kim: okay kitsuragi. get ur shit together. hes been out for two days. hes bound to wake up soon. what should i say? “thank you”? i mean, that goes without saying, but its not enough. “how are u feeling”? no, thats a dumb question. the answer is “bad”. should i just not say anything at all? wait till he speaks? wait no- knowing him, that might make him feel insecure. he needs something to hold onto… words to hold onto… right! his gun! didnt it have an encryption on it? right, yes— “sunrise parabellum” —thats perfect. short, poetic, and familiar. at least as familiar as someone in his condition could be. okay. cool. shit! okay hes waking up. okay, keep calm, lieutenant. wait till hes all there… okay, now.
kim: … sunrise parabellum….
kim: *nailed it*
harry: eeuuugghhh…. k-kiiiim…. where the ffffuck is ur pissfaggot jacket-
Being a Maker means when words won’t come, make something else.
So, I finished these socks that have been in my basket for months. They were a 2nd pair of the same colourway yarn because I had that much yarn left that I wasn’t doing anything with. I’m not wearing a scarf this bright. Colours this bright are for peeking out from under things as socks or camisoles or bralettes. (Yes. I’ve knitted those and they’re a blessing in the Winter. Might post pictures-not of me in them-of my favourites next time I’m stuck for words.)
Shown: right sock in front. It has dragonflies up the ankle. The left sock (in back) has the same thing going on over the ankle, but you’re looking at the inside of the ankle.
That’s all.
Now back to our regularly scheduled nonsense.
BTW: Socks designed by Summer Lee, and the thing that made me need to make these things, other than the technique to knit the butterflies, was the Latvian Braid at the top, because it’s magical to do.
i said id post it so heres the start cus i got shy. i can't write fics that i feel confident in BUT i sure can think up some corny and fun prompts i think, so heres my. something. or other. if anyone wants to use this as reference to write a fic i will explode (positive) & maybe share the rest of what i drew hhghghghgh
never forget that Joyce, Hopper, and Murray took Alexei to the hospital after he was shot and he recovered entirely besides a little scar and he became an american citizen and now he lives with Murray and he drinks a lot of (cherry) slurpees and watches a lot of cartoons and keeps his stuffed Woody Woodpecker on his bed and every so often he calls Robin so she can practice her Russian and he can practice his English and he loves the kids and sends them money Murray hid (albeit not well) “specifically for emergencies” on their birthdays and he goes to joyce and hopper’s for dinner every other sunday and everyone calls him uncle alyosha and he and dustin build “machinas” together and he helps El with her math homework and
Holy shit, is the bleed from Candela Obscura just...basically magical radiation??? Or like, just straight up radiation?????
If just being exposed to it (not even having to touch it directly) is enough to weaken the human body (because they take a bleed mark when they get too close to it),
if there's a chance that prolonged exposure to copious amounts of it could mutate you (or start disintegrating you) in some shape or form like when they take a scar after getting four bleed marks,
and if it had a hand in the straight up obliteration of an entire civilization because the people were trying to use it to gain power and then ended up suffering direct damage from it as well as creatures mutated by it (and the bleed and its mutated creatures are still around to fuck with the citizens of the new civilization)