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Amelia: “When the Infinity Train appeared to me, it took on a futuristic appearance, promising a world of unimaginable technology and advancement that could potentially bring back Alrick…”
Grace: “The Infinity Train was gilded and beautiful, with a literal red carpet laid out for me, clearly beckoning to me as a star who deserved the world…!”
Tulip: “It took the appearance of a regular old train, but one heading to my destination: Osh Kosh!”
Jesse, who had the Infinity Train appear as Thomas the Tank Engine to him:
griddlehark have invaded my brain and they will NOT LEAVE
Slider sat in the chair, the steady beeping of the heart monitor his only company. He looked over his best friend, still a commanding presence despite his current frailty. He rolled his neck on a sigh as he glanced at the clock.
He hoped to have two more hours before the whirlwind arrived. A glance at his phone revealed messages from Wood and Sarah. Wood is on his way to get the hurricane, Sarah was on her way back to the hospital.
Ron knew he needed to be strong today, they had all been blindsided by the speed of events. Tom was diagnosed three weeks ago and Mav was due back next week. Surgery was scheduled for the week after that, but when Tom collapsed in his office the day before, the timetable was thrown out the window.
Surgery had gone well, the pathology was not back, but the knew Tom would have some amount of follow up treatments. Sarah walked into the room, two large cups of coffee in his hand. As she passed him a cup, she trailed her hand over his shoulder, squeezing the right muscle. "Did you sleep at all?"
Ron lied through his exhausted smile, "Some. I'll be ok. He should be here soon." Sarah knew Ron was lying but they didn't say more as Tom groggily opened his eyes. "Tom, you can't talk, don't try." Sarah's voice was kind, but firm. Tom pushed himself to open his eyes wider. He looked around the room, disappointment apparent on his face as a scanned the room. Ron stepped forward, "Don't do that Tommy. He's on his way. You blindsided us all yesterday. Wood's on his way to get him."
Tom nodded and opened his lips. Ron shook his head fiercely, "NO TALKING!" Sarah slid the whiteboard into Tom's left hand and a pen in his right. "Surgery?" He wrote, handwriting shaky.
A voice from behind answered, "Admiral, nice to see you awake. Surgery went well. We got the margins, but we are going to make a treatment plan. It's too soon to know about your voice yet. Don't try to use it if you ever want it back." Tom nodded in understanding, appreciating the directness of his surgeon. As soon as the doctor cleared the door, the sounds of running boots echoed through hall.
Sarah and Ron stepped away from the bed, clearing the space for the runner. The boots skidded to a halt outside the door before making their way into the room. Pete looked exhausted, he's been on the air when the call came in and on transports for 20 hours since then. Tom's eyes slipped closed as he waited for Pete to say something. Pete collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. The surgery must have gone wrong, Tom wasn't awake. Pete wasn't ready to talk to the doctors yet and face the future, right now he needed to lament what was lost.
Wood and Wolf stood outside the door, neither wanting to be far from their family nor wanting to interrupt. From his spot on the floor, Pete heard a soft tapping, his name in Morse code. He looked up to see Tom's green eyes looking at him in confusion. On the whiteboard, "Pete, are you hurt?"
Pete took a deep breath, exhaling on a soft chuckle. "Only my heart, dear. You scared the hell out of me." Ron and Sarah waited, glancing out the door at Wood and Wolf nodding for them to come in.
In the bed, Tom scribbled on the whiteboard and wiggled slightly closer to the side with the monitors and opened his arms wide, whiteboard out, "C'mere"
Pete sat frozen, afraid to get to close, to hurt Tom. Tom pointed at the whiteboard with his head and shook it slightly for emphasis. Pete looked over at Ron and Sarah, earning an eye roll from Tom. Ron nodded and Pete launched himself off his knees and rushed to the bed. He stopped, trying unsuccessfully to remove his boots.
Ron huffed, "Just get in the damn bed, Pete. I'll get them." Pete crawled into Tom's open arms and the two sighed in unison. Everyone else in the room shook their heads, never have any two people been more in love, they were sure of it.
Ron untied Pete's boots, struggling to get them off. Pete's feet and ankles were swollen, a sure sign of the long hours of travel. Ron leaned over the pair, "You get two hours and then I'm taking Pete to shower and eat. I'm guessing he hasn't done either of those since yesterday." Pete ignored Ron, even as Tom nodded in agreement.
Tom held Pete tightly, taking the comfort he needed from his husband. Tom wrote on the board again, "How long do I have you?"
Pete grinned, "Forever and a day." Tom smiled as he fixed the question. "How long are you in for?"
Pete shrugged, "I'm done." Murmurs of confusion on the room were interrupted by Wolf, "I thought you had a month left."
Pete shook his head, "I'm quitting." Ron's eyebrows shot up, as did Tom's, "Quitting what?"
Pete snuggled into Tom's shoulder as he casually replied, "The Navy." The room stilled, nobody moved a muscle. The only sound was Tom's monitor, the rhythm faster now. Tom kept his left arm around Pete as he wrote on the whiteboard with his right. "NO!"
Pete didn't look at the board, he knew what it said. "I'm not asking, Tom. I was halfway across the world, it took me more than a damn day to get here. What if I had been too late?"
"NO!" Pete furrowed his brow, that was a commanding voice. He lifted an eyebrow at Hollywood, standing at the foot of the bed. "I don't remember asking permission, Rick."
"Technically, Mav," he trailed off, but Pete knew where he was going. "Fuck," he muttered. Wood was up the chain of command for Mav and would have to sign off on discharge papers. Mav's contract wasn't up yet so it wasn't as straightforward as not renewing. Tom's silent laugh shook in his chest.
Wolf jumped in, "You can't quit, Mav. We will sort this all out, but you can't quit. You COULD stop pissing off admirals though."
In the corner, Sarah spit coffee at those words. She dabbed at her mouth and nose, "Sorry, but that's like telling Tom to stop being an admiral. File it under things that will never happen."
The group nodded and Pete looked over his shoulder at his sister-in-law. She was as steadfast a person as any in his life. She knew the pair of them too well. He jutted her chin at her, "I promise I'll do my part if Tom will take extended leave."
Nobody looked over, they heard the tapping of the whiteboard and knew the answer. Pete shrugged. He looked at Wood, "Do they still have an opening for a test pilot out in the desert?"
Ron huffed, "No work talk today. Today is a family day!" Just as he finished his declaration his phone rang. He screwed up his face as he looked at the number and answered, "Admiral Kerner."
The group laughed as Ron stepped out of the room. "Isn't it ironic," Wolf sang as the chuckles continued. Tom's eyelids drooped and Pete's eyes slid closed. Sarah turned and shooed the two admirals out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. She walked over to the bed, turning the lights in the room out. She fluffed Tom's pillow as Ron reentered the room.
"Help me get Mav's flight suit off his arms. If he has a nightmare, I'm afraid he'll hit Tom as he flails." Sarah knew she couldn't talk Pete into leaving yet, but he hated sleeping in long sleeves and they sometimes they triggered his nightmares. Ron and Sarah worked gently to pull Pete's arms from the flight suit without disturbing the pair.
Tom's eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with Sarah. "Thank you," he mouthed to her. She nodded as she slipped a pillow under Pete's head and pulled a blanket up over them.
She closed the blinds sat on the couch making space for Ron. "You too, Ron. I'll take the watch." Ron snuggled into his wife, head on her lap as she pulled a blanket around his shoulders. She sipped on her coffee as Ron slept, watching over the most important men in her life. She would make sure they all got through this.
i had a weird obsession with drawing wings for a minute (probably more) dunno why
Literally my first impression of the wasp king
Hello, it’s come to my attention that someone reposted my art onto Pinterest without crediting or asking me. I am making this post both as a firm reminder not to do that but also as proof that I am also 42 Derechos on Pinterest.
Virgil sanders hoodie refrence pt. 2 of 2! I wanted to do one specifically for the hood, bc I'm extra. And also because it took me so long to find I formation on where the patches are on this jacket. ((Original base credit to kibbitzer on deviant art.
No extra info on this one! :)
10 Questions Meme
I was tagged by unluckyycat. (And I'm terribly flattered. Thank you!)
rule 1: always post the rules rule 2: answer the questions from the person who tagged you rule 3: tag 10 people and link them in your post rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them
1. What names did you like growing up that you wish you could have changed yours to?
Ahah, well. As a child I didn't covet other people's names so much as furtively dislike my own. Still, when I was very little my mother found me out and decided the best course of action was to rechristen me "Stinky Mud" and only call me that until I admitted that my birth name wasn't so bad after all... Anyway, once I was twelve and could brave the possibility of it happening again (it didn't) I've been going by Jack.
2. What’s your favourite shirt look like?
Mind if I give you the top two? I'm torn between them. (It feels like there's some kind of awful fabric pun in there somewhere, but I'll spare us - this time.)
3. How do you take your hot beverage of choice?
Coffee. That's my choice hot beverage, and I take it with sweetened condensed milk and a touch of vanilla. That, or with two sugar cubes and a splash of cream. 4. Any scars with cool stories you’d care to share?
Oh, there are a few - I'm prone to minor accidents. Lately my favorites are these, though:
That's what happens when you carelessly scrape chopped vegetables from your cutting board into a skillet full of overheated oil. In uprolled sleeves.
5. What’s the best bad decision you’ve ever made?
This one's been boggling my mind since I first read it through, and I think it's because I ultimately can't regard a decision as having been a bad one if it produced a good result. But I've got it now:
One morning on the bus to my high school I was pressed against the window listening to Joy Division on my CD player, when I heard a voice I didn't recognize cutting through the music. Worse, no matter how high I turned the volume, or how hard I crushed the earphones up against my ears, I couldn't come close to drowning her out. Usually, this early, everyone on the bus was half-asleep - but I could hear every word out of this girl's mouth with infuriating clarity. By the time we hit the schoolyard I was livid. So when I noticed my friend Ringo kicking his heels outside around the back of the bus I marched myself right up to the toes of his boots and launched into a tirade, complete with a mocking imitation of what I considered to be one of the more ridiculous parts of her overheard conversation - something to do with her boyfriend incorrectly registering on her caller ID as "Robert Smith", and it being fate because she was such a fan of The Cure. I think I was positively snorting with derision at this point. (As you might have gathered by now, sophomore carletoncolton was a bit of an ass.) And that's when Ringo cut in, "That's my girlfriend".
Haha... honestly, I don't remember how I didn't faint after that what with all the blood draining out of my face. The upshot of it all is, that when Ringo told the girlfriend in question what I'd said she only laughed. We're BFFLs now. 6. Do you remember most of your dreams when you wake up?
For the most part, no, I don't - unless they're either so mundane that I worry for the health of my imagination, or so strange that I'm convinced someone else must've dreamed them.
Example of the former: I have a recurring dream where all that happens is that I wake up in my S.O.'s house, don a pair of my politer, more presentable pajamas, and sit down to a meal at the counter bar or the dining room table. I eat it alone, in silence, with an especially small fork, and then pack my dishes away in the dishwasher when I've finished. That's it, really. I have noticed, though, that if it's after dark in the dream then everyone else is asleep, the cat included, the windows closed and all the blinds shuttered, with only the light over the kitchen sink on. And if it's light out, then all the windows and doors are open, the sun is scorching and almost too bright, and the house is empty. Excepting me and the cat, of course.
Example of the latter: About a week ago I had an unsettlingly detailed dream in which my seventeen-year-old brother, a very technical person with an eye for coding and computer hardware assembly, helped me into a full military-grade black stealth camouflage suit complete with mask and night-vision goggles. Think Splinter Cell, Metal Gear, that sort of thing. He handled all the closures and straps on the back of the suit and I the ones in front. It was dark outside, and we were standing in my old bedroom at my great-grandfather's house as it looked before I moved in - unfurnished, with pastel pink and blue wallpaper. We were crowded near the small open widow; the neighbor's security spotlight, bolted over their garage door, filtered through the chain link fence and gave the whole scene a harsh yellow quality. My brother and I didn't speak, but stared unblinkingly at each other, faces neutral. Our entire family has nearly identical dark brown eyes and I remember being uncomfortably aware of the similarity just then. The whole thing had a hushed, anticipatory quality about it... but the oddest part was that we both knew we were doing this so I could sneak through the window and pick blackberries from the field across the street before the sun came up. In the (real) morning I rolled out of bed bewildered and craving them. 7. What are you hoping happens this week for you?
It'd be everything if I got a response out of any, really any, of the job applications I've sent out recently. Or ever. 8. What’s the biggest, most exciting travel destination of your dreams?
My family has never been more than a lost paycheck or two away from eviction, between evictions, so we haven't ever traveled other than to visit relatives - and that was with help. I've been resigned to things remaining the same way for me all my life for years now. So... I haven't got one. Still, I would like to go back to southern Georgia someday. To visit. I can't say that I enjoyed living there; as a mixed-race asexual atheist it could be distinctly unpleasant, even if only the first and last of those descriptors were obvious to the people around me. The place itself, though... sometimes I have dreams about kneeling outside in the knee-high grass at night, curling my fingers into the red soil, or lying on my roof in the summer until the searing heat of the sun overhead permeates my body to the bone and I see the veins illuminated in my closed eyelids. I'm always cold on some level, in Michigan. 9. How many songs are on your MP3 player of choice? Do you listen to them all?
I could tell you exactly if I hadn't lost it like the bumbler I am, haha. My YouTube favorites playlist, though, has one hundred and sixty-five songs on it, all of which I do listen to. Add my other, artist-specific lists (Lana Del Rey, Blur, Gorillaz, Damon Albarn, Massive Attack, etc.), and that number goes up to three hundred and nine. Less than I'd have thought, actually. 10. Any tattoos? Any plans for more/your first one?
No, and no. Well. There aren't any concrete plans.
Aaaaand done! *pats brow* Whew. Call me a poor sport, but this time 'round I won't be writing any new questions or tagging anyone - the way I write, if I ever wanted to get this thing posted sacrifices had to be made. (;¬_¬) That, and I've already tagged just about everyone I think'd tolerate me asking once before.
Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.
Killer Moth: *hesitantly* ...and Starfire...will...take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.
Kitten: Hi, my Lonely Star.
Starfire: Robin, who is this girl?
Killer Moth: Her name is Kitten. And you will take her to prom!
Starfire: This prom is some manner of duel, yes? *She slaps Kitten's face* I eagerly accept!
Robin: It's not a duel, Star. It's a date.
Starfire: *kisses Kitten* I accept!
Stooopppp he's so fucking cute 😭
This is all I need... honestly my life would improve with this man ten fold.
Self-respect DOWN THE DRAIN.
Feminism DOWN THE DRAIN.
My loved ones be like:
My response:
Plz understand my humour is fucked and I did infact spend 5 minutes laughing out loud at work at these gifs...
The first night shift is always the worst - I'M GOING A BIT DOOLALLY
autumn boyfriend austin butler 🍂🧣☕️
I juts... ca’t agree more. I’m always searching for the good thing in every person and/or situation that i’ll find, but to be honest... I hate John Walker. with all my heart and soul. Oh God, i almost hate him so much that i do for the russos. And i tought that’s not even possible for me, but.... Aghr!!! Tha’s not even direspect for Captain America (Steve Rogers), it's spitting on his legacy!
plus some wise words I once heard from one co-nerd (i don’t remeber name, I’m so sorry): You’re not real MARVELfan unless u hate MARVEL.
Reasons Why The New Cap Sucks
1. “Ever jump on a grenade?” “Yeah, I actually have a special helmet for that!” Steve used his body. Steve expected to sacrifice his life when he jumped on that bomb, even when he was tiny and sick. Walker has high tech shit and a press crew following him around. It’s not remotely the same thing.
2. He’s the perfect American man. He’s hot, strong, perfectly athletic, blonde, and presumably straight. Steve Rogers was not like that when he was chosen to be Captain America. He wasn’t wildly attractive, he wasn’t already a war vet, he wasn’t even healthy for gods sakes. He was good, is what he was. That’s what makes Captain America, nothing else.
3. “I never new Steve Rogers, but he’s like a brother to me.” Bullshit. Bull. Shit. You didn’t know him. You never met that man once, he didn’t even know your name. Steve chose Sam as Cap, not you! You have no right to go on national television and proclaim that to the world.
4. He called Bucky an asset, just like Hydra did. Need I say more?
5. He canceled Bucky’s regular therapy because he needed his strength in battle. Steve Rogers never would have done that. He would have valued Bucky’s mental health over everything, he proved that when he showed Bucky Wakanda and help him regain his memories.
6. Sam and Bucky don’t like him. I trust their judgement.
7. His friend gave himself a superhero name. My dude. No.
There are many other reasons, these are just the ones I could come up with in a short amount of time. All in all, we despise John Walker wholly and completely.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROB ZOMBIE !!!
my hellbilly deluxe original copy cd is front and center today
Oh yeah I exist; Apes and Monkeys of several varieties™
I think I’m cursed
I dont think Iwaoi was "love at first sight" per se, but I do think Iwaizumi met Oikawa, and within a few days realized he would, eventually, fall in love with him.
I think when they reached middle school, Iwaizumi sat down beside Oikawa in their class on the first day and looked at him, and really looked, and thought: yeah. He's gonna get me one day.
And when Oikawa has his first middle school girlfriend, Iwaizumi isn't jealous at all. No crush, no secret love, he couldnt care less. But he thinks: shit. If I fall in love with him now, it's going to hurt.
But he doesnt. And they continue to grow up together. And people tease him, ask him if he thinks any girls are cute or if he's ever going to get a girlfriend and he plays it off as gross and says no because actually, im going to fall in love with Oikawa, sounds a little weird.
And the longer it takes the more confused Iwaizumi gets. Like he knows, one day, he's going to feel it. He knows it'll happen as sure as he knows which direction the sun rises, but he's also happy just being his best friend.
And then one day, finally, one day, at the beginning of their third year, Oikawa laughs and leans in a little too close as he's teasing him, and Iwaizumi's heart does a heavy thump in his chest and he just goes.
Ah. There it is. I was waiting for you.
And so there, in that exact moment, when his heart had finally caught up with what his soul had known on the spot, he asks if Oikawa has any plans that evening, and asks him out.
And Oikawa has the audacity to be surprised.
"I am so excited to watch the new ALNST animation" I said with joys
I was then shot 36 times.
OK I know I already apologised so many times for being gone but hear me out-
I am working on an animation, I am making OCs that have been in my head for ages in preperation for Art Fight, but I'm also suffering a chunk of burnout and artblock so I kept forgetting to post here. On the bright side, I've been making a little bit of money from crochet commissions and as soon as I build myself up on here again I'll open drawing/animation commissions!! :3
Thanks so much for the wait guys, and I'll be back very soon >:3
there's a feeling in my stomach and it's so wrong