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grickle14 · 2 days
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Memories.
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kybercrystals94 · 2 days
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Sounds Like Him
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Angstpril 2024 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: Ghost of You
Rated: G | Words: 435 | Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their lost brother. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair 
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Wrecker groggily wakes to the sound of sure fingers typing. “Go to sleep, Tech,” he grumbles, turning over in the pull down bunk to face the wall. 
The typing stops abruptly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Crosshair’s voice. Not Tech’s. Never Tech’s. 
Tech is dead. 
Wrecker rolls to his back, stares at the bunk above him. “Sorry,” he says. 
Crosshair makes a scoffing noise. “What for? I woke you up.”
“I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”
Crosshair is quiet for a few moments, and Wrecker isn’t sure he’s going to answer, and then, “Hunter types like a newborn blurrg’s first steps.” 
Wrecker barks out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at his brother. Crosshair smirks back at him. 
“I missed you, Cross,” Wrecker says. “A whole lot.” He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly feeling sentimental, but the words need to be said. 
He misses Tech. Every day. 
But he also missed Crosshair. 
Every day.  
Crosshair blinks at him, smile dropping. He glances away. “I missed you too.” 
Wrecker sits up, ducking his head so he doesn’t hit it on the upper bunk. He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “Did Omega ever tell you about Tech winning a pod race?”
A half shrug and a nod. “A little. No details, but I got the gist of it.” 
“You should’ve seen him,” Wrecker says, becoming animated. “He was the craziest racer there.” 
Crosshair chuckles. “You sound surprised.” 
“Nah,” Wrecker says. “Just proud of him.” 
His little brother hums. “I would’ve liked to see that,” Crosshair mumbles, looking down at the data pad gone idle in his lap. He pecks one finger at the screen, igniting it to life, but he doesn’t do anything else with it. “There’s a lot of things I should’ve been here for.”
Wrecker swallows, but only lets his silence agree. 
“Maybe,” Crosshair continues once the quiet between them has settled, “you can tell me what happened…with the pod race.”
Wrecker grins so big it hurts. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted to share this story with Crosshair. All the details, even the ones he and Tech and Omega had carefully left out when reporting to Hunter and Echo. 
“Well,” Wrecker says, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.” 
Crosshair rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Well, that’s obvious,” he snarks. 
And kriff, if he doesn’t sound just like Tech when he says it. 
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@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, less than a week left of Angstpril! But that also means less than a week until the end of the Bad Batch 😭 I'm not ready!!
And I'm posting this story before the second to last episode airs just in case it ruins me emotionally....eeeeeep!
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malakhim · 13 hours
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today was wonderful. i went out for tea with friends and ate rosemary toast covered in jam.
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s0larize · 17 hours
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arieefineart · 3 days
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Weight of the world by Ariee
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crystallinedust · 1 day
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Search for me where life comes off the bones.
Find me where the heart gets filled with memories, where love lives among the flowers, and pain lives between the sighs.
Follow me where the light dances with death and the soul discovers eternity.
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lectora08 · 2 days
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Tú si querías que fuera yo, pero yo quería que no fuera nadie.
(Y no sabes como me arrepiento de que no fueras tú)
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chermess · 2 days
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Look at... ???????!!!! 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️
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simomagicsoul · 2 days
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Let's create memories that will last a lifetime, In a world that's wild, in a world that's sublime, just you and I, hand in hand, side by side, together we'll conquer, with love as our guide.
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reesestshirt · 4 months
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When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.
To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.
And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.
For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.
We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.
Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.
I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.
I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’
Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.
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sleepy-bebby · 2 years
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feral-ballad · 6 months
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Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”
[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]
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classycookiexo · 7 months
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celesse · 4 months
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Auld lang syne 🐰💗🐰
Here's to more happy memories in the year to come!
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