It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:
Three tarot cards splayed before him. He’d taken one of the floor mats out of the car to crouch on to keep from dirtying his uniform trousers. If you combined these two things – the unfathomable and the practical – you were most of the way to understanding A d a m P a r r i s h.
[Context: We’re playing Dusk City Outlaws, where the Judge plays the role of the GM]
Grifter: I’m going to wash the guard uniforms.
Judge: Okay, I think that just happens, you don’t need to roll–
Alchemist: Wait, I want to assist! Okay, as an alchemist, I’ve created a badass laundry detergent. It gets your whites whiter, your colors brighter, and it’s just the most kickass laundry detergent ever.
Boss: I get some of my goons and they just go to town on those dirty guard uniforms.
Grifter: And all this is happening like in a sports anime, just overdramatic shots and sprays of water and it looks amazing.
tl;dr will be at the bottom as this is quite long story.
Names, places and dates have all been changed to conceal people’s identity in this event.
Let me set the scene first, I had joined the Army direct from “high school” (for my colonial friends) and had a great time, however my contract was up and I had decided that I really wanted to go back into further education and redo my high school (As I failed everything as I was so focused on joining the Army at the time) with the intention on going to University. So, with that in mind I did not sign on for another contract with the Army I just left.
A/N: aye! this is my very first imagine posted on tumblr and tbh I’m very!! excited!! (my friend came up with this idea and I though it was pretty cute so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) (also, the ‘technicalities’ with the fracture I found on google, so I apologise if its not very accurate!!)
(also this is a repost bc I’m an idiot and didn’t post it to my primary gah)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: breaking your leg accidentally? two implied swear words? mainly just a whole lotta fluff!1!!
The crease between your eyebrows grew as your scowl deepened. You glowered intensely at the cast that entrapped your leg, confining you to the bed unable to move without a sharp pain creeping up your body. A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you shifted slightly, helplessly attempting to find a somewhat comfortable position given your impending circumstances. Huffing, you threw your head backwards onto the pillow, glaring at the ceiling and the fluorescent lights that were beginning to contribute to a painful headache mumbling incoherencies under your breath. However, despite your current predicament you couldn’t help but let a small smile adorn your lips as you thought back to the morning’s events involving a certain brooding soft super-soldier.
Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.
But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.
If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.
Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.
So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?
You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.
Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.
So he called.
And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.
I didn’t want to get the corporal’s uniform dirty, so I rummaged through the old clothes he doesn’t use. I hope he doesn’t mind. My hair on the other hand isn’t as straight as his so it’s still kind of messy…
My three marriage proposal scenarios for Jack and Gabe:
1) “let’s just do it” right after the end of the Omnic Crisis, still in their dirty uniforms. The next day going in front of a judge at 0900 and getting hitched. They have pancakes with their team after.
2) Well into the Golden Years as an established couple who have talked about marriage and agree that they both want it. The only question is who’s going to ask first. Except they both find the ring the other is hiding (and it’s fucking perfect goddammit) and have to move their perfect moment timetable up because like hell they’re not going to be the one that does it. Then Jack “I’m a world leader with the hookup to match” Morrison and Gabriel “I can get a reservation in Hell three minutes ago” Reyes try to invite the other anywhere which are declined because they know what they’re trying to do. The competition gets so bad that they both stumble over asking each other in an empty conference room and then argue who asked first.
3) Old men who missed their chance to do the whole marriage thing when they were young and in love, but they still had managed to share a life with each other and want to make a renewed commitment to each other in this official way. There are no rings or official anything and only one other person knows (Ana), but they’re content with the title of husband and the promise to keep trying