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saw So many dead people for the feyoncé's birthday trip

#we Did get a picture of her whispering in the ear of the W portrait at the national portrait gallery to tell him there was a second plane #and a random guy loled which was nice #i liked DC and i loved Baltimore i drank many margaritas successful trip

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ORACLE SPECIAL REPORT IS LIVE

#ross is the reason I'm going to develop a horrible cancer and die young #thats the kind of stress he causes in my life #hes a slut pig

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Joseph Liebgott & David Webster: Band Of Brothers

#mmmmm #I'd cry but these eyelashes are mink....

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#he was so real for that

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**THE ORACLE IS IN FOR A SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN**

Actor Ross McCall, FORTY EIGHT (48) is now dating a young lady who is TWENTY NINE (29)

This is unwell behavior and we hate being right

#i HATE his ass #girl.......can we talk #girl you are My Age and hes 1000 years old it's disgusting lol #plz say jk

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ROSS MCCALL as JOSEPH LIEBGOTT BAND OF BROTHERS · part one

#gross! #beast....how dare you?

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have i already posted about how dick winters would love linda ronstadt bc i really believe he would

#shes melodic but doesn't forego her emotions i believe he'd find her cathartic #he has Taste ok even if that taste is like the average moms taste

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Your fics actually ruined my life I think about them ALL the time 🤎🤎

babe thank you sm! been going through it recently, so I am glad that people are finding joy in them ~ 🖤

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listen i jest.....but people that want to truly madly deeply understand dysfunctional and/or toxic relationship dynamics Need to watch kyle and amanda on summer house

#these people hate each other it's chilling #like they are Somehow more upsetting to watch than tom and katie from vpr #bc tom never even Pretended to be a good guy and katie just deluded herself into thinking he was going to change #but kyle has Always been this way and amanda has Never given a fuck and enabled him #all the while planning this crazy life for them that.....girl he was Never going to be capable of living that life with you #he's a child!!!! and you never cared until Now?? #they are crazy #crazier than lindsay and carl this seasnn which is saying a lot lol #given lindsay was calling her three years sober fiance 'cocaine carl' a few weeks back

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Heffron. Watch the Goddamn line.

BAND OF BROTHERS | Pt. 6: Bastogne

#homosexual

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The Oracle Season 1 Finale

Get it while the gettin's good!

If we can be sincere for a moment, we would like to express our deepest thanks to you: our Dear Readers. This has truly been a joy and it is due in large part to this community we have cultivated.

We'll talk soon xx

#talk to the oracle one more time #you might be sorry you did lol

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Hi there!! I just wanted to say that I love your Rivers Webgott series :)! I only got into the fandom like a month ago and your fics are what made me ABSOLUTELY FERAL over webgott. Like, I cannot shut up about them to my friends now, even the ones who aren’t fandom people! I specifically remember sending my friend a text screaming THEYRE BACK, THEYRE FUCKING BACK! while I was reading Catch My Drift for the first time at like 2am in the morning.

Anyway, if youre still doing the writers ask game, I was wondering if I could ask 22?

hi babe! thx so much for your kind words, i'm so happy you've been liking everything ~ 🖤

22. Pick out a random line from a fic you're really proud of

ooof i'm proud that i've written literally Anything, but like huge swaths of down comes the night stick out to me just bc writing that fic was So arduous because I changed my mind about everything at the 11th hour just kind of hoping it would work out. and then like the week of christmas i woke up and like knew Everything exactly as it was going to happen and wrote most of chapter three (which is Ample lol) in like three days. proud i wrote it, even prouder it makes any sense whatsoever lol

so it's not a line, but this section i felt proud of:

#thank you for asking ~~ #sometimes i think about how crazy down comes the night was and i'm like damn i could Never do that again #and then i remember how fun it was lol

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~ tune in this weekend for the biggest mother of them all ~

#👀👀👀

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hello! I've been away from the bob fandom for a bit and now everyone seems to hate matt leitch and I'm so confused. what happened?

babe welcome back! i only know what i know, which is below, but if other people want to jump on the meitch hate train they are So welcome to here.

answer a

answer b

answer c

answer d

tldr; he has bad vibes, is not good at what he does, and generally seems rude to the people around him. also i think it's Ridiculous that he charged people what he did for mid-loved content in the middle of a pandemic. like, get a life.

#matt theres people that are dying #i hate that guy fr #and like i don't think i'm the only one lol #seems p clear to Me that there are people in the cast who beef with him also which yk i wish surprised me more

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ive got buckbucky and webgott disease

#so kind to include me among so many writers I also love 💔 #if you have NOT checked out all of these writers what are you doing run don't walk etc #but Especially SJTrinitys webgott bc mmmm holy shit i Love under thunder and rain more than life and sifters like Hurts me in the best way

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i know I have been dead (in good and bad ways lol) but just to let you know I'm still working down here in the pit here is a tiny tiny bit of the rivers that I've been chained to for the last week (it's All sad !).

thank you for your patience babes ~

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Joe called back, watching her as she made her way quickly down the way and towards the corner, shutting the door only when he glimpsed the flashing lights of an approaching car in the bluish light. Pushing back a knowing smile, he shut the door tight, turning the lock with no small degree of relief before sighing heavily in resignation as the cat continued to yell at him from his expectant pose beside his dish.

Waving a hand at him, he instead made his way through the darkened first floor and back towards the stairs, taking them with measured steps as the cat followed him with interest, probably thinking the food was hiding in a different spot tonight. Betty’s words prodded over his tired brain, and he found himself prickling with slight trepidation as he reached the second landing, the lights in the bedroom off and the entire floor dark. 

Clearly she had spoken true if Web wasn’t in the mood to do his favorite thing in the world: turn on every light in the house.

Flicking the switch in the bathroom on, he was grateful for the light as it illuminated the familiar details of the hall; the bits and pieces of the second bedroom filled with its many books, looking much the same as he’d left it this morning when he’d hustled his way off to work with just a peck of a kiss over Web’s hair. Their bedroom door was cracked only the slightest bit, and he nudged it first with his foot like a potential explosive before easing it open enough to slip through with the cat still on his heels, eyes on the bed with growing unease. 

On the bed Web was curled over on his side with their flat pillow supporting his back, hands curled up near his face in the dark. He was still dressed in the clothes he must have worn to the hospital, the cuff on his left wrist still undone and the flesh there pale even in the dark, his posture stiff in his brace, probably no more comfortable with the cast gone than he had been the last few months. Slipping his shoes off, Joe chewed at his lip in thought, measuring the best way to approach before giving in to the one he ultimately preferred over the one he thought to be best as he crawled carefully atop the sheets, settling down against Web’s back with his hands easing over the other man’s side. 

Kissing dryly at the chilled shell of Web’s ear, he listened carefully for a change in his breathing but didn’t detect any, which meant that Web hadn’t been sleeping at all. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, keeping his voice soft, stomach giving and absent quiver at the thought that he’d been laying alone in the dark and not sleeping.

“Hi,” Web replied, keeping his face turned down towards the sheets even as Joe wrapped his arm further around his chest, pressing his fingers in the collar of his shirt and absorbing the warmth of his skin. “How was work?” he asked, voice a dull rasp as Joe touched him.

He didn’t want to share the news in this dark room, in this strange moment, and held his tongue for the time being even as the words fought to buzz straight out of his throat. “It was good. Long day,” he said simply, fingers moving along with a large sigh that seemed to stretch all the way through Web’s body, heavy with an unknown pain. “You doing okay?”

“Tired,” Web said, straight to the point, no emotion coloring the solid drop of his voice.

“Your head okay?”

“Yes.”

Skin burning with the wrongness of the situation, Joe tried to fight it off by pressing his nose to the other man’s hair, hoping the familiarity of the gesture would assuage the odd, sick tightness of his body as Web remained unmoving beside him. “You want anything?” he needled, all too aware that he was beginning to sound like his mother the more he pressed at a bruise.

Web exhaled hard, a quiet, annoyed sound. “No,” he said, voice beginning to move from hollow and dry to something far worse.

He hesitated, pressing his fingers in once more just to be sure that Web’s heart was actually beating and he wasn’t currently holding his ghost. “You sure?”

Groaning, Web finally moved, body wriggling out of Joe's range as easily as it could while still encumbered by the brace, breathing quick and shallow with the effort and with irritation. “Lieb, go away,” he forced, hand settling over his eyes as he went still once more, body curled as tight as it could feasibly be, as though trying to escape any trace of Joe’s presence. 

The rejection was swift and stinging, and he felt absurdly pained as he simply allowed himself to stare at him for a long, lingering moment. These moments had been coming regularly now, moments where Web seemed to want to jump right out of his skin at the barest trace of Joe touching him, moments where they were so acutely out of sync he marveled at the idea that they’d been able to be together this long. There was no way of accounting for them, save for the notion that Web struggled down in the deep dark of himself the way that Joe once did. The way he still could if light hit the wall in just a precise way, the way he could if he caught the rotten, acidic smell of apple orchards, of burning things.

He knew firsthand there was little another person could do when someone reached this point, save wait for it to abate, hold him tight, take care of the details at the periphery.

It didn’t make it any easier.

“Alright,” Joe said roughly, forcing himself to nod in acceptance, even if his jaw was tighter than drum skin. “You come down when you’re ready to eat,” he settled, unable to resist reaching out one last time to smooth his wayward curls back away from his face, relishing the last bit of his warmth as he drew it back towards himself, the spark of it dying in his palm as it moved like a flickering flame. Web allowed the touch, but didn’t move another muscle.

#webgott #~rivers~ #i found the groove with this section and the groove is movin

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Your burning inquiries, satiated. You're Welcome.

#words can't express how chaotic it gets in this one #rolling waves of insanity