sunday-inquirer

anonymous asked:

Okay at some point Carolina and wash go back to the wreckage of the moi and go to their lockers and rooms. Carolina hears a sudden scream and rushes to check on wash. He's found his heelies and skateboard. Carolina groans and laughs

When Dylan tells them about the wreckage on Sidewinder—says that it’s still there, abandoned, waiting—Carolina and Wash exchange a look.

The island has been peaceful. Quiet, but not in a way that’s reminiscent of empty halls, corridors for ghosts to pass through. The wind whispers at night through the trees, but the cadence is soft. Soothing. The shadows are not thick with despair here. Rain falls, not in a deluge, but light showers, leaving the air fresh afterwards. Clean. 

They like it here. They’ve adjusted to lush green, to damp earth and blue skies. Neither are prepared for the unforgiving, frozen hell they each left behind.

They both still know they have to go.

and then we’re skipping the fucking angst we’re not gonna talk about it

well actually there is this:

The trek up to the crash site is quiet. 

Every time Carolina expects Epsilon to end the silence, she has to remind herself he’s gone.

soRRY!! moving on:

No fucking way,” Wash says, voice cracking.

Carolina ignores the fear that grabs her throat in a vise. There’s no one here. There’s no one here. Still, her feet drag her closer, as though behind that locked door—bashed in by who knows what, barely hanging on to its hinges now that Wash has forced it open—is some kind of threat. “What?”

Wash laughs, and it sticks in his throat, like the lump that’s been sitting in hers has managed to occupy two spaces at once. “I don’t believe it.”

She steps around the door, and groans. 

It’s his skateboard—and the ridiculous shoes he was so fond of. 

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?” You scared me, asshole. It wasn’t rational. But a lot of things about this place weren’t.

Wash laughs again; though she doesn’t, Carolina has to admit, his amusement is contagious. It’s good to see him laugh, though she knows it must have hurt, suddenly facing yet another relic of simpler times. 

“I kind of want to bury them,” he says. 

Now she’s laughing. “That is so fucking dramatic.” She wishes Epsilon were here to have heard that. “Besides, you hate snow.”

Their helmets are on—it’s fucking cold—but she can almost see the smile touching his lips, just barely there, cradled in the corner of his mouth. “I really do.”

“Just take them,” she says, tugging gently at his elbow. She wants to leave, while there’s still a good note to end this on. “You can teach Caboose to skate.”

Laughter stutters out of him once again. “That’ll be a fucking mess.”

“It will,” she says. “He’ll love it.”

Caboose accidentally snaps the board in half, but Wash can’t say he really minds.

can you believe that every evening Archie and Jug walk Vegas and Hot Dog together?? And they bring them to the dog park and make them play together and teach them all sorts of tricks? And afterwards they always have a milkshake at Pop’s and everytime Pop prepares a bowl of water and some treats for the dogs???
can u believe it????

Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.

Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.

•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other

•lazy morning sex

•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.

•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”

•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies

•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”

•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.

•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.

•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible” Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?” “Blinded by love” “You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”

•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.

•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.

Add more if you like!

Every single Sunday I see the “Sunday nights are especially grim” tweet circulate the online clique again. Every single Sunday without fail. And it just makes me feel so safe that there are so many people out there struggling like me. I’ve lived so many Sunday nights wishing to fade away before I found this band, and I never imagined other people would be able to relate. Even people that are genuinely happy at the moment still reblog it, because they feel someone out there may need it. Every time I see that tweet, I feel like the entire clique is encouraging me and looking out for others. Thank you I-/