didn’t realize i never posted these here on tumblr :0
this is my kadaj cosplay at anime north! i had no camera and my snapshot happy friend is keeping the pictures to her self for now so this is all i got (these are anime north motorcycle you can find them on facebook if you feel so inclined)
the cloud was pretty cool guy and even had his own mini bike!
Summary: Jeremy loves thunderstorms. He loves Michael, too.
Notes: sooo i was inspired by @rantaboutbees‘s post about jeremy loving thunderstorms!! so enjoy some boyf riends drinking hot cocoa and making out!! <3
The telltale sound of rain pitter-pattering on his bedroom window was enough incentive to get Jeremy Heere out of bed. It was 6 PM on a Sunday and he should have been doing his homework instead of laying in bed playing Pokemon Sun. He was being irresponsible. He was being lazy. Overall, and perhaps more accurately, he was being super depressed. A thunderstorm was just what he needed to shake him from such a state, and the Earth had been kind enough to give him just that.
Jeremy loved thunderstorms. They were dark and cold and forced you to retreat indoors, where you could curl up under your blankets and drink apple cider. They were comforting in a way that probably seemed weird to most people, but Jeremy didn’t care. When he rolled out of bed and drew back his window curtain, the sight of dark clouds layered thickly against the sky sent a spark of excitement up his spine.
There was a specific routine Jeremy liked to follow when a thunderstorm decided to creep into the sky of his little New Jersey town.
It happens so quickly: one moment, the road is
clear, and the next, a clutch of Saviours are bearing down on them like a
hurricane sweeping towards the shore. Gunshots and people swearing filter
through the dust kicked off of the road, the whistling through the trees which
flank either side of the highway. Jesus’s heart slams into overdrive as he
spins around, trying to get a clear view. Dante and Eduardo are making
progress, pursuing the attackers into the dust cloud, and behind him Tara is
shouting as she deftly takes down walkers with clean shots between the eyes.
Jesus cuts through the dust, working his way over to Daryl, who lets off a few
shots with his rifle before letting out a grunt of pain and crumpling over his
Time stops as Jesus spots the splash of blood on the
pavement, and Daryl, caught off guard by the injury, is immediately pulled down
by walkers. There’re only two, but they’re strong and undaunted enough to
overpower Daryl, who disappears beneath their grasping, skinless limbs.
Jesus springs forward, but he’s not fast enough,
tripping over himself and swearing in his head oh God come on let me get to him, watching a bullet blast through
the head of one walker and slamming his knife into the skull of the second. Daryl
is able to get upright; there’s blood on his hands and legs but he seems
cognizant, though he lets out an agonized sob when he bends his leg to sit up
on the asphalt.
Eduardo and Tara gather to surround the two of them,
guns raised, and Jesus doesn’t even ask if it’s a bite before frantically
ripping and pulling back Daryl’s pant leg to reveal the wound. It’s a gunshot,
a through-and-through, and he’s bleeding a lot.
“Fuck, fuck…” someone is swearing, Jesus thinks it’s
Daryl or it might be himself. He plants his gloved hands over the wound to
apply pressure, spinning around and grabbing for something, anything, until he
finds a cloth in his hand. It’s an extra shirt, he realizes, and he doesn’t
know who gave it to him but he quickly replaces his hand with it, tying it
tight around Daryl’s leg, just under the knee, staunching the seeping blood.
“We gotta…gotta…” Jesus mutters, reaching for
Daryl’s hands to try and support him up. Daryl lets out a groan as he
straightens his leg again, panting and whining through the pain but standing
just the same. He can stand. Jesus thanks whoever’s listening for the small
mercy—but gunshots still ring out around them, popping through the bark of
trees and ricocheting off of the asphalt. They haven’t run into Saviours like
this—ones who shoot first and antagonize later—but ever since the last battle
drew Negan out, the entire faction has been a powder keg, ignorant, terrified,
and worst of all, over-armed.
“We gotta get you back to Hilltop, come on, it’s not
far—” Jesus mumbles, reaching out to touch Daryl’s arm, only to have it pushed
“No!” Daryl yelps, pain evident on his reddening
face. At least it’s not turning white, Jesus thinks with growing horror, as the
image of Daryl reanimating and lunging at him makes his stomach turn. “Lemme
go. I’ll lead ’em off.”
Eduardo and Tara hear the comment—it’s hard to miss
it with the determined way Daryl shouts it, his voice cracking over the chaos
around them. They both shoot Jesus anxious looks that he returns, at a loss.
His mind can’t even comprehend what Daryl said, white noise filling in between
his ears as the surrounding gunshots pound in his head.
“No, no, Daryl,” Jesus moans, “don’t. You can’t—”
Tears spring to his eyes. This can’t be. This can’t be it.
“Get me on one’a their bikes,” Daryl shouts,
pointing at an overturned motorcycle. Eduardo and Dante rush forward to upright
it, setting down the kickstand and then returning to sentry. Daryl stumbles
over to it and Jesus grabs him, supporting him as he swings his uninjured leg
over and digs into the pedal. He lets out a cry of pain that he tries to bite
down as he lifts himself up on his bleeding leg, stifling a whimper. He slings
his rifle onto his back and stares at Jesus.
Jesus’s eyes are wide, his mouth slack and blood
pounding in his ears. The voices crying no
please no not now quiet and there’s nothing but silence and cold. Daryl’s
dagger-sharp expression is grim, but his gaze doesn’t waver from Jesus’s.
“Listen, I’m—” Daryl begins, voice dragging out of
him like it weighs a ton.
“Don’t,” Jesus protests, “can’t—”
“Listen!” Daryl shouts as gunfire sparks up anew in
the distance. His eyes are vibrant through the smoke and dust and they narrow
into a desperate glare. “I ain’t never got to say goodbye! Not to Beth, Glenn,
my brother, none’a them! So let me say it!”
Jesus’s eyes feel hot as he leans closer, puts his
arms around Daryl’s neck, rests one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his
head, sifting through thin, sweaty locks.
Daryl blinks at him a moment, lips twisted in a
melancholy frown, eyes dark. He licks his lips like he wants to say something
important but words just don’t work. He opens his lips.
Jesus breaks down sobbing. He squeezes his hand in
Daryl’s hair, knowing he’s pulling tight enough to hurt but everything in his body hurts at once.
“Hey,” Daryl whispers, trying to get Jesus to look
at him again. Agonizingly he looks up, catches Daryl’s gaze, and sees it the
kindest and most vulnerable it’s ever been.
“Goodbye, Daryl,” he mutters back, leaning in to
nuzzle Daryl’s nose with his own. Their foreheads come together, Daryl’s face
still twisted in pain as he leans nearer, turns his jaw to place a kiss on
Jesus’s lips. It’s quick, just a see you
later, be back soon kiss, and for a moment Jesus can actually imagine that’s
all it is before Daryl pulls away and the sound of battle comes back.
“Drop your stuff on the side of the road, make it
look like y’all ran away,” Daryl calls out, and the group immediately complies,
tossing bags and spent firearms on the pavement, “hide there in the bushes—” he
points to a patch of brush in a ditch—“and come back out once I led them off.”
Adrenaline carries Jesus off of the road, and he,
Tara, Eduardo and Dante skid into the bushes, throwing themselves low to the
ground and listening through the ash cloud as Daryl’s bike revs up, the engine
so loud it sends a shooting pain through Jesus’s head. He can’t see straight.
Daryl’s last, ringing, “this way, motherfuckers!” echoes out and then fades as
he speeds away. More motorcycles spring to life soon after, and a truck engine
joins them before they fade off too, the shouts of angry young men following,
along with the tired groans of a few interested man-eaters.
It seems like only seconds that they wait in the
brush before emerging again, though Jesus’s wrists have fallen asleep beneath
him. The walk back to Hilltop seems to go just as quickly, as he makes it in
sort of a half-conscious daze, eyes red and itchy and ears ringing. They report
what happened to Maggie who takes the news with a grim look and then gets back
to her work.
The trailer seems emptier than ever, Jesus realizes
as he steps into it alone for the first time in months. For a while it housed
five, and now it’s only one again. He should be out working, planning for their
next assault, but he can’t even think. Can’t move. It happened so quickly. He can
only see Daryl falling beneath a pair of grasping biters, looking him in the
eye, then disappearing down the highway.
The night is one of the longest Jesus has
experienced, though he sleeps soundly, like a child who’s sobbed himself to
sleep. He’s so tired he can’t even lift his head when a light flickers on out
on his porch, like someone’s come to check on him.
He does, however, find the strength to move when he
hears the faint hum of a motorcycle’s engine in the distance.
Fire signs (aries, leo, sagittarius) :
facing your fears, going to a rock concert, travelling far away, fangirling over bands, taking pictures everywhere you go, making weird faces with your friends, playing an instrument for the first time, rock climbing, trying to quote your favorite movie as often as possible, running in a field
Earth signs (taurus, virgo, capricorn) :
the feeling of snow on your skin, dressing nice for special occasions, walking between skyscrapers, hiking in the mountains, watching the city lights at night, halloween make up, supporting your local team, winning a contest, going to festivals, feeling one with nature
Air signs (gemini, libra, aquarius) :
playing with puppies, going to the pool with friends, clubbing, hanging out with your squad at night, dreaming of going away, criticizing your classmates with your friends, spending your time on social media, watching make up tutorials, going to an art club, selfies with your boyfriend/girlfriend
Water signs (cancer, scorpio, pisces) :
hanging at skateparks, reading funny tweets, taking selfies with siblings, watching the view from a rooftop, surfing the ocean, sunrise over mountains, watching the clouds, riding a bike in your hometown, going to prom with your best friend, watching sports on tv and criticizing the players
Cloud and Tifa get up early in the morning to start a new day. One takes a shower first, then the other or perhaps sometimes they take a shower together or (and) they have morning sex if both feel in that mood, why not? the children are still asleep. Tifa prepares the breakfast while Cloud goes to do some shopping; things that Tifa will need like certain ingredients or food. Cloud arrives and the breakfast is ready, both eat breakfast together, they talk and share sweet kisses and warm caresses. Finally, Cloud rides his nice bike ‘Fenrir’ and he leaves. It’s time for Tifa to wake up the children. Once they’re awake Tifa serves them the breakfast and while they eat, Tifa do some cleaning in the bar and talk with the kids. Denzel helps to wash the dishes, then both go to take a shower, Denzel can dress by himself, but Marlene still needs some help. Tifa brush and braid her hair and when her children are ready, Tifa finally open the ‘Seventh Heaven’.
Then it was up this long, but quiet paved road to Lake Waldo. A long climb, I was running out of water again, and it was hot. But when I got to the lake it was glorious! It’s an alpine lake. The water was so blue, and so pristine! I went swimming and it was actually pretty warm, which I was told was because of volcanic activity. A nice couple from Portland took pity on me and invited me to dine with them. They made pasta and meatballs and it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten! Thanks Paul and Nikki! Then the mosquitos came out. They are no joke. Clouds of them, so thick I was breathing them. I must have looked like a maniac swinging my arms like a mad man while trying to fix a flat tire. But they are for real, those mosquitos. They attack and get their buddies involved. I had clouds chasing me on my bike as I left!