There were a lot of things Peter didn’t like doing: laundry;
the dishes; any kind of cleaning, really. But laying on the ground and slowly
bleeding to death from a gunshot wound had just rocketed to the top of the
“Gamora,” he gasped.
“Don’t talk!” She pressed her hands more firmly over the
hole in his shoulder, which ow. “Rocket!” she shouted. “Where are you with the ship?”
Peter didn’t hear what Rocket said in response – his ear
piece had been knocked out when he fell back. But he knew Rocket had taken off
several minutes ago to retrieve the ship, while Gamora had fallen to her knees
by his side to put pressure on the wound. Drax stood a little in front of them, picking
off any of the remaining Sakaraans who hadn’t retreated yet.
“Gamora,” he tried again. His vision was starting to blur,
and he needed to get this out. “I have to tell you –“
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” she said firmly, but he could
see the desperation in her eyes. He’d always loved her eyes.
“I can’t… take the chance,” he wheezed. It was getting
harder and harder to form words.
“Peter, no.” She was still pressing hard onto his wound, but
her voice was unsteady. “You’re not going to die! If you die, I swear I’ll kill
“’Mora,” he said quietly. He had to say this. She already
knew, because Mantis blurted it out, but there was no way he was going to die
without telling her himself. “I love you.”
“Dammit, Peter, shut up, you can’t just say it like this!” she
yelled. “You’re going to be fine!”
He hated to see the pain on her face, but his last thought
before everything faded to black was at
least now she knows for sure.
Things were a lot better when he woke up. He wasn’t in
nearly as much pain, this hospital bed was a lot comfier than the dirt, and
Gamora was still there – with a considerably less agonized expression, which was
always a plus.
She was sitting in a chair pulled up close to his bed, leaning
back slightly with her eyes closed, but he didn’t think she was asleep. She was
holding her sword in one hand, like she was ready to slay someone at a moment’s
He gave himself a few seconds to stare at her and be
thankful he was still alive to do so before he croaked out, “G’mora?”
Her eyes snapped open. “Peter,” she gasped. “You’re up!” Her
relief was clear in every syllable; how long had he been out? It couldn’t have
been that long, since she was still in the same clothes. He could see the blood stains on her shirt.
She sat up in her chair and passed him a cup of water. She
watched him the entire time he drank it, and he’d barely moved it away from his
lips when she took it from him and set it back down.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay,” he said truthfully. They must have given him
something good, because he could only feel the pain in his shoulder when he
moved. “What about the others?”
“They’re fine,” she said. “Actually, I was supposed to call them when you woke up.” She made no move to do so, though. Her eyes kept moving
from his face to his shoulder to the screens monitoring his vital signs.
“Where are we?”
“Nova hospital. That bullet nicked one of your arteries,”
she said. Then she muttered something about fragile Terran biology. Which reminded
him why he was there in the first place, which reminded him of what he’d said
while he was bleeding out.
He wasn’t really sure whether or not he should be sorry for
it – not for saying that he loved her, because it was true and he was pretty
sure she knew it, but just the way he said it. What if she’d thought he only
said it because he thought he was about to die?
“I meant it, you know,” he told her.
“What?” she asked hesitantly, which made him think she had an idea of where he was going.
“When I said I love you.” He made himself look her in the eye,
even though his heart had suddenly decided to lodge itself in his throat. “I
“Oh,” she said, a couple thousand emotions flickering across
“You don’t have to say it back,” he said quickly. “I just
wanted you to know.”
There was something scared in Gamora’s eyes that Peter
wanted to make go away. The truth was, he knew she loved him, and he also knew
that she wasn’t quite ready to say it yet.
“I missed you while I was unconscious,” he said, which
startled a laugh out of her.
“How would you – nevemind.” She shook her head, the fear in her eyes starting to dissipate.
“And I wanna kiss you, but it hurts to move.”
“That sounds like a problem.”
“Baaaaaabe,” he whined, pouting.
She smiled indulgently, standing up so she could lean over
and kiss him. She held the godslayer in one hand and was cupping his face with the
other, and at that moment it didn’t matter to Peter that he was lying in a
hospital bed with a hole in his shoulder; as was always the case when he kissed
her, he felt like could stay there forever.
The flag that was with Ed on stage tonight during the #DIVIDETourSaoPaulo was filled by our team with Twitter users of fans that couldn’t go to the show! A bit of all the fans was there today with him! 🇧🇷
A bandeira que estava com o Ed no palco foi preenchida pela nossa equipe com o user do Twitter de quem não pode ir! Um pouco de vocês estava lá hoje com o Ed!
remember how ryuji barely knew us, didn’t have a persona, and no fighting ability but still told us to run
then still came BACK to the metaverse bringing a toy gun not having any idea it’d be useful, just brought it because he wanted to do SOMEthing to help?
REMEMBER HOW HE STOOD BY US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A BIG HEART THAT LOVES AND PROTECTS EVERYONE AND WOULD HAVE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A DAMAGED HEART THAT THINKS HE’S NOT WORTH SAVING HIMSELF?
ok i am done now, stay tuned for more yelling that i’m sure will come
i'm having the 'holy shit r&l have been best friends for over 30 years and do all this cool stuff and just get to be bffs" feels again tonight, and your tag "rhett mclaughlin loves link neal with every fiber of his gigantic body" made me laugh but also hit me SO HARD. ITS SO TRUE. I'M SO GLAD THEY GET TO DO THE THINGS THEY DO AND WE GET TO EXPERIENCE THEM IN THIS WAY HOLY SHIT
hey, hey, friendo listen up. i feel the exact same way approximately 100% of the time
When did you start to get followers? I mean I want to have a famous blog but I can't get people to follow me, I'm new so maybe it's because of that but I don't know
Well I got my first followers like two months after I started my blog.
And if you want to have a famous blog, my first advice would be: you should ask to one of those! hehehe
Look, I’ll just talk from my experience, ok? It’s not easy when you just start a blog, you don’t know what to do, you don’t know what is correct, or what it isn’t. You don’t know if people will like you/your work or not.
I always tried to be nice and respectful with others. Reblogging and tagging properly. If I saw something that I really like, I said it, I let people know that their work was awesome. Appreciating other’s work is important.
If you do original work, tag it. So when someone looks into those tags, they will find your post.
Don’t repost! Don’t do that. If you like something, reblog, reblog and reblog. But never save it, and post it again. NOPE.
And if you get your goal, remember always respect and be kind with your
followers, because no matter that you have 10 or 5000, all of them
choose to follow you! So they deserve that, ok?
I don’t know if this is gonna make you a famous blog, I am certainly not one, that wasn’t my personal goal, but I gained many followers along the way, and I’m always thankful for each one of them.
I just have to say that I love my job so so so much holy heck I can’t believe that I get to do this!!! I love talking about history with people, I love their enthusiasm, I love telling the Schuyler family’s story. I am so grateful I get to do this :’)
I’ve struggled and gone back and forth on the topic a number of times. As far as I know, Arakawa hasn’t said anything about how it’s done. So my headcanon is that there is a template transmutation circle that is used, with the runes being altered based on the species that are used.
I headcanon that blood is one of the key factors. An organism’s compatibility with another species is tested, if there is time, by drawing its blood and injecting it into the other species. With blood transfusions and organ transplants, one of the components that is most worried about is an immune reaction to the transplanted organ/blood. If an immune response occurs, the one that the blood is injected into can become severely ill or die. Because of this, in a human-chimera transmutation, the blood of the human involved is always injected into the animal after a sample of its blood is drawn and stored (since the animal would be considered more expendable than the human). If it survives, then the untainted blood that was taken before is injected into the human. If the human survives as well, then they are deemed at the very least an adequate match. If the transmutation is done in a hurry, this step could probably be skipped, though there would be a higher risk of encountering rejection/incompatibility because of it.
I wrote about the process itself in a fic once and, while I’m not sure it’s accurate, thought that it was an interesting interpretation! My thoughts were that, since blood could be a major contributor, it would be the basis of the transmutation. When I wrote it, I described how the two species that would be combined had a major artery cut and were then placed in the center of the transmutation circle. Once the blood supplies met (forming a connection between the two), and before one or both of them bled out, it would be the optimal time to activate the array.
I feel like I could go on and on because there are so many little components to this branch of alchemy, but I won’t bore with the details. Thank you for the ask! It was very thought-provoking!