#Countdowns

[pumpkintheapplepie]

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#fall #autumn #halloween #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #halloween aesthetic #fall blog #october #september 30 #halloween countdown #halloween countdowns #countdown #countdowns

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Hypnovember Day 14: Impossibly Deep

Ooooo I had fun with this one y'all. A nice countdowny confusion induction, plenty of finger snaps for you pervs.

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #my audio #induction #countdowns #finger snaps #confusion induction #idk math #math lady.jpg #sol's hypnovember 2023

[lovecolibri]

Well. I started. Stopped. Panicked because I had to decide if I was going to do alternating POV before I could move forward. Started again. Left to eat. Came back. And overall wrote about 1800 words. Here, have some of the unedited mess that is subject to change any time in the next year it will probably take me to finish writing this.

*throws two fic snippet and runs away*

Buck

New Recruit (“Eddie” his brain helpfully supplies before he shoves the thought away, damming his perfect recall memory) is nodding along and Buck turns to glare a bit at Bobby for bringing that up. Bobby just looks at him with a deep (“fatherly” his brain again tries to supply before he shuts it down, harshly) concern that Buck doesn’t quite know what to do with, and shrugs like Buck’s health is more important than Buck getting back on the team.

Buck firmly disagrees. He’d rather go out in a blaze of glory, than sit at home, wasting away to nothing, his only purpose ended before it truly began. He sees Bobby’s eyes narrow slightly as if he’s heard Buck’s thoughts, or maybe just read them in the pleading look on Buck’s face. But just as Bobby’s mouth opens to say something, a hand claps on his shoulder and a firm “Thank you, Cap. I’ve got the chart and the briefing, I think Mr. Buckley and I can take it from here,” echoes through the room.

Buck’s eyes narrow again at the casual use of “Cap” from some newbie, while Bobby’s mouth closes into a firm line. However, Bobby just nods and gives Buck a shoulder squeeze before turning to head out of the med-bay.

He’s stopped short when he opens the door to find a startled Hen and Chim on the other side, clearly having been listening in.

“Dr. Wilson, Dr. Han, those ballons and streamers aren’t going to hang themselves. Back to work!” Bobby says, with a clap of his hands that startles Hen and Chim from trying to see around his shoulders to size up whatever is happening in the med-bay lobby.

Buck tries to stifle a snort at the sight, the (now limp) ballon Chim is still holding, and arm covered in strips of tape making a matching ridiculous picture with the dangling rolls of streamers lining both of Hen’s arms, their chagrined faces looking more like scolded 3rd graders than brilliant scientists with doctorate degrees.

A steady line of heat appears at his side, and he hears a voice in a quiet undertone with a hint of a smile question, “Are they always this nosey?” Buck can’t hold in a small chuckle at the scolding from Bobby following Hen and Chim out of the doorway and down the hall. He replies “Worse, usually,” in the same conspiratorial tone before he glances to the side in time to see a small smile bloom on the face next to him and remembers he’s sworn to hate the man.

*****

2. Eddie

“What the hell do you mean he didn’t clear me?!”

Buck’s voice is too loud and bordering on panic, an accusatory finger pointed in Eddie’s direction. He folds his arms and tries to keep his face impassive, but it’s honestly hard to watch someone’s heart breaking in front of you.

“Buck, breathe, you are not being benched, you’re not being kicked off the team, just take a seat and listen.” Bobby’s voice is soothing, his movements measured like he’s trying to settle a frightened animal. Buck’s eyes are wide and almost unseeing, a look Eddie recognizes from his time overseas, and he feels another little crack inside at how lost this man he barely just met seems. He himself knows all about being lost and looking for a team. A family. Knows all about breaking down and lashing out when it’s taken from you.

Bobby finally corrals Buck to a bench in the locker room, sitting next to him, arm across the young man’s shoulders holding him to his side, as Buck sobs once into the hands over his face.

“But I passed,” Buck says, voice breaking on the word. He looks up with huge, glassy eyes, face open and heartbroken, and Eddie has to grit his teeth and call up all his resolve to not take back his professional, medical opinion. That Buck isn’t ready.

“I passed the physical exam, Bobby! I passed with flying colors, and I even beat the record on the timed course. MY record that set at the academy!”

He’s looking angrier now, pulling away from Bobby’s arm around his shoulder, and hopping up to pace around the small space. Eddie doesn’t miss the skip-step Buck makes on his bad leg when he jumps up too fast and that more than anything steels his resolve.

“Yes, Buck. You passed the physical exam and set a record on the timed course. You were also limping by the time you got home,” Bobby replies and Eddie himself flinches at the hurt look Buck shoots at Bobby.

“Who told you- oh. Maddie,” Buck sighs out, resigned, and Eddie feels an unfamiliar and entirely unexpected twinge of *something* at the name of this mystery woman that clearly is around Buck enough to have monitored his condition and noticed something he’s sure Buck would have tried to hide. He firmly puts that feeling into a box in his mind without inspecting it too closely.

Bobby nods. “Maddie,” and he pats the bench next to him. Buck collapses on it like a puppet with its strings cut.

Buck swallows hard and looks up at Eddie, and Eddie tucks the image of Buck’s tilted chin, bobbing throat, and teary eyes into the same box with the strange feeling.

“Why-“ Buck stops to clear his throat, wipe his eyes and straighten up. “Why didn’t you clear me?” he asks. He looks steadier, like he can hear the answer now without completely losing it, grounded by Bobby’s hand on his shoulder and Eddie aches a little. He puts that feeling in another, different box.

“Well, Buck,” he says, sharp on the “b”, the tone putting some steel back in Buck’s eyes which Eddie feels far more prepared to deal with than the kicked puppy look. “There’s swelling around the incision site, some localized dermatitis, the aforementioned pain after exertion that’s documented in my briefing notes, and I noticed some mild joint pain today during your exam.”

Eddie…Eddie tries not to think back on the exam. The way Buck was so tense at first but slowly relaxed as Eddie maneuvered his limbs, how Buck was so responsive to his commands even if he was a little bratty about it, it all gets frantically shoved into The Box.

Buck has the kicked puppy look again and Eddie sighs internally.

“But-but you said everything looked so good!”

“It does look good Buck. Your injury was not that long ago and overall, you are in incredible condition after the ordeal you suffered.”

“Then why?”

“Because “looking good for the time out from injury” and “looking good enough to get back into hardcore body stress test chambers” are two different things.”

“I-“

Eddie holds up a hand to stop whatever spiel Buck is about to go off on, not the least because he’s afraid Buck just might be able to convince him, if only to stop him from looking so sad.

“I want to work with you in the gym starting tomorrow morning, first thing. We will do pre and post workout check-ups, plus an end of day check-up. Any testing you are involved in will be pre-approved by me, again with pre and post check-ups. If there is any lifting, or strenuous movement during your regular daily activities, I will need to be there to supervise and I will need to supervise any regular exercise regime you do while you’re here.”

Buck is looking more and more angry as Eddie speaks and something loosens in his spine he wasn’t even aware he was tensing, already prepared to battle more begging. The anger was easier, more familiar. Eddie could handle anger.

“So you’re here to be my babysitter?” Buck asks, incredulous and looking between Eddie and Bobby defiantly. “Great. Just great,” and with that, Buck storms out of the locker room.

Eddie looks after him, then back at Bobby. “Sorry, sir. I wasn’t sure what else to do with him that wouldn’t require totally benching him from the project.”

Bobby lets out a long-suffering sigh that only a father can make, and claps Eddie on the shoulder on his way past.

“I trust you made the right call, and honestly, I’d rather have him here where his workouts and progress are kept up with by one person instead of shuffled off to whoever is in that day.”

It sounds a lot like “I’d rather have him home where I can keep an eye on him” and Eddie doesn’t know what to do with that.

Bobby looks a little harried but still gives Eddie a tired smile. “Come on, the cake will be here by now, and the carbs and sugar should help Buck’s mood. I’m sure he’ll be over it in no time.”

Eddie isn’t so sure, but the buzzing sound of people and low music is drifting in from the main lobby area and Eddie feels the pull of “team”, “family”, “belonging” and wants it with an ache so deep it almost scares him. He forces a smile back at Bobby and follows him down the hall.

This is a job to pay for what Christopher needs, without being in a warzone and nothing more. None of these people would want him if they really knew him. Knew what a mess he was. Internally, he opens another box in which to put all the wanting.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #countdowns #sleeping at last anon #SaL anon look! I worked on it!

[xxradzxx]

7 DAYS UNTIL MY FIRST CONCERT OF 2024!!

#Countdowns #Raddix rambles

[snowflakesonchristmas]

#christmas #days until christmas #christmas music #christmas countdown #holiday #merry christmas #happy #christmas songs #snow #december #countdown to christmas #countdowns #bing crosby

[twistedtummies2]

The Problem With Making Lists...

...Is that you have to update them. Because time changes, and people with it. In my case, with my pred crush lists, my mood can shift a lot in a very small amount of time. Characters I had/have major crushes on can drop down, and new crushes can blossom at any time. Plus, what makes a good CRUSH won’t always make a good SCENE or STORY, and vice-versa. XD I’m saying all this because I’m in a bind with my list of Big Bad Wolf pred crushes. I’m considering updating it again, adding someone new to the ranks...but that inevitably means one of the wolves on the countdown will have to drop out entirely, and I don’t really feel like doing that. I guess I could just make it a Top 16, but...I dunno. Who does THAT weirdness, right? LOL I could also go all the way to 20, but I feel like at that point I’m really pushing it, for various reasons. Ah, well. We’ll see what I do. If anything. :P

#random post #kink-related #pred crushes #big bad wolves #big bad wolf #lists #countdowns #curse my mercurial mind #seriously #i'm like the floyd of kinks #brain just changes every second #bah

[mumblelard]

my advent chocolates lasted until the twelfth this year. i am usually a seven on the advent chocolates scale

#time to update the special skills section of my cv #dice #desks #volcanoes #window sills #calendars #countdowns #time feels all moons #eileen #mugs #builders tea #chocolates #lucky bamboo #happy solstice imaginary constructs #end of messages

[busyasabbey]

#My life #Countdowns #Love #Emily #It's a surprise

[flawless-imperfections]

the whole world stares up in wonder at the night sky 🌌

#vibe with me #countdowns #sleeping at last #relaxing music #soothing music #calming music #sleep music #2023 #Spotify

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[pumpkintheapplepie]

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#fall #autumn #halloween #october #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #halloween aesthetic #fall blog #autumn blog #halloween countdown #halloween countdowns #countdown #countdowns #september 28

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Should be as is, 11 at the most days. At the least, 6 more.

#Countdowns #thoughts #Season thoughts #Spring vibes #old world vibes #spring has sprung

[lovecolibri]

WIP Wednesday

Coming in late, but I tagged by the lovely @elvensorceress and couldn't just NOT do something! Thank you! I wasn't sure I was going to keep this, since I hadn't set the timeline yet, but I think I will. So enjoy this little unedited side story moment I just wrote from Countdowns about Maddie coming to LA.

*Meanwhile, at a diner somewhere in the desert Southwest*

“Wait, can you turn that up? Please?” the woman at the counter asks. She’d been polite but quiet and touch skittish. Louise knew the type and gave Rocko at the grill a heads up to keep an eye out for trouble. It wouldn’t be the first, or sadly the last time a scared woman on the run was lured into the warmth of the diner near the bus stop, but that’s why Louise was here. Ol’ Mitch had been there when she’d needed a safe place for a meal, and now her and Rocko got to be the safe place for everyone else. They were ready for trouble if it came calling.

The woman is leaning forward, straining to see the story on the TV perched high in the corner of the room. Apparently some kind of bomb at a NASA rover demonstration was all it took to remove the skittish fear from the woman’s face and replace it with horror and an almost motherly concern.

Louise turns the TV up just as the camera zooms in closer on the young man with his leg trapped beneath the rover. The camera may not be close, and may be more focused on someone in what looks to be a bomb vest, but the yell the kid lets out as he tries to move still manages to come through, faint but clear. The woman gasps with her hand over her mouth and her eyes glassy with tears.

“He’s all alone,” is the first thing she says. Followed quickly by “Crush injuries are really tricky, he doesn’t-he doesn’t have much time, they need to get him out of there.”

Louise looks her over, then narrows her eyes at the screen and the hurt young man, knowing full well the bus that comes through has a route out of LA.

“Girl,” she says, gently, but firmly. “If he’s alright leaving marks like that on anyone,” gesturing to the woman’s wrist that had crept free from her jacket sleeves in her distress and distraction, “then maybe he deserves to get a foot crushed under a hunk of metal. No need to go running back for that.”

The woman’s head snaps over to Louise before she glances down and tugs her sleeve back into place. “No, that’s not-he’s-,” she sighs, looking worriedly back at the TV and chewing her lip while listening to the news anchor’s report and the repeat of what little information is available. “That’s my little brother,” she finally whispers, looking heartbroken. “That’s not who I was running from, it’s who I was running to.”

Ahhhh. The lightbulb clicks for Louise and she makes a soothing noise before going to grab a mug and murmur something to Rocko, returning with a steaming cup of lemon tea to place in front of the woman who takes it with a grateful smile, wrapping her hands around the cup to feel the warmth.

The diner is mostly empty so they sit together and watch the news unfold, the woman, Maddie as she introduced herself, wiping away tears when the bomber was disarmed and people swarmed to her brother, one woman kneeling next to him and holding his hand for comfort. Louise had to hand her a tissue when the small group of men around the rover couldn’t get it to budge and the kid, Evan, Maddie called him, screamed at the minute shifts in the weight pressing on him. She had to grab them both tissues when suddenly a barricade was moved and bystanders poured in to help, managing to lift the rover enough for the paramedics to slide the kid free and bundle him into an ambulance.

It's not until the camera follows the ambulance pulling away that Maddie looks around as if waking from a dream. “I-I need to go, I need to see when the next bus is coming, I have to get to LA as soon as possible,” she says as she starts to gather her things.

Rocko, with impeccable timing as always, pokes his head through the service window along with a pair of steaming breakfast specials. “Order up, and ride has arrived!” He shouts, just as a tall, broad woman walks through the door with a jingle of the bells overhead.

“I heard someone needed to get to LA in a hurry?” the woman calls out.

Maddie looks up, startled, and then turns to Louise. Louise just grabs the plats setting one in front of the new woman and the other in front of Maddie with a shrug. “Figured you might be anxious to get to your brother after all that, so I had Rocko get on the CB and see who was available.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly-“ Maddie starts to object but Louise waves her off.

“Lots of lost, scared women come through these bus stops out here. And Ruth,” she says, gesturing to the new woman who gives Maddie a nod before shoveling another giant bite of eggs and hashbrown into her mouth, “is a good friend with a big truck, a lead foot, and route directly to LA.”

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Maddie replies and Louise just smiles and pushes the plate closer.

“Nothing to say, darlin’. Now eat up so you’ll be ready to hit the road and take care of that brother of yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Maddie replies with a tired and strained but genuine smile. Louise nods at her one last time and walks off to make her coffee rounds for the few other patrons, stopping to tap the St. Christopher medal by the register and offer up a prayer for Maddie and Ruth, and for the young man hundreds of miles away being rushed through LA traffic to the hospital.

#911 #buddie fic #countdowns #maddie buckley #i put canon events into my little AU blender #not sure where this all came from and it certainly wasn't supposed to be this long #but it kinda just...did what it wanted to #ANYWAY #louise and rocko run a diner and keep an eye out for vulnerable people needing help #just like they were helped by the owner before them #ruth loves making her truck cab a safe space for people who don't have one because it was her safe space first #i also apologize because i'm the world's slowest writer and this fic is going to be a monster for me #but i'm very excited about it and hope i can do justice to the story i see in my head

[velinxi]

Maybe we would've been friends in another life...

[Characters from CTC]

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[snowflakesonchristmas]

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[224bbaker]

Fun Fact: in one month (1/1/23), all Sherlock Holmes stories hit the public domain and the Conan Doyle Estate can't do shit! I say this for absolutely no reason but also congrats in advance to the happy couple.

#sherlock holmes #countdown #john watson #bbc sherlock #acd holmes #granada holmes #enola holmes #johnlock