i couldn't come up a good quote

  • sasuke: for this next mission we'll be needing code names. you will address me as "eagle one".
  • sasuke: suigetsu is "been there, done that".
  • suigetsu: ??!
  • sasuke: karin is "currently doing that".
  • karin: *flushes*
  • sasuke: juugo is "it happened once in a dream".
  • juugo: ...wtf.
  • sasuke: and itachi is...eagle two.
  • itachi: oh thank god.
The storm was really giving it everything it had. This was its big chance. It had spent years hanging around the provinces, putting in some useful work as a squall, building up experience, making contacts, occasionally leaping out on unsuspecting shepherds or blasting quite small oak trees. Now an opening in the weather had given it an opportunity to strut its hour, and it was building up its role in the hope of being spotted by one of the big climates.
It was a good storm. There was quite effective projection and passion there, and critics agreed that if it would learn to control its thunder it would be, in years to come, a storm to watch.
The woods roared their applause and were full of mists and flying leaves.
—  Terry Pratchett  -  “Wyrd Sisters”

anonymous asked:

I read your wing fic so many times because it's sooooo awesome and good. The "I couldn't save you" part from chapter two always got me tearing up and I always wondered how Jack would respond to that, like after Overwatch falls. Like does Jack just disregard it and say "it's okay. I couldn't be saved anyways" or something??? Ahh your fics…always so good :)

./sobbing quietly

You know, hearing that someone liking your writing so much they come back several times for it AND loving a certain quote is just…I can’t express how happy and touched I am right now, so thank you anon, thank you for making my day *hugs*


“Something on your mind?”

Gabriel responds with a non-committed hum, drawing Jack closer on his chest. Here, lying in their nest, he finds it so difficult to have a strong grasp on any particular thought. Everything drifts by lazily, the sense of time is muddled in with every contented breath. Gabriel finds it difficult to be bothered, even when this certain musing isn’t one of the happier thoughts. The warmth from Jack’s skin makes sure of that.

“I always thought I couldn’t save you.”

Jack’s muscles stiffen, effectively chasing away whatever haziness Gabriel has. Despite his protests, Jack props up on his elbows, separating their chests and looking at Gabriel with those too-blue eyes of his. There was a swirl of sadness in there, that tugs at Gabriel’s heartstrings in a faded familiarity that he doesn’t want to remember.

“Oh Gabe…” Jack whispers, a hand coming up to caress his mate’s cheek, a slanted half-smile stretches his scarred lips that Gabriel can’t help but kisses, “I couldn’t be saved back then anyway.”

A quizzical eyebrow shoots up, but a rough, calloused thumb rests on Gabriel’s lips as his mate continues, “I was blind. Admittedly, in a way, I was too greedy. Salvation means nothing if I cannot accept it myself. And…there was no redemption, because I never did anything wrong. I was chasing after the wrong ideals at the time, too stupid to realise the one thing, the only thing, that I’ve ever needed was right there all along.”

Silence embraces them, their faces inches away and soft breaths mingle together. Jack needn’t elaborate. Gabriel huffs, pulling his mate close once more, “Like I said before. Dense and stubborn.”

Jack’s laughter rings clear and free of guilt. And that is the only thing Gabriel ever needs.