when does this come back

staying afloat

For @rebelcaptainprompts prompt #8: “agony, fingers, and shiver” 

With a word like agony, do you really think this was going to be anything other than angst? I’ll do a part 2 if I feel nice

(also I unintentionally ended up using the words a lot oops) 

Word Count: 500 (no cut)


One. Two. 

Jyn sees stars, pain searing through her body. She collapses to the ground, groaning in agony, clutching at the blaster wounds. 

“Jyn!” Cassian’s voice breaks in anguish, as if he was physically sharing her pain. “Jyn!” His voice reaches her while he can’t, fending off the impending Imperials. 

Blood seeps through her clothing, a sickly warm feeling creeping up her side. She pulls her hand away and the tips of her fingers are stained a dark red. Her head spinning, she manages to drag herself out of the way of blasterfire. I have to hold on until he gets here

Steadying her breathing as best as she could, Jyn brings herself to peer at the wounds. She inhales sharply. It’s bad. She needed to be in a medbay in an hour at the latest. She tries not to think about what would happen if she wasn’t, attempting to shake Cassian’s agonized face out of her mind. They had fought so hard to stay afloat together, and she wouldn’t drown alone. I promise. 

Where’s Cassian? She tries to see the firefight, but she can’t lift her head. Swearing to herself, she leans against the closest wall and waits, undoing her scarf and pressing it against the injury, counting minutes in her head as the warmth of life leaks out between her fingers.

She’s cold, so unbearably cold, icy water lapping against her side. It was if the death that eluded her at Scarif was now breathing down her neck. The thought sends a shiver down her spine. 

When Cassian finally reaches her side, face streaked with dirt and eyes wide with concern, she can barely make out his face in the blurry haze of her mind.  

“Cass…” she gasps, unable to form his full name, trying to grasp at his face swimming in and out of her vision. Help

“I’m here, I’m here, don’t worry,” he murmurs, pulling out his medkit and working quickly to temporarily patch up the injury, his face a mask of neutral concentration. His fingers feel warm against her skin and her throat tightens, because wasn’t Cassian usually the cold one? 

Cass,” she tries again. He looks up at her from under his eyelashes, and Jyn catches a glimpse of the pure fear in his eyes. She feels like she’s being dragged underwater, and reaches out to Cassian to pull her up, desperate to keep afloat. Don’t let me go. 

He takes his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining together, both stained with blood - her blood. She’s shaking, shivering from cold, shock, and the sheer effort of hanging on to the remaining scraps of life. “I’ve got you,” he says, ready to hoist her up in his arms. “Hold on.” 

Jyn tries to nod and give him a reassuring smile - I’m trying - but it’s getting harder to keep her head up. She gives his hand one tight squeeze - I’m sorry -  before the waves pull her under. 

She never lets go of his hand. 

People seems to forget that observations have truths to them. All these kids, men, and white folk always asking for sources, stats, studies…. Well sometimes they simply aren’t there. Because no one has researched it, no one has the resources to do so. For example, there was that oncologist who noticed that his male patients always had support of their spouses but female patients were battling cancer on their own. He researched it and found it to be true, that men don’t stick through but women do. But these observation don’t always go on towards being full studies. Some questions will never get researched because there isn’t interest or any perceived value to it, it won’t get funded. And half the time when it does, y'all come back and be like “lol ofc that was true. Did we really need a study to prove it??”

None of that makes the collective observations/experiences of a group any less true. Like when you gut reaction is to question someone’s actual lived experience, you aren’t being critical. You’re simply lack empathy. So don’t try to act like it’s cos you’re some superior rational being.

Working through my anon prompts as promised.  This one got eaten by tumblr thanks for the efficiency guys so helpful.  The prompt was something along the lines of:

Bernie catches Serena changing into her scrubs.

So this happened.  I regret nothing.

Bernie Wolfe pushed through the door of the locker room and stopped mid-stride at the sight of Serena Campbell shrugging efficiently out of her ubiquitous orange blouse.  In the muted light Bernie could see the dusting of dark freckles across Serena’s creamy shoulders and she leaned against the wall, her blue scrubs dropping from her suddenly nerveless fingers.

After more than a month of sharing Serena’s bed, mapping the constellation of those same freckles with her lips as well as her hands, she was still caught off guard at how breathless she became at the sight of Serena as she stripped herself bare.

“Don’t just stand there Ms. Wolfe,” Serena was all business but there was an undercurrent of playfulness in her voice, “Quick as you can. That bowel isn’t going to resect itself.”

“How did you know it was me?” Bernie asked, “I could have been Morven.”

“Morven doesn’t smell like vanilla.”

“I do not smell like vanilla,” Bernie stated as she leaned over to pick up her scrubs.

“You do,” Serena shot back, “and furthermore Morven does not, pant.”

“Pardon?” With two steps Bernie was at Serena’s side, her eyebrow raised.

“You heard me,” Serena smiled and glanced up at Bernie even as she pulled her black camisole over her head, gratified to hear yet another sharp intake of breath from the blonde beside her.

“Your style of panting is fairly…..distinctive.”

“Distinctive?” Bernie innocently traced her fingertip along Serena’s collarbone, allowing it to dip into the hollow between her breasts. She raked her nails lightly across the swell of Serena’s belly, fingers barely brushing the top of Serena’s trousers.  Her lips found the shell of Serena’s ear.

“Really?” she whispered, her voice deliberately breathy, “Recognizable? Rather like that little mewling cry you make in the back of your throat just before you-“

“Yes, thank you Berenice,” Serena blushed furiously and decisively removed Bernie’s hand from her waist, “A girl doesn’t like having all her trade secrets revealed.”

“You’re blushing,” Bernie laughed as she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt.

Serena blushed even harder.

“I’m not,” she said imperiously as she yanked on her scrub top, “it’s just another bloody hot flush.”

“Shall I call ahead to theatre and ask them to set up a wee fan for you Ms. Campbell?”

“Keep that up and you might find I’m not nearly as accommodating when it comes to warming your freezing cold feet later this evening,” Serena warned.

Bernie snorted and bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing outright as she quickly shucked her jeans and grabbed for the bottoms of her own scrubs.

She stepped into them and watched as Serena deftly unzipped her trousers and let them fall to the tile floor. Bernie gasped for a third time since entering the locker bay, desire flooding through her even as her eyes widened in shock.  

“Who would have thought it,” she let out a low, appreciative whistle, “Serena Campbell.  Commando.”

“Well if someone had done the washing when it was her turn I wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Serena retorted, “On balance, I must say it’s been rather a freeing experience.”

“You’ve been wandering about all day, without knickers, and you didn’t think to tell me,” Bernie’s voice dropped an octave and she grabbed Serena around the waist, her hands moving instinctively to cup Serena’s bottom.

“I thought it would make for a nice surprise,” Serena’s tart reply was softened by the lingering kiss she planted at the corner of Bernie’s mouth, “after our shift.”

She extricated herself from Bernie’s arms and headed toward the door, putting a deliberate sway in her hips.

“And how am I supposed to concentrate in theatre,” Bernie sputtered, “ With you, when you, with you standing across the table from me bare-arsed under your scrubs?”

“Call on some of that army discipline,” Serena tossed a saucy look over her shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll be able to cope.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Bernie growled as she followed Serena out of the locker room.

“Perhaps next time when procrastination sets in you’ll think twice,” Serena replied sweetly,  “before leaving all the dirty washing in a giant heap on the floor.”

“This conversation isn’t over,” Bernie warned, her knuckles brushing over the swell of Serena’s hip before she stopped, allowing Serena the opportunity to put a respectable distance between them.

“It would be a tactical error to think I don’t know what you’re doing, Major.” she called as she continued down the hall.

“Just enjoying the view,” Bernie sighed to herself as she quickened her pace.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long, frustrating afternoon.

Gnome Buddies

Scanlan was always really good at lying.  Very clever and able to think out of the box.

Grog is very straightforward and takes things and people at face value.

I can only remember one time Scanlan used his ability to get one over on people on Grog, and that was with Craven Edge, which Grog had specifically come to Scanlan for help with.  He never treated Grog like an idiot or made a fool of him.

Same with Pike, who as we have seen is pretty sneaky in her own right (even the DM forgot to make her roll for Deception).  She was so patient in teaching Grog to read, even though he only got a few letters, and even gave him an easy out if he didn’t like it or it was too much for him.

VM generally doesn’t give Grog grief over being unintelligent, though Vex can get frustrated, and Vax and Percy sometimes play jokes on him.  But Pike and Scanlan never seem to even struggle to meet Grog on his own terms.  He’s probably the only person in the group THEY take at face value. It’s just really nice.

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Gruvia Fluff Week 2016 Day 6 Laughter

Uncle Lyon constantly steals Gray’s daughter because Gray doesn’t deserve an angel like her (He only tells Juvia about his abductions). When Azure comes back all she does is rave about Uncle Lyon so Gray gets a little jealous.

Azure is really interested in Ice magic so she tries to master Water Make: Ice magic. If you ever need a single ice cube, Azure can hook you up.

God, how bad must Shepard’s PTSD be at the beginning of me2? Do they remember dying, floating in the dark and feeling their limbs go cold as they suffocate?

Do they remember panicking as their vision goes dark, gasping for breath when there’s no air left in their suit? Does it come back every time they sleep, and they have to force themselves to take a breath and feel the bed beneath them so they know they’re not still adrift above some icy planet?

How horrifying must silence be?

Fairy tail AU - Age of Gladiators
Chapter 16
“In flames”
2

“One of my favourite scenes, which is a perfect example of what [director] Jeff [Nichols] does so masterfully, is when Richard and Mildred come back to Virginia. They’re not saying a word and Mildred just takes a moment to feel the sun. In that moment, without any dialogue, you not only sense what coming home means to her — you also feel it. You feel the temperature, you feel the light, you can smell. It’s like adding another dimension to watching a movie.”

“And it’s not just that, you see him looking at her. And the tiniest bit of a smile breaks through his reserve, because he’s given her what she’s wanted so badly. And then he looks up the road, where all the bad things may come from, and he feels the anxiety again. And all of that happens in a few seconds of screen time.”

–  “Loving” producer Colin Firth describing his favourite moment in the film 

Fic Recs: pandapony

The agony of unresolved sexual tension, and the satisfaction of its resolution, is my favourite thing about fanfiction. This weekend, I discovered these two wonderful fics about ACD Holmes and Watson, and they are perfect.

Holmes’ Mistake, by pandapony. Explicit. Watson is badly injured, and a guilty Holmes tends to him. Things get intimate.

Reunion, by pandapony. Explicit. Watson has a lot of confusing and conflicting feelings when Holmes comes back from the dead. So does Holmes. Some of those feelings are surprising to both of them. Can I just curl up and live in this fic, please? Is that too much to ask?

the-shipping-machine  asked:

I wanna know how each one is going to react if they'll catch you writing a fanfiction about them.

(I’m trying my hardest not to laugh but I can’t help it. Their reactions are so damn good.)

Bendy

  • You’re doin’ what now?’
  • It takes a while for it to sink in.
  • When it does click, he is flustered.
  • He stutters some excuse to go cool down.
  • When he does come back…
  • ‘Why are ya writing that when I’m here?’

Boris

  • ‘What’s… a fanfiction?’
  • He catches on quick.
  • Unlike Bendy, he will stay and help you complete it.
  • He will help you keep the characters in character, etc.
  • Will help you enact scenes that you have troubles with.
  • ‘What if this character did… this?!?’

Henry

  • ‘What’cha writing there?’
  • He isn’t phased by it.
  • Henry did the same thing with his crushes.
  • Will help you create an amazing plot with the characters.
  • Makes sure that all your grammar, spellings, and ministrations.
  • ‘If you want to see what they’re really like, you gotta break ‘em.’

Joey

  • ‘Alright… adult life is already so damn weird. So this is practically nothing.’
  • He just kinda watches from afar.
  • He is totally so happy that you are making something that has him in it.
  • Joey will read it after you finish it after you fall asleep.
  • Is immediately your number 1 fan.
  • ‘Ya know, I could help you if you want it.’

who ever made it (cause was awhile back, do not remember where) Thank you

That AU where Wendy is a Slayer

such a bad ass idea

I was trying to remember who was her watcher (was it Ford or Stan???)

then I started thinking, if Ford was her Watcher, but disappeared, similar to the  way as in the show (supernatural or same portal) and Stan pretends to be him (and same as show, trying to get him back) but later finds out Ford also has the job as a Watcher and then Wendy’a Slayer powers awaken and now Stan gotta train this teenager with superhuman abilities to kill vampires.

all the Stan and Wendy bonding I could ever hope for :D

lets go punch some pale freaks

What if Keith was also chosen to go on the Kerberos mission, but Shiro asked him to stay behind. Imagine Shiro saying to him “I’ll need someone to come home to.”. Imagine Keith blaming himself for Shiro disappearing. Imagine Keith saying it should have been himself instead of Shiro. Imagine him trying to get on the next mission to Kerberos. Imagine him getting kicked out because he threatens an officer for not assigning him to the next mission. Imagine when Shiro does come back. Imagine Keith saying to him “You came home to me.”