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Today in Japan, it is October 26th and Miura Kairi’s (Yamaguchi Tadashi)’s birthday~!!!

Happy 20th birthday, Kairi-kun!!!  He’s finally an adult now!

You can wish him a happy birthday on his Twitter (x)!  
He’ll appreciate knowing he has western fans so feel free to leave a message in English, but if you’d like to say Happy Birthday in Japanese, just copy paste

Take Five: Pacing and Self-Care During NaNoWrimo

With NaNoWriMo just around the corner, it’s easy to get caught up frantically planning, brainstorming, and prepping. Throw that on top of being a student, working full or part time, and well, even the sound of it is exhausting. I didn’t even mention eating, sleeping, hydrating and taking care of yourself in general. If you’re looking for tips on pacing and staying healthy in November, this post is for you.

Pacing and Scheduling Your Writing Time:

You have a whole 30 days to write 50,000 words.  

Some people like to write every single day from November 1st-November 30th. That’s a minimum of 1,667 words per day.

Others devote several hours to bashing out a week’s worth of words. That’s a minimum of roughly 11,669 words in 7 days.

But remember! Your story, your rules, your pace. How much you’ll write in a day will depend on you, your schedule, and how much time you can devote to writing.

Now it’s time to figure out what kind of writer you are.

Sprinter, marathoner, or fast walker, in the end what matters is crossing that finish line on November 30th. Realizing your writing pace saves a lot of struggling to fit into a breakneck schedule that might not even be compatible with your pacing.  Do you prefer writing for 15-20 minutes at a time? Or perhaps you feel more suited to writing for longer stretches. Once you figure out your pace, you can move on to figuring out exactly when in the day you can allot time for writing.

So now, take a look at your schedule. Where can you fit that desired writing time? Along with your pacing here are a few more things to consider:

  • Can you write every day? If not, that’s okay!
  • When in the day, do you prefer to write?
  • Will you have get up earlier or stay up later?
  • Where will you be at a projected writing time? In between classes? In a bus/train?
  • Will you be in an environment that’s conducive to writing?

If you have a schedule in mind already, great! Set alarms, pen it into your schedule, whatever you need to do to remind yourself to get that word count in.

Now let’s talk taking breaks.

We all know that feeling. “Just a little longer”, you might say. “I’m so close to finishing this scene!” It works for only a little bit, but honestly? Sometimes the best thing to do is step away and give yourself a breather. Again, this depends on your writing pace and schedule.

Taking a short break. (Generally 5-10 minutes at a time.)

  • Listen to a song
  • Watch a video
  • Get up to refill your water or grab a snack
  • Stretch
  • Fix that posture/sitting position
  • Devote a couple of minutes to deep breathing and/or meditation.

Taking a long break. (Roughly 15-30+ minutes).

  • Watch an episode of your TV show
  • Take a walk or step outside for a bit
  • Walk a pet
  • Text/message/talk to a friend.
  • Take a nap. (Did you know you can reach REM sleep with 1.5-2 hrs of napping?)

Awesome, so you’ve figured out your schedule! Not so fast! Now that you’ve added more things to your schedule, I have a few suggestions on staying healthy with your new load.

Self-Care during NaNoWriMo:

Hydrating. Just because it isn’t summer (or even if it is, depending on where you are), water is still very important. Every single organ system in our bodies needs water, especially our brains, and we need to replenish it every day! Ideally, you want to drink 8 cups of water per day, more if you’re working out.  What about juice? Juice can be great, but I strongly advise not substituting juice for water. Juice can contain a lot of sugar that can lead to sugar crashes. This goes doubly for soda. Also, Gatorade all those other energy drinks? I’d only suggest using those if you work out and need to replace the lost water and electrolytes.

Speaking of soda, step away from that night time caffeine. Put down the energy drinks.

If you like citrus, grab an orange or a clementine for a quick energy boost before a writing session. Your body breaks down that glucose quickly and it gets to the brain within 30 minutes. Plus, you get that daily dose of Vitamin C in and help boost your immune system’s defenses.

If you like tea as a writing drink, I suggest going for something that’s not so heavy with the caffeine. Substitute the black tea for green tea, herbal tea, or decaf.

Napping. Let’s face it, especially if you’re in school, a solid 6 hours of sleep is hard to come by. But did you know, that you can get REM sleep with long naps? That’s about an hour and a half or two hours, to reach the REM cycle, if you can fit that into your day. But even shorter, 20-30 minute naps will help.

Washing your hands. I cannot stress this enough. Don’t just use hand sanitizer (which FYI can really dry out your hands if you use it frequently). Wash your hands with soap and warm water and really lather up. The soap only helps remove any dirt and oil off of your hands. The friction is what helps remove any transient germs. Especially those of you who live on campus at a university, or live with siblings or kids. Humans can be gross! A lot of people don’t wash their hands after sneezing, coughing, or using the bathroom. Handwashing is the best thing you can do to prevent yourself and someone else from getting sick, especially with flu and cold season starting up.

With your writing schedule in hand and a handy dandy waterbottle at your side, you are on your way to having a successful (and healthy) NaNoWriMo!

E.G. Letine is a nursing student by day, fantasy writer by night, and an avid gamer. She has two rescue dogs and an aquatic moss ball. You can find her at eggletine.tumblr.com.

Color Blind

The classic “when you meet your soulmate you see color” au, but with a twist. Because what if meeting them isn’t enough - what if you need to realise that they’re your soulmate for it to take effect?

Stiles is in third grade when he falls in love with Lydia Martin. And he knows it’s love, he really does, because when she briefly meets his eye across the playground one innocuous Tuesday the world around him blossoms into color.

He sees the shade of her hair for the first time, not quite orange, not quite red (strawberry blonde, he would settle on later, after encountering both colors separately) and the green of her eyes, as bright as the grass beneath her blue shoes. Stiles looks at Lydia and sees color, and it is beautiful.

Scott frowns when he tells him, like he doesn’t understand. “What do you mean you see color? Aren’t we too young for that?”

Stiles waves off his concerns and goes back to rifling through the classroom crayon supply, which suddenly holds a whole new world of possibilities. Some of them are still in black and white, and some are just sort of shades of grey, but some are vibrant colors and Stiles knows that’s more than most of the other kids can see so he’s happy.

He picks out the ones that look closest to Lydia’s colors and sketches a rough drawing of her. He’s not the best artist, but just seeing the colors on the page makes his heart race.

He catches her just before the end of the day. “Lydia!” he calls as she neatly tucks her pencils into their case. He can see that she’s got a red one and a blue one, and another color he can’t think of the name of, and he wonders if she sees them too.

She blinks up at him as he skids to a stop in front of her desk. “Yes?”

“I drew this for you.”

She takes the drawing and he waits with baited breath for her response. She glances over it before rolling her green eyes back to Stiles’ face. “What is it?”

“It’s… uh…” Now that he’s here in front of her, admitting that he’d drawn her seems like a creepy thing to do. He can see Scott wincing sympathetically across the room. Stiles finally settles on, “It’s in color. Don’t you see?”

Lydia scowls. “No, I don’t see.”

His heart drops, because this is not how the stories go. In the stories, when you meet your soulmate your whole world suddenly changes, and you start to see color. Because they’re your soulmate, they see color too. You look at each other, and you see color, and it’s beautiful. That’s what happened with Stiles’ parents, that’s what happens in all the stories of true love Stiles has ever heard.

But Stiles sees color, and Lydia doesn’t.

This doesn’t make sense.

Stiles is very lost when he asks, “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t.” Lydia eyes him warily, glancing from the drawing to his face and back again. “Why, do you?”

“Uh… I… um…”

When he doesn’t give her a straight answer, she pins him under a very scrutinising stare. For a second Stiles swears that she’s seeing it too, that she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but then she silently pushes the paper back towards him.

Stiles feels like he might cry. “Keep it,” he says quietly. “I drew it for you.”

He turns to head back to Scott before she can reply, and his friend offers him a consolatory pat on the back.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Stiles shrugs. “Eh. At least I can see color now.”

Scott nods. “And at least she kept the drawing.”

Stiles spins so fast he almost falls over. He turns just in time to see Lydia tucking the paper into her bag behind her pencil case. Both are pink.

Stiles grins. It might take a little bit longer, but he knows that one day Lydia is going to look at him and see something more than grey.

Throwback + Possible Namjin?

All right, so I decided to go back and re-watch Namjoon’s Do You MV Making, and I noticed something. Not sure if this has been mentioned before, but nonetheless here it is.

So during Namjoon’s break, the rest of the members decided to visit him (and of course, they’re loud as fuck) and bring him chicken. Jin was hunched over and leaning closer to Namjoon because one of the boxes was loaded with chicken. Some fell out from the box and onto the table so course, Jin wanted to help Namjoon out.

HOWEVER, Yoongi was singing some song in the background while ^ this was going on (with all the “DUN DUN……. dun dun dun”’s and what not). After that, the camera pans up to Yoongi and he just had to make this goddamn face:

……?????? ???? ??????????

Alright I’ve become fucking obsessed with 707 as a father so guess what that means? 

707 fatherhood (or pre-fatherhood) headcanons hell yes 

  • Even though Seven fantasized about a future family with you, when he learns it’s actually happening he’s…pretty terrified. 
  • He grew up with an absent, dangerous father, and a horrible abusive mother. He doesn’t know what a good parent IS, he never really has.
  • And he tells you that, how scared he is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready and doesn’t know if he’ll ever BE ready. 
  • You take his trembling hands and tell him you’re scared too, you’re going to wing this too, but you’re going to wing this together. No matter what happens, always together. 
  • You see his eyes soften and he nods, resting his forehead against yours. You spend the rest of the night in his arms, his hand over your stomach. 
  • The next day, the research starts.
  • Holy shit. 
  • You’re pretty sure he’s reading sixteen articles an hour.
  • Everything from the most popular baby names to horror stories of what can go wrong during pregnancy. 
  • “Saeyoung, why are you reading that?” 
  • “’Cause I need to be INFORMED MC, and NO MORE SPICY FOODS, I read it can FORCE YOU INTO EARLY LABOR. Didn’t you say the soup was hot last night? How do you feel? Are you in any pain?” 
  • “I’m not even showing yet.” 
  • And the stress robots. 
  • T H E  S T R E S S  R O B O T S 
  • The dragon is cool and everything but it actually spits fire an infant can’t play with that and you’re pretty sure it isn’t even legal– oh god it actually flies holy shit YOU TALKED ABOUT THIS. 
  • Eventually he gets the hang of it and starts building more…safe toys for the baby. 
  • But you may or may not have kept that dragon. 
  • It was pretty cool. 
  • As time goes on, and you do start to show, his nerves are growing too.
  • He’s always staring at the bump, always. 
  • “My eyes are up here!” 
  • On a Tuesday at exactly 3:26am the baby kicks for the first time. 
  • It wakes you up, startles you, for a moment you’re scared until you realize…
  • “Saeyoung! Saeyoung wake up!” 
  • He half leaps out of bed, his eyes wide, looking at you in panic, “What is it? What’s wrong?” 
  • You don’t say anything, instead you take his hand and put it over your stomach. Watching his face. Watching his jaw drop and the look in his eyes go from panicked to awestruck.  
  • Neither of you slept that night. 
  • The baby kicking remained an event as the months went on, no matter how many times a day it happened, or how far along you were. 
  • It was around 10:00am on a Saturday. 
  • You were sitting on the couch in the living room, a cup of tea in your hands, the T.V volume low so you wouldn’t wake your husband up. You were thinking of the relaxing day you were going to have, you would eat some breakfast, take a bath, when Saeyoung wakes up maybe watch a bad movie- 
  • You feel it then. 
  • You cry out, more from surprise than pain, and drop your cup of tea, it shatters. 
  • You don’t really hear Saeyoung sprint down the hall, you blink, you look up, and there he is, staring at you. 
  • You don’t say anything, instead you smile. 
  • He carries you to the car, despite your insistence that you can walk “Really, it’s not that bad yet.” “I DON’T CARE, I’M NOT PUTTING YOU DOWN.” 
  • At the hospital, he’s frantic. 
  • Embarrassingly so.
  • Seriously.
  • The nurses are laughing at him. 
  • He holds your hand all those hours, sometimes tighter than you would hold his. 
  • When you both hear you child’s first cry, you look into his eyes, and see his heart break. 
  • He lays next to you in the bed as you hold your daughter, he keeps giving you kisses on your head and cheeks and touching the baby like she’s made of glass. 
  • “She’s so beautiful,” he repeats. 
  • With your free hand, you turn his head to you, kiss him very softly on his lips, and say “Alright, time to wing it.” 

anonymous asked:

Shuka mentioned that she watch stage plays during her day offs. I wonder if she saw Naruto or Danganronpa stage play. Anchan was there and she plays my best girls for those series. (Ino in Naruto and Ibuki in Danganronpa) :)))

I’m not sure about Naruto or Danganronpa, but Shukashuu has definitely been to two of Anchan’s other stage plays!

On March 6th, she went to watch JYUKAI-DEN -Paradise-:

@Saito_Shuka: The event I said I was looking forward to…
was going to see Anju’s stage play
JYUKAI-DEN -Paradise- ٩(´⌒ω⌒`)و♡♡
It was so exciting!
The rest of us should do our best too, okayyyy? ♡♡

Here’s how Anchan looked in that play (›´-`‹ )

On May 2nd, she went to watch the FAIRY TAIL stage play with Suwawa!

@Saito_Shuka: Today I went to watch
the FAIRY TAIL stage play with Suwawa!
It was so amazing I wouldn’t be able to explain why.
The goosebumps wouldn’t stop throughout the entire play.
To Anju, who is still continuing to perform: Do your best! 🐶💓
See, I also wrote a customary love letter. Hoho~

Anchan played Angel…

_:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

anonymous asked:

Why is Alton brown not a good person?

Listen, I love Alton Brown’s on-camera persona as much as the next food fan. I’ve watched Good Eats since I was a wee lass, so this fact is hard for me to accept as well. But, alas, Alton Brown has proven himself to be fairly racist, sexist, and homophobic. He’s a typical older southern white man.

This blog post is what most people cite when they talk about this topic. It’s a first hand account of one of his shows, and while you could probably argue that he was just making jokes that people didn’t take very well, I personally don’t think that they were okay. Everyone’s “line” is different, but what he said according to that account is well over it in my opinion.

Over the years, he’s also made quite a few fat-shaming comments (you may have to search in one of those, just ctrl+f “fat”, “big mac”, or “obesity”). I admit that they’re far between, but the fact that he’s basically been saying the same gross things from 2007 to 2015 makes me think that he still has those gross opinions.

Good Eats also had a few blunders into racist territory, with the portrayal of the Japanese, and I’ve seen mentions that black people are never portrayed well on the show (I can’t personally attest to this because I honestly can’t remember a time a black person appeared on the show. In fact, I can’t remember a time a non-white person did.)

I could probably go on, but to be honest I’m lazy and I feel like I’ve more or less made my point. Other people have probably said it better than me, but this is the general idea. Am I saying you can’t like Alton Brown and support his shows? No. It’s just important to recognize that his on-camera persona, like every other celebrity out there, is much different to who he really is. And he’s not as perfect as we’d all like him to be.

fic meme

Rules: list the first two lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns, then tag your favorite authors. 

I was tagged by both @anghraine and @terresdebrume.

I’m gonna go with the last 20 things I actually published on AO3, rather than snippets on tumblr, just to make it easier for myself. (This does mean most of the fics are going to be DAV, though.)

20. Green | Mad Max: Fury Road

Nux wakes to a wild heady wet smell and a vague feeling of strangeness. It takes him a moment to realize that what he’s feeling is the absence of pain.

19. Finding Words | Mad Max: Fury Road

It’s quiet in the hold of the war rig.

Well, not quiet exactly.

18. The Emperor’s Speech | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Leia shifted uncomfortably against the hard plastic chair of her senatorial pod. She wished this session would end.

17. Aftermath | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

There was something almost soothing about drifting through space.

He could have controlled the spin, of course.

16. Decryption Codes | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Leia Organa, newly appointed Imperial Senator for Alderaan, had been quite thoroughly briefed before her arrival on Coruscant.

There’d been the private meeting with the Queen (which was really just a chat over breakfast – it was hard to maintain formality when the Queen was also your mother).

15. Bedrock | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Her cell was too cold and too bright and far too sterile. But it wasn’t silent.

14. Shape-Changer | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Tatooine hadn’t changed.

The suns still blazed, and the heat still beat down, and the sand still got everywhere.

13. Optimal Functioning | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

The connection was encrypted seven ways, the signal rerouting too fast for her to follow. Its ultimate origin could have been anywhere in the galaxy, from Coruscant itself to the depths of wild space.

12. A Larger World | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

For as long as she could remember, Leia had had the dream. It was the same every time: a woman, unknown but strangely familiar, with dark hair and sad eyes.

11. The Only Verdict | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

“You may fire when ready.”

Tarkin’s voice was perfectly level, even indifferent, as he gave the order.

10. Trophies | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Emperor Palpatine had always considered himself a patient man. He had planned and worked for many years to bring about his empire, to ensure the unassailable consolidation of his power, and for nearly as long to corrupt the Jedi’s Chosen One.

9. Children of the Force | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

She found him sitting alone in a clearing just south of the base, turning his lightsaber over and over in his hands.

Maybe it was a strange place to find the celebrated hero of the Rebellion, but Leia wasn’t surprised

8. Apology Accepted | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Lorth Needa told himself very firmly that he was not trembling. It didn’t do much good. 

7. Trickster Steals the Moon | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

There are as many Ekkreth stories as there are slaves on Tatooine, which is to say, there are stories without number, and more every day.

This is one of them.

6. Empire Day | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

When Leia was very young, she’d thought that the whole galaxy was celebrating her birthday.

Every year on that day, the palace was decorated with a stunning array of flowers, and lights glittered on every tree and in every fountain.

5. Words in the Heart | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

“Unable to comply,” the droid said. “That action is not within my range of permitted functions.”

4. The One Where Anakin and Padmé Are Pen Pals | Star Wars

So Padmé gives Anakin her com frequency before he leaves Naboo at the end of TPM, because she cares about this kid and she wants to make sure he’s all right, and she doesn’t know that the Jedi non-attachment rule is going to mean he’s not supposed to keep in touch with her at all. When she doesn’t hear from him at first she figures he’s probably really busy, settling in and starting his Jedi training and all that, so she gives him time.

3. The Unstolen Child | Star Wars | part of the Double Agent Vader series

Ahsoka crouched low in the musty darkness of the cramped closet and focused all her thought on disappearing. Emptiness, she thought. 

2. translation | Voltron

There are words carved into his skin.

Most of them are in the twisting Galra script, though here and there she recognizes other languages, other forms of brutality.

1. we who are about to die | Voltron

The first time it happens, Shiro hardly notices.

The guards have surrounded him, jostling and hemming him in, and there are hands on his arms and cruel laughter in his ears and he realizes, in a half-registered glimpse from the corners of his vision, that for the first time they look almost nervous.


Patterns: I have a strong tendency to do cold opens, usually with a shorter, sometimes even punchy, sentence, followed by a longer paragraph that sets the scene and explains the opener.

Also my opening lines are almost always character-driven, rather than establishing the setting or similar.

Not tagging anybody specific, but if you want to do I’d be happy to see it. :)

kashmirgirl1976  asked:

My main character poisons the villain via tea cup. She doesn't want it easily detected as he sips until the last minute when the symptoms start. How would that happen? What would be the symptoms? Thank you.

I’m not particularly well-versed on poisons. I know only that cyanide smells like almonds. I know there’s a GREAT book about the science of pathology called The Poisoner’s Handbook, but that’s about all I got for now. Good luck! Sorry I couldn’t be more useful.

Edit: arsenic apparently tastes of garlic, which may go well in certain teas (especially with ginger, perhaps?): http://chemsee.com/poison-detection/poison-detection-resources/chemnote-arsenic-poisoning/

safarikalamari  asked:

Flintwood and 144?? :D

144. “You’re proud of me?”

Oliver sat in the abandoned classroom on the fifth floor, their usual meeting place, thinking this had all been a very bad idea. They had agreed to meet up today no matter who won the Quidditch Cup, but Oliver knew that when they made that arrangement neither of them actually thought they would be the one to lose. But Marcus and his team had lost – that was a fact Oliver had almost overlooked in the euphoria of his own team winning. There was no way Marcus was going to show.

Restlessness getting the better of him, Oliver stood and started pacing the small room. He’d wait another ten minutes– no five minutes– then he would leave. He wondered vaguely if he’d ever see Marcus again. Sure, maybe in the halls or in class, but if he didn’t show up now Oliver had a feeling they were over. 

He stopped pacing. That was a weird thought. And one that didn’t seem to sit well in Oliver’s chest. He had never been sure what to make of this… thing that had developed between him and Marcus after so many years of mutual animosity, but the thought of it coming to an end was… Oliver didn’t want to think about it. He started pacing again.

Unfortunately when he promised himself he’d only wait another five minutes, Oliver had forgotten to check the time, so now he had no idea how much time had passed. He groaned. This was ridiculous. Marcus wasn’t going to show. Oliver headed towards the door.

He reached out to grab the handle, when suddenly it met him halfway and the door was pushed open from the outside. Standing there was Marcus Flint.

Oliver just stared. Marcus stared back. Then his eyes looked over to where Oliver’s hand disappeared behind the door. He looked back up.

“Leaving?” Marcus asked. Oliver let go of the door handle.

“N-no,” he stammered, retreating back into the classroom. Marcus followed him in and closed the door behind him. Oliver started pacing again.

“Look, I know you’re pissed,” Oliver said, alternating between wringing his hands and running them through his hair. “I would be too. I know you’re going to punch me and fine, whatever, but it was a fair match. Well, our side played fair. Mostly. Okay, maybe not a fair match. But our Seeker outflew yours and–”

“I’m proud of you.” 

“–even after that dirty stunt that–” Oliver stopped and turned to Marcus. “Wait, what?”

Marcus looked embarrassed now that Oliver’s attention was on him. He avoided eye contact and gave a little cough. “I’m not repeating it,” he muttered at the ground.

“You’re proud of me?” Oliver said, unable to keep the shock from his voice as he repeated Marcus’ words. He expected Marcus to be feeling a lot of things towards him right now. Pride wasn’t one of them.

“I mean,” Marcus said, chancing a quick glance at Oliver who was now approaching him, “I know how hard you worked for this. Do I wish I could have left school on a winning season? Of course. But we threw everything at you and you still came out on top.” This time when Marcus looked up, his eyes stayed fixed on Oliver. “Did you really think I was going to fault you for that?”

“I didn’t– I mean…” Now it was Oliver’s turn to be embarrassed. He realized now that he hadn’t given Marcus enough credit. Somewhere along the way – between the rivalry and the sneaking off and the stolen kisses and the late nights – Marcus had matured without Oliver noticing. He thought he had gotten to know Marcus after all these years, but he had just been scratching the surface.

“You thought I was coming here to punch you,” Marcus said. Oliver expected him to be offended, but instead he just sounded amused. Even more proof Oliver didn’t know Marcus as well as he thought.

“Sorry about that,” Oliver mumbled. Marcus extended him a hand.


Oliver slid his hand into Marcus’ and let Marcus pull him closer.

“I wanna know what it’s like to kiss a Quidditch Cup winner,” Marcus said with a crooked grin. Oliver smiled back.

“That can be arranged.”

A writing challenge just for Wincest and J2 where all forms of writing are welcome, whether fics or poetry. Bring us all the angst, fluff or smut!

What is this month’s theme?
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Deadline for submission is November 30th. If you can’t make the deadline, send us an ask asap so that we can secure a pinch hitter. When you post, be sure to tag #wincestwritingchallenge and your partner in the first five tags. Submissions will be reblogged to the challenge page. Our mods can’t wait to read your pieces and will reblog into the queue quickly.

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For @thebisexualmandalorian. Happy birthday, nerd. (B

Wolffe barged into the barracks the 501st were occupying while on Coruscant, and a small part of him felt bad that they were so startled by it. He stormed through the ranks of his brothers, until he stopped in front of the one he had been looking for. Rex looked up at him, and Wolffe’s hard look softened as he took in the blank look on Rex’s face.

“I’m fine.” Rex said softly, just as Wolffe fell to his knees in front of him. The older clone looked up at the blond, a small frown on his face.

“You don’t look it.” He murmured. Rex smiled weakly at that.

“Was a hard mission.”

“Was a bullshit mission, you mean.” Wolffe growled, “I knew something was wrong with Krell.” Rex shook his head.

“You couldn’t have-”

“General Plo didn’t trust him.” Wolffe snapped, “I know he didn’t, because he withdrew us from the mission roster. That’s why General Tiin and his battalion went for air support, and not us, when he found out Krell was taking over for General Skywalker. It’s why I sent you that comm, Rex. I was trying to warn you.” Wolffe hated that Rex flinched, but he didn’t regret telling Rex. He needed to know why Wolffe wasn’t in the air, ready to back him up. He needed to know that he had been damn worried about him.

When he found out about their brothers, about Waxer, Wolffe had been damn afraid that Rex had been among them.

Rex put his hand against Wolffe’s cheek, his thumb rubbing it gently.

“Wolf'ika, I’m fine.” Rex promised, “Exhausted, but fine.” Wolffe reached up and grabbed Rex’s hand in his, before leaning up and pressing a kiss to the blond’s lips.

He knew Rex wasn’t fine, but he was damn well going to make sure Rex got there.