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a new WIP game!

rules: write the latest line from WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. please make a new post rather than reblogging! 

thanks for tagging me, @leaffall15 @anakinspraisekink @shywhitemoose and @lowstandards !!

“It makes me feel safe to kneel at your feet, Obi-Wan.”

(part of a brief series where anakin and obi-wan negotiate power dynamics on and off the battlefield)

no-pressure tags: @unfortunate17 @pontah @sonderwalker @lynnpaper 

i...am not confident in my ability to tag eleven people who have not yet completed this so i’m going to leave it there; my apologies if you’ve been tagged already!

and this is when the feeling sinks in ( i don't wanna miss you like this )

Navy SEAL Evan Buckley. Chapter 4. Final chapter.

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“Home sweet home,” Eddie says, pushing open the door so Buck can walk through. "Christopher is dying to see you again. Are you ready to see our kid?"

His heart swells at the thought. “More than anything.”

Buck looks around as Eddie closes the door. It's strange, not being back home in Texas. But then again, home is wherever Eddie and Chris are. "This is nice. It looks different to our home in El Paso but it's... nice." 

Eddie sends him an insecure look, frowning and hesitating to come closer. 

"Sorry. It's just weird. I just always pictured myself coming home to El Paso, the moments I let myself fantasize about it. But I like this place, too." Buck it's quick to reassure Eddie and then pads over to the couch. Eddie's eyes not leaving him and following his every move. 

“I’m not going to break, Eds.”

“I know,” he says quietly, “I just want to make sure. We don’t need to be going back to the hospital right after we left the hospital.” Eddie gives him a tired smile and Buck gives him a timid one.

Eddie watches Buck for a moment before turning his back to go look for Christopher. 

"Buck? Bucky? He's really here?!" Buck doesn't have any more time to assort his feelings before he has a handful of Christopher on him. He makes an 'oof' sound and his ribs scream in protest but he ignores that and hugs the kid all the same. 

Christopher bursts into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, and though Buck knows that he’s just happy to see him again, Buck's heart quivers in his chest as he rubs Chris' back in circles, trying to comfort him. 

"Christopher! I told you to be careful!" Eddie yells somewhere close but Buck makes a sound of protest and hugs Christopher even tighter, tugging his small head to rest againts his shoulder. 

"Don't listen to your dad. He doesn't know what he's talking about." 

"Buck, your ribs!" Eddie tries again and Christopher seems to listen this time because he goes to leave Buck's lap, but he's not having any of that. 

"My ribs have taken way worse, a hug from my son is not going to hurt me." He insists. "Superman, look at me." He says softly, brushing the tears off his cheeks. "I love you so much, Chris. So much, and I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you." 

Buck's voice is quavering under the heavy weight of emotion, Eddie just watches from the side, not wanting to interrupt their reunion.

Christopher places both of his small hands on Buck's cheeks, mindful of the bruises. Chris is so gentle and Buck is in awe of how fucking amazing the kid really is. Chris is holding his gaze while he says, "You are here now. That's all I wanted for Christmas and you're here. We're gonna be okay, kid." 

"You're the best kid in the whole universe. You know that, right?" Buck manages to say, his voice shaking and once again the tears rip loose from his eyes. He cradles the back of his son's head, placing kisses into his curly hair in comfort.

or;

Buck is home for Christmas.

tags:

@prettyboyandthekid @theyweretooyoung @theavengers-chef @elfdiaz @panicatthediaz @carlosandtk @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid @reindeereddie @nogamediaz @justsmilestuffhappens @luv-eddiediaz @killiarious @treacherousdiaz @archerincombat @honestlydarkprincess @cosmicbuck @piningeddie @bucksantahat @jinglebell-buck @gingerbreadbuckaroo

I wish to discuss the future with him; I have always feared it, but by his side it is an easier sacrament. Gradually of my own accord I learned to love myself more than I love death; now (look how far we have come) I'm dancing in my pajamas to songs I like, studying for a physical final, and longing, because who could've guessed? I'm looking forward to the future tonight, for the first time in a while.

I am the world's slowest writer, but I FINISHED SEASON 1. This last chapter is something different, and I am so proud of it. Thank you for anyone who has checked this out at any point! <3

Sneak Peek #1, for @el-gilliath 🖤:

The Enforcer turns, still holding on to Vi, and even though Vi recognized the voice, she’d been hoping that it wasn’t Silco.

He’s standing with what remains of his crew, most of them looking torn and bruised and bloody. And he’s looking at the Enforcer over Vi’s head.

“I believe that you have overstayed your welcome for tonight,” he continues, looking for all the world mild mannered. “Please let the girl go.”

“I can’t go back empty handed,” the Enforcer says, holding on tighter to Vi.

“And I am sure that I paid you handsomely earlier this evening. I will not repeat myself.”

For a second, Vi thinks that the Enforcer is going to fight it and try to drag Vi with him anyway, but he just huffs out, like he’s annoyed and lets Vi go, pushing her forward a little too hard.

Vi doesn’t waste any time, getting to Powder and trying to look for a way out, which she doesn’t find as she slowly realizes that they’re trapped in this alley.

She moves backwards, herding Powder towards the wall, and Powder moves along willingly, her hands once again gripping the back of Vi’s shirt.

Vi inhales deeply and raises her fists, knowing that she probably won’t get out of this one alive, but that she’s not going to let anyone get to Powder without a fight.

No one moves towards them, but Vi doesn’t relax at all.

Silco stands in front of them and tilts his head just staring.

“Do you really think that you’ll be able to fight your way out of this one?” he asks, sounding honestly curious.

Vi honestly doesn’t, but she still straightens her shoulders and holds her fists up higher.

“I managed to do it once already tonight.”

She tries to sound as confident as she can, but there must be something in her voice that Powder hears, because she moves forward and wraps her arms around Vi’s stomach.

Vi inhales shakily and her fingers loosen before she tightens her fists again.

Silco straightens up and nods his head.

“Take them both,” and then he turns around and starts to walk away while everyone else moves in around them.

Vi tries to fight them off, but someone catches her in the face at just the right angle and she’s falling to the floor. The last thing she hears is Powder’s voice, yelling out her name.

Chapter 6 is out!

Actually, I'm kind of glad we have so much corporate polished, clickbait "here's how to write" content in the world because it's a great way to get my motivation going.

I see what they have to say and nine times out of ten I say "thanks but I can do it better. Think I will :)"

Okay but when That Scene™ with Purpled started, I literally turned to my sister and said "Oh no, I'm getting final control room vibes"

And then he pressed the lever, and... I was wrong.

That wasn't the final control room. It was the PRISON.

I've always thought that the only way Big Q was going to snap out of his villainous spiral was A) to get a taste of his own medicine, B) to recognize that's what's happening and how far he's fallen, and C) to realize that some people really are worth his trust and affection. Ironically, a very similar mix to what Dream would need (although that's another matter, which I have... other opinions about.)

And oh boy, the parallels are there. Right down to the lava and the stone. The same day that Quackity tried to force Dream to give up the revival book by threatening Techno, Purpled turned around and did the exact same thing by threatening Slime. And I honestly believe that whatever he might say, if Q actually had the book, Purpled's strategy would have worked on him.

You see, Slime isn't the only one who learns from authority, and Quackity isn't the only one who learns from his enemies. Purpled took successful revenge on a man who has failed, time and time again, to do the same. Part of me is tempted to say "good for him."

But then I remember Charlie's screaming and I'm like "actually no, fuck that purple boy"

cas has this sad little look on his face as he watches sam flip through a serial killer anthology and dean is looking at old western movie posters. something in his chest aches to have that kind of passion.

noticing cas shifting around in his seat on the other side of the table, dean looks up and sees the sad puppy dog eyes cas is making. “hey, what’s up, mopey face?” dean asks, knocking his socked foot against cas’ shin.

cas pouts and motions at the things in front of the winchester brothers. “you like cowboys and westerns. sam has a thing for serial killer facts,” cas says, and sam interjects with “no I don’t” even though they know he does. “but I don’t have anything,” cas says quietly, tipping his head down.

dean reaches out, his fingers grazing against cas’ hand. “yeah you do, cas. yours is nature. gardening and rain showers and bees and little ladybugs. flowers and mountain hikes and dipping your feet in the lake,” dean says just as softly.

cas looks up, a look of pure happiness radiating on his face. “you really think so?” cas asks with a spark of hope.

“yeah, cas, I do,” dean smiles. he waits a second before he nudges cas again and says, “we can go buy some more plants for your garden if you want?”

cas absolutely beams as he nods happily, looking at dean as if dean himself was the sun that made his plants thrive.

Facciamo tornare Tumblr quello di una volta.

the amount of times i’ve rewritten the beginning of first love part 3 😤 i’m so annoyed bc every time i start writing i end up not liking it. this is the THIRD TIME i’ve started rewriting

something they never tell you is that writing is an extremely lonely experience, that sometimes you cannot seem to move forward even though you know how it ends, you can't put down the right words because they're in the wrong order, and in the end, no one can help you fix the mess because it is your mess

*Closes Twitch after Quackity’s Las Nevadas final stream* *Cracks fingers* *Open google docs* FANFIC TIME

There are some parts of the Wheel of Time that I really like but man these books have some of the worst romance plots I have ever read.

dont reblog this or i’ll start puking and crying but this is some writing a did for an rp thread and i just.... i like ryan being considerate of min in post canon so so much he cares him okay