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The old lady looked unusual amidst the doctors and healing mages. Instead of blood-flecked whites or beaked masks, the black shawl she threw over the dull blues and oranges were offset by the bright red skirt. It swished as she rocked back and forth, humming a forgotten tune. Most unusual of all, however, was the broom in her hands that she swept the dirt with. He noted she only did this in front of the tents that were the quarantined patients. He stopped just short of her but set a loose hand on his hip. Once again, it felt strange that the familiar grip of his knife wasn't there. He cleared his throat before speaking softly, "I'm not sure you should be here, milady. It's not safe for someone of your age."

The broom stopped, and the old lady shuffled around. Underneath the hood, Federico glimpsed sunken cheeks, pale-white skin, and rheumy eyes. Her chapped lips opened wide in a sickly sweet smile as she cocked her head. "But dearie," she rasped as if having lost her voice. "I think I'm in the right place."

#Teeks! #assassin's creed #witcher #witcher fanfiction #federico auditore #assassin's creed fanfiction #snippet sunday

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snippet sunday

tagging the usual suspects, @monsterrae1 @quietborderline @missanniewhimsy @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @rosieposiepuddingnpie @whimsyswastry with no pressure. This is all for fun.

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Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13, Steve POV (this is getting to be a 20k chapter 😆)

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings; Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

Tags/warnings: first draft (may not make final edit for chapter), NavySeal!Buck, set post tsunami/lawsuit era, angst, slow burn, long fic

Steve’s never been one to put off unpleasant business so he turns his suddenly leaden feet toward Joe’s cell.  Robert, tonight’s watch, nods in acknowledgement and then slides down the hallway to give Steve a semblance of privacy even though Steve knows that if Joe talks loudly the sound will easily carry 

“Joe,” Steve greets his former mentor.

“Steve,” Joe returns as he sits up, coming to stand a few feet away but not reaching for the barred door between them. 

Steve doesn’t know what to say. He’s rooted to the spot and feels the weight of any decision pinning him in place. He’d purposefully taken Joe off the chess board but now he doesn’t know what to do.  Does he release Joe?  If he does, then what will Joe do?  Will he alert Doris and help her spirit Wo Fat away again so he can return to haunt Steve’s life and hurt more people?  Or will Joe simply fade back into his retirement with a home base in Montana and floating in with the other tourists from time to time to visit?  

“Steve,” Joe calls softly, pulling his attention back to the older seal.  Joe looks tired, the lines around his eyes from years of exposure to the outdoor elements seem deeper and less like laugh lines than they used to.  He’s aged years in a span of days and Steve hates it. “You got him, I see.”

“I did.” The words stick in Steve’s throat which has gone drier than the desert. 

“I’m glad you corrected my mistake.” Joe says gently and closes the distance between them, leaning on the bars of his cell.  They’re not quite touching but they could be if Steve let them. 

“So it was a mistake?”

“It was.  I let your mother—“

“Don’t call her that.  She doesn’t deserve that honor,” Steve cuts in and corrects with a viciousness that he didn’t know he was harboring, tamping down on the urge to say something worse about the woman who’d birthed him.

Joe tilts his head, studying Steve and then slowly nods.  “You’re right.  Doris.  Doris knows my weak spots and she played into them.  It’s not an excuse but an explanation—I don’t expect your forgiveness.”

“What if I want to give it?”  Steve isn’t sure he does want to forgive Joe but he dislikes this entire conversation and hasn’t made a decision about forgiveness yet. 

Joe leans back and sighs.  “I haven’t earned that, Steve.  Sitting in here?  This is just me making it easier for you to do your job at this point.”

“I have to let you out at some point,” Steve mulishly points out. 

Another shrug.  “I suppose you do—and I have a possible suggestion.”

“Suggestion?”

“Allow me to correct my mistake.”

Steve doesn’t follow.  “What do you mean?” 

“Allow me to correct my mistake,” Joe repeats, not clarifying. 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Steve resists the urge to growl in frustration.  Joe’s not giving details because he either wants Steve to have plausible deniability or he’s going to pull something that Steve is going to regret and Steve isn’t sure which it is.   “I’m going to need you to lay this one out for me.”

“My mistake was allowing Wo Fat to escape the nice little maximum security hole you’d stuck him in.”

“And what?  You’re going to take him back to Colorado?”

Joe doesn’t confirm or deny. “I will put him in a place he won’t be able to crawl out of—even with Doris’ help.”

#Family familia ‘ohana #Buddie #mcdanno #navyseal!buck #First draft #snippet sunday

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in hindsight (tangled up with you all night)

15.7 | Explicit | Read on AO3

Summary:

“We’re gonna be stuck here for at least 5 months,” Buck said, his fingers tracing the bumps across Eddie’s back, the other man was nearly asleep, spent after going a few rounds in the hotel room, where they could be as loud as they wanted to be, “That’s a long time.” Eddie hummed, sighing as Buck kept touching him, relaxing further into the bed, Buck smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on his shoulder, not trying to start anything again, just a soft point of contact; Eddie smiled softly at the touch. “It is,” Eddie agreed. “Maybe we can keep doing this? Just this, it doesn’t need to be anything more,” Buck offered, he had learnt to not offer more than just sex, he had learnt that people didn’t want him for more than sex, and he was okay with it, he truly was. Especially in cases like this, shooting on site in a foreign country, people were usually just looking for an escape. Buck could offer that to Eddie. “Maybe,” Eddie replied, his hand reaching out to pinch the side of Buck’s hip, “Definitely maybe.” * Or as young actors Buck and Eddie fall into a FWB situation that develops into more, before walking away from the other. Years later they're given a second chance.

#To read #buddie #Rae! #buddie fic

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#eddie diaz #is the only option

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#sentinel #mass effect

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The Tortured Poets Department (Eddie’s Version) 🤍

The Manuscript

The Bolter

The Albatross

The Black Dog

The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology

#eddie diaz #q

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i know what i’m letting myself in for but alas

no nuance

#no #I’ve been watching a slow burn since season 2 #and you can pry buddies from my cold dead fingers

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#adrian tchaikovsky #children of memory #science fiction #q

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snippet 4/22:

I'm working slowly but surely on ch. 15 of a matter of pride, this semester is kicking my ass, pray for me and my poor students who are collectively drowning in ennui

tagged by @satashiiwrites, @cricketnationrise, and others? ilu <3

Dex wakes up groggy and disoriented what feels like two days later, but is closer to ten hours, still too long. It’s Saturday. He’s starving and almost certainly dehydrated if the headache is anything to go on. He has a matinee game in four hours and he can only hope that he doesn’t make a fool of himself.  He drives to the game in a daze, pockets his phone out of habit, but doesn’t bother to check it, anxiety having shifted in the night to something closer to listless exhaustion. He hasn’t even filled Bitty in yet, and he can’t bring himself to feel bad about it, which is a sure sign that he should. They win and he gets a point in the second, somehow avoids getting into any fights that would exacerbate his ribs further and sneaks out quickly after the game. He manages to force down a smoothie, because he’s a professional athlete and it is literally his job, and then falls asleep on top of his covers before nine o’clock for the second night in a row.  He wakes slowly, soft sunlight just beginning to light up the room. It’s early and quiet and his mind feels clearer, less muddled. He rolls over onto his back and just lays there for a minute, running through the last few days, trying to piece together what happened, and when. He reaches for his phone but finds it dead on his bedside table. He gets up and digs his charger out of his carry-on, still unpacked from his trip, then cracks open the window to air out the room before heading downstairs. 

#bev! #a matter of pride #nurseydex

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the way this shiba puppy yawns (please unmute)

#q

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SNIPPET SUNDAY

Tagged by both @satashiiwrites and @zealousdetectivegladiator (thank you boooos)

This is still a WIP and very rough but! I'm almost done with this draft.

Federico stifled a long sigh, wishing more than anything for a stiff drink before slipping into his more professional demeanor while gesturing. "Are you certain this is what you saw?" The Cat's brows drew low, and the scarred hand wiping a rag over the armor she had dragged out from the next room stopped. Like most witchers, her irises were an amber-gold color as they flicked his way; just a shade or two lighter. Once more, he couldn't believe it.  Not only had some Cats survived Stygga's massacre, but they had continued their dubious experiments. He'd heard rumors that they'd use anything and anyone in their pursuit for the perfect witcher, but never had he heard of one of them successfully churning out a woman in the process. "Well," she began to drawl, those same eyes narrowing as she set the elbow of her free arm down on the table to rest her head on.  "I'd like to think I got a good look as it brutally mauled my horse in front of me, but hey," she shrugged while sitting up again, the hand going up the side of her head until it stopped to scratch at the scab beginning to form. "Perhaps I got blood in my eye." "Oh no." Federico gave her an unimpressed look before picking up the sketch again. "Perhaps you should look at cleaning that out before it festers. Would hate for it to be as gangrenous as that sarcasm of yours." He ignored the indignant huff that slipped out as she returned to the fervent cleaning of her armor. The squeaking as she put some elbow grease into a particular spot set him on edge and his shoulders hunching, but he bit down on his annoyed protests, instead focusing on the task at hand.

#Teeks! #snippet sunday #federico auditore #assassin's creed fanfiction #witcher fanfiction #witcher oc

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#arizona #slot canyon #antelope canyon #q #landscapes

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The 2024 H50 Big Bang is now open.

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Looking for to see you all here and what wonder works yoyu crate for the fandom.

#H50 big bang #maybe? #*has thoughts*

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Snippet Sunday

tagging @quietborderline @monsterrae1 @rosieposiepuddingnpie @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @whimsyswastry and @missanniewhimsy with no pressure. It’s sunday and i’m procrastinating packing for vacay. Y’all know the rules.

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Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13: Eddie POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him

Tags/warnings: first draft. NavySeal!Buck. Slow burn (look it took us 170k almost to get to the first kiss), first time, get together, set post tsunami/lawsuit era.

The nurse gives him a warm blanket to wrap around himself while he waits for someone to read his scan.  Eddie falls into a light doze and is woken several times by the orthopedist and then again by the nurse and neurosurgeon telling him that he’s cleared to leave sometime around five AM local time.  

Each time he wakes, he reaches for Buck only to see the rigid line of his back through the tiny slit window in the door. Buck is never looking back at him, and Eddie knows he’s got his work cut out for him to knock whatever bullshit Buck’s been telling himself about Eddie being taken is his fault out of Buck’s thick skull. 

But first, Eddie needs Buck to willingly be in the same room as him. 

Danny Williams shows up at the time that Eddie is handed his discharge papers. Buck has disappeared in search of a wheelchair despite Eddie’s protests that he can walk out of the hospital. Eddie is irritable, hasn’t slept in what feels like ages, and wants a real shower. 

“Danny Williams—I’m a lieutenant with 5-0, which I’m sure you know.”

“I have heard of you,” Eddie admits as he shakes Danny’s hand. “Any chance you can get me a shower so I don’t smell like roadkill left out in the heat for two days?”

“Sorry, no can do. We need everything on you for evidence and then pictures.”

“For trial?”

“Yes. Assuming we go that route,” Danny mutters the last part, but he hands Eddie a set of hospital scrubs and allows Eddie to change in private, leaving his clothes, including his boots, in a large paper bag. He won’t wear his boots without socks, and Danny has provided a set of flip-flops that are the right size. 

“We’ll get you some regular clothes after the CSIs have their pictures, and you can use the showers at our headquarters. You signed the release, letting us use your records for the case?”

“Yeah. Where’s Buck? Did he have to go to LA for that wheelchair I don’t need?”

Danny snorts and smothers his laughter, ice-blue eyes dancing. “You give him a run for his money, don’t you?”

“I guess?”

Danny waves off Eddie’s confusion. “He saw me coming and hightailed it somewhere. He’ll be back once he’s talked himself into something possibly macho but extremely bullshit about you getting hurt.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” Eddie repeats yet again, scowling at Danny. 

“That’s the attitude. Keep repeating it until he believes it. The kid is too much like Steve and needs to have his little brood session before you knock him straight. He was terrified for you, so let him have it now.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m sure you don’t need my lecture on the care and feeding of your Seal?”

“I know how to take care of Buck,” Eddie firmly states. He doesn’t need to be told anything to care for Buck as long as they’re talking to each other. If Buck keeps hiding from him, he might take an assist from Kono if she’s available, but he doesn’t know Danny, and McGarrett will probably be on Buck’s side in things and be unhelpful if he needs to pin his partner down. 

“Again, I’m sure you do. Just remember he’s a bit tender about you being kidnapped.”

“How could I forget,” Eddie says, pointing to the bruising on his face. It didn’t hurt since he was given some Tylenol and ice, but it was pretty spectacular looking in the glance he’d gotten in a mirror. 

Buck picks then to reappear with a wheelchair, and he pales at Eddie pointing to his bruises.  

“Buck,” Eddie calls, stopping him from disappearing again. He may play it up a bit how stiff he feels when he stands and hobbles to the wheelchair, making Buck hover. Give Eddie a few hours in the sun, a shower, and a nap, and Eddie will be good as new and ready to sit on Buck if necessary to make him listen to what Eddie has to say. 

“Let’s get the show on the road. The sooner we get your photo shoot done, the quicker we let you shower,” Danny reminds him as Buck pushes him out of the ER.  

#Family familia ‘ohana #buddie #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #Mcdanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #navyseal!buck #First draft #snippet sunday

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#antelope canyon #arizona #sandstone #landscapes #q

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people are always saying that folks on Tumblr think 30 is old, and I started to wonder if that's true, do people on Tumblr really think that relatively young ages are old? so. poll. reblog to do the thing where you've reblogged.

#70s #because statistically #anything greater than 74 in my home country is bonus years #According to life expectancies

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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

#q