So, i’ve decided that i’m going to start playing RuneScape again, this is just about the only wealth i have on the game. Loads of other junk in the bank but this is the only thing of any value. Should be enough to get me back in the swing of things :D
If you fancy a chat add me in game. “OddSockRS” is the name….Obviously :D
He’d been planning this for months, and he had the worst case of nerves over it now than he ever had.
A vacation to Scotland with Vin. Three weeks, just them. And a nine hour flight that made his stomach flip flop.
He’d bought the tickets back in August after getting confirmation they’d get the time off. After tickets came a hotel reservation at The Scotsman. A few other surprises for Edinburgh. He’d pretty much emptied his savings account for this trip and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He wanted this to be perfect. Vin talked so fondly of his homeland and Dean was determined to surprise him with it.
The last week had been spent slowly gathering up things and packing them, sneaking in the less used clothes they owned, new toiletries, socks, undergarments, spare pairs of shoes. Finalizing pet sitting plans with Sophia and Zarya, organizing paperwork and such so that Zarya could look after that as well.
Thank fuck that the cold meds had knocked Vin out so hard last night. It gave Dean the opportunity to wash and pack the rest of their things. Double checked to make sure he had his wallet, cash, both their passports, Vin’s wallet, Dean’s meds, the Xanax he’d gotten from work and water bottles for the taxi drive there.
Dropping onto the couch had afforded him a few hours sleep, but he was up by four, as they had a seven o'clock flight. Putting the coffee on, he quietly got dressed in his most comfortable jeans and a henley. Pouring a mug, he carried it to their bedroom with a soft smile.
The first man to cycle around the globe was a certain Thomas Stevens, who cycled across the world from April 1884 to December 1886 on a penny-farthing. The only things he had packed were socks, a spare shirt, a revolver, and a raincoat that doubled as a tent and bedroll.
You awoke at the sound of your bedroom door creaking open and saw your eldest brother, Dean. “Rise and shine, kiddo.” He grinned. “Ten minutes and I want you down in the shooting range, we got some training to do.” He declared, leaving for food no doubt.
You threw on some jeans, combats, a green shirt and brown jacket and tied your hair up in a high pony tail. You put your spare blade inside your sock and gun on your inside pocket.
Making your way down to the range, you noticed how hungry you were but threw off the urge to backtrack to the kitchen.
You opened the door to see Dean lent up against the wall with a beer in hand. “Hey kiddo.”He pushed himself up from the wall and looked about the room. “Okay,” He took in a breath “Got your gun?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You pull it out your jacket pocket and he smirked as you held it up. “Always,” You added, remembering how to load it.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled.
“So what am I shooting at?” You asked, eager to begin.
“I want three bulls eyes on each target when I get back.” He announced and you suddenly felt unable. “Where are you going?” You frowned. “I’m getting us some pie.”
“Okay,” You whispered to yourself “Let’s do this.”
Requested by anon
I love your blog! Could you post imagine Dean waking you up early to train please?
Thank you so much!
After Harry dies in Kentucky, Eggsy starts smoking again.
Which is fitting, he supposes, as the last time he’d smoked had been
the day he met Harry. He remembers the residual smell of smoke and beer and leather
on his hands when he’d pressed his palms to his eyes in the interrogation room,
thinking eighteen months and I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up and
trying not to think about his mum, about Daisy. He remembers the flame of anger
that made him recoil from Harry’s words at the pub (…bitterly disappointed in the choices you’ve made) and pat for his
cigarettes out of habit.
With everything that’d happened after—being whisked away to the countryside
without as much as a spare pair of socks; months of rigorous training; saving
the lives of billions at the cost of thousands—he hadn’t even had time to light
up. Hadn’t wanted to, either. The Eggsy who used to smoke felt different from
the Eggsy who was a candidate for the Lancelot position.
The Eggsy who goes by Galahad feels different yet again. Galahad wears
a bespoke suit; Galahad has oceans of blood on his hands.
Pidge tries to hide it, of course. After all, she’s on a spaceship for of mostly dudes and she’s not sure if Allura gets an Altean equivalent, so she just tries to deal with it alone.
And for the most part she manages just fine. After all, spare socks serve well enough, as do the stolen gauze pads from first aid kits. And Altean toilet paper is, for some reason, way stronger than any brand on Earth.
So in that respect, she’s fine.
It’s hiding it from the guys that’s a problem. But they can sense that something’s off with Pidge, even though she won’t say. And she’s hiding it because she knows how they’d react.
First of all, there’s Coran. Who would ask her a lot of questions about this human biological phenomenon. And normally, Pidge would be understanding and wouldn’t mind answering. Just not when she’s in pain and suffering.
Keith would kind of avoid her. I mean, he’s never really been around people in general, never mind girls. And Shiro, though he would try to be supportive and understanding, grew up with a bunch of brothers. So no. Our beloved Spacedad wouldn’t really get it.
But to the shock of everyone, it’s not sweet, always-looking-out-for Pidge Hunk that figured it out first.
It took Lance about 20 seconds to figure out Pidge was on her period. And even though he never told the others what was wrong with Pidge, they grew even more suspicious when Lance starts doing weird things for Pidge.
Lance tells Hunk to make something as close to chocolate ice cream as he can. He describes a hot water bottle to Coran to see if there’s an Altean equivalent. He lends Pidge his headphones and music player and asks Allura about extra pillows and blankets. He even convinces Shiro to let Pidge sit in her room with her laptop when moving became too painful for her.
Now, the others eventually figure out what’s going on. I mean, they’re not stupid. But only Keith has the nerve to ask Lance how knew what to do.
Lance simply shrugs. “When you have four sisters, you learn things.”
(Sorry. I just love the idea of Lance knowing how to handle girl problems.)
Things that can always be found in my swim bag:
-waterproof plaster strips
-half-eaten granola bars
-crumpled-up tissues (eww!)
-caffeine energy drops (idk, don’t ask)
-spare nose bridges for my goggles
Things that are NEVER in my swim bag though I ALWAYS need them:
-FUCKING HAIR TIES