Lucy, about motor city machine guns being So from detroit: i mean, even ohioans have a limit. you don't see ohioan wrestlers doing that.
me: Lucy, there's a wrestling stable called 44OH
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in the grand tradition of envisioning characters i like in sad situations (coughing. lucycore), a bit that came to mind while doing yard work
He’s not gonna make it, daddy, she sniffles down the line to him—and Colin immediately knows how bad it is. She barely calls him that anymore, being nearly middle-aged and not the little girl he used to boost into a Cessna on weekends; if she’s calling him that, the situation must be dire.
He sighs, leans back in his desk chair, and pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s not the comfy affair he had when he had overseen a fleet of Airbuses all those years ago, but it serves its purpose out here in the airfield where he first worked, and taught his daughter to fly. But his thoughts are on more important things than the discomfort of his desk chair, the instructing job he has somehow managed to cling to despite being older than all the FIs there.
It had been a sentiment unshared with anyone, throughout the years he’d served as Air Caledonian’s chief pilot, but a persistent one nevertheless—Colin had always hoped his subordinates would outlive him.
And there was the problem, wasn’t it? Herc—for all Colin’s attempts to remember that he was a contemporary despite his low-seniority start, even though the man had remained in the commercial flying business for longer than Colin had, never mind the role he had played in mentoring his daughter—was still a subordinate. Still Colin’s responsibility, still one of his own. After all these years.
Dad, his girl’s voice shakes him out of it. Daddy? Are you there?
He hastens to reassure her. I’m here, Linda. I’m sorry. Just…thinking. It’s clear that there’s a lot of uncertainty here, but at least one thing isn’t: Colin wants to see Herc again, before—
Daddy, we need to see him, she says. I don’t know—Carolyn doesn’t know—
You’ve read my mind, my girl. You’re right, of course. He reaches over to his desk calendar, raises it to look at the current month, the lessons he has planned, trying to figure out what they can do. What do you think? Shall we fly in separately or…?
That would be quickest, she replies. I could try and secure a seat into Bristol…unless…
He waits for his daughter to explain; when she doesn’t, he gently prompts, Unless?
Unless…would you mind picking me up? she asks uncertainly. It’s just—it’s Bristol. I don’t know how I could handle it, I…I sound so silly, dad, I’m sorry…
Linda. Bairnie, don’t apologize. His voice is firm. With a career so tied to place—little wonder her feelings are everywhere at once, unwilling to fly into a place that holds so many memories, that she probably still remembers like the back of her hand in context with people and times long gone, a life so different to her current one. I don’t mind at all. We can fly directly into their airfield if that wouldn’t be too hard for you—their facilities were quite good, from what I recall.
Yes. That’s…better. Linda sounds relieved. Thank you, dad. It’s just—it’s Herc.
Of course, darling, he returns down the line. I know. It’s—the same for me, as well.
She sniffles again. I have to go. Text me more please?
Colin smiles, though he knows his daughter can’t see it—it’s a sad one, though, its usual brightness tempered by the fact of what they’ll be doing together, of the anticipatory grief they share. I will. I love you.
I love you, daddy.
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the reddit upvotes and comments begin to arrive. she will be annihilated. her life is irrevocably ruined, and she is about to lose everyone and everything she loves. i did it. i did this to her.
the wolf’s jaws close. rick shoves himself into conrad. billie sings.
i move the vibrator aside.
i come, violently, beneath my hand. )
a woman finding pleasure in ruining someone's life? that's my favorite awful woman!
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thank you @xoshepard for tagging me :)
on pinterest search [your name + core], post six pictures and tag six people (sorry I am breaking the chain here fjdks)
I cannot tell you how difficult it was to fine 6 pictures that fit into my aesthetic; the people in the lucycore tag are absolutely deranged
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