Hey, I really love your writing! I think I've read every spaceparents fic you've ever written :) I've been wanting to ask for ages but I didn't want to bother you. I was wondering if you could do a Roslin/Adama fic where Bill is taking care of Laura after a doloxan treatment? Just angsty/fluff or something. I hope I'm not bothering you with this question and I know you're probably super busy so don't worry about it if it's not possible!
He offers her his arm as they leave sickbay, as he always does, and pretends not to notice how heavily she is leaning on him by the time they reach his quarters.
She sinks down onto the couch, her hand rising queasily to hover before her lips, even as the Marine outside is still closing the hatch behind them.
When he comes back from the head, a cold washcloth in his hands, she is hunched over, like she’s caving in on herself, right here on his worn sofa before his eyes.
He eases himself down beside her, his added weight disturbing the cushion in a way that makes her pressed-together lips momentarily go whiter.
He offers her the washcloth (he doesn’t want the cold against her cheek to startle her, he’s made that mistake before) and her lips quirk up, wryly, as she raises the damp cloth to her forehead….
And then she is running to the head, her hand pressed to her mouth, the hatch slamming shut behind her, and there is nothing he can do, yet again.
what if Dean and Cas are on a case together and Dean the little shit decides to throw Cas under the bus the way he does with Sam sometimes (eg. the sketch artist thing), but joke’s on him because turns out Cas is actually insanely good at whatever Dean claimed he was
(Don’t worry, no spoilers; and sorry, no pictures except the one here)
We were incredibly lucky to have Jack doing a show that was basically “in our backyard” (less than one mile from our campus), and to also have the privilege of attending his second show of his first tour. It was so surreal; I’m not even sure how to articulate just how amazing it was.
The messages throughout the show were beautifully integrated, and to say the energy was incredible would be a complete understatement. My friend and I wholeheartedly laughed and cheered from start to finish (on the exception of some emotional moments).
To any future show-goers: you are in for a real treat!
Jack, you wonderful human-being, were fantastic. We had an absolute blast this evening, and hopefully you did too. I sincerely hope you enjoyed your stay in Minneapolis and that the rest of your tour endeavors go well!
hey i just wanted to say that if you’re already scraping by to make ends meet, the holidays are really hard. and that puts pressure on you and on your whole family. and if there’s one thing i hope you know it’s that you don’t need to prove you love someone by buying them something. i know we all want to get the people we care about really fancy things. but i’m okay if you get me like a smooth rock you found by the ocean. i know it’s true of other people, too. i’d rather you hand me a diy picture frame from popsicle sticks than something you had to go into debt to buy, and i think any person who’s worth their socks will tell you the same thing. and on that note? everybody loves socks, and they’re pretty cheap. yes, it’d be great if you and i stumbled on enough money to actually afford things. but love, i’ve learned, isn’t about the buying.
and on that note? for those of you out there who find the holidays a particularly dark time… i hope you know there will always be someone willing to open the door for you. even when it feels like there’s no one. even if that door is a window you have to crawl through.
and for those of us who have more than we need, i hope we open those doors. if you notice someone who is going to be alone during the holidays, or who is usually depressed but for no apparent reason seems markedly happy and is giving away their things, please invite them over. hang out with them, no matter how awkward it is. sudden cleaning and long notes about how much they love you are also signs of suicide. with recent changes in insurance, it’s increasingly harder to find mental health care, so help a friend out (and maybe even yourself!) by figuring out who still takes the insurance offered so we can all give ourselves the gift of coping mechanisms, the gift that keeps on giving.