consider in its entirety.

“…If you are earnest and will make good your word, then mayhaps I shall take my leave. Seeing as I never could without leaving Ma alone.”

“How selfless of you.” Garen simply smiled, which earned himself Holou’s wrathful glare.

“You would know huh?” He huffed once more with a haughty “Hmph!” before excuses himself from his seat.

“Don’t look down on me…” Holou locked gazes with his brother, piercing lavender eyes staring into one another. “I’m not as weak as I once was. Nor am I a child that needs be fended from the outside. If you’ll do as you say, then I shall strike out on my own.”

“And should you ever need a helping a hand, I will be here. At home.”

“As you had better be…”

[nothazellevesque]

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

[stitchthesewords]

its rude to reblog things from people you arent mutuals with fyi. :/

💀 my brother in christopher

[suiheisen]

"i would know her by reformed body alone... i would know her in death"

also... there's official art

[soranker]

laios985

[scorbunny]

matthew lillard doing the iconic ghostface knife wipe like that HAD to be intentional

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[tsotc]

fucking obsessed with the uni town i live in

[lesbianweed]

Marcille and Falin || Dungeon Meshi 1x12

[pinkravat-art]

"breakfast" a tma s5 animation thing

audio on:333

dawg can't even fry me an egg in this eyeconomy

[VD: A Magnus Archives animation done in orange and teal titled "Pusryčiai" (meaning: "breakfast"). Mellow music plays as Martin cracks two eggs into a frying pan. He turns away to throw the shells while the pan sizzles, and when he returns with a spatula, a "boom" sound effect plays as Martin recoils with comic disgust.

The egg yolks have been replaced by human eyeballs. Martin stares at them for a moment. He then pokes at the egg with the spatula, producing a squelching sound, and one of the eyes blinks with another gross wet sound. Martin goes from disgusted to comically sad and disappointed, and he fades away before the setting does. The video ends on the words "darė Skaistė" (meaning: made by Skaistė) and a quick shot of an eyeball. End VD]

ty @princess-of-purple-prose for the description, i edited it a bit too.

[bookshelfpassageway]

yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill