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Sam | 30s | any pronouns | @kitain for doodles and on AO3

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starting to complain about something and then realizing that you have the power to improve it

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Their barbarous [just a guy]

My blessed [just a guy]

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happy month, fellow slurs.

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You ever meet a creature that is just so shaped?

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Come What May Challenge

Instead of writing something new for the @come-what-may-challenge prompts I sorta took it as a kick in the butt to work on some WIPs, and it's been working quite delightfully! Here's what's been cooking:

Borrowed

Finally he stood before Vic’s drawer in the dresser and decided that the Marine wouldn’t mind if he borrowed one of his tees. Because that was a good conversation, a very nice conversation. Gunny probably hadn’t even heard the unintentional hail mary at the end there. He said he was hanging up, right? And even if he had heard it Tiner could explain it away, laugh it off maybe? Tiner pressed the USMC shirt to his face and his body finally took the hint. Everything was fine.

Light

AJ heaved a sigh and after a moment Tiner confirmed that the kid was indeed asleep. As he lay him back in his crib, Gunny poked his head around the corner. Tiner smiled broadly at him and pointed to the light switch. Gunny flipped it off and watched Tiner gently withdraw from the crib, both of their hearts stopping briefly as AJ made a noise of complaint, but luckily didn’t wake. They scuttled out to the hall and gently shut the door. It wasn’t a particularly roomy hallway, but Gunny had just enough presence of mind to keep from crowding against the other man. Barely. He cleared his throat.

Tender

Gunny’s couch was too big, so it didn’t scrunch them in quite like Tiner liked, but he managed to pull Gunny’s legs around him snug enough and the sensation of rightness swelled up in him once more. Breaking through the worry for good, just the comfort and near-pain of that tender fondness as he looked at Gunny and thought, once more, I love you.

Reckoning

When the cab disgorged him onto the street in front of Gunny’s building at nearly 2200, Tiner finally began reckoning with his complete lack of plan. The whole evening he’d felt late, anxious to be done, and instead of thinking, had just moved, until here he was. Gunny was only kind of expecting him, and showing up at his door, unannounced, on a Friday? Should he find a payphone? Try to catch the cab and go home? About the only upside was that Gunny’s windows faced the alley, so he’d never see him skulking down here.

And from a really old WIP that we finally got past a blockage:

Salt

Jason nodded, collected the shots from the bar, and handed him one. Then he licked the back of his hand, not unlike a cat, salted it. Vic reached for the shaker, but Jason’s hand closed around his fingers, pulling the hand to his mouth. Vic forgot how to breathe as Jason licked a wide, hot stripe between his thumb and forefinger. Half thought he’d black out as the man tipped the salt cellar over the saliva, and set a lime wedge between his buzzing fingers. Vic took a strangled breath. Heat, heavy and wet, suffused his cheeks, pressed his throat tight, sent a shiver across his skin.

Honey

“Oh, honey,” Jason purred condescendingly beside Vic’s ear, “this is only three fingers.” 

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Part two! (continuing to chug along on ye olde WIP)

hidden

And by the end of the conversation, Gunny’d mostly talked himself into the job. That if the Corps was gonna keep him, this’d be the way to do it. He just wasn’t quite sure he wanted to be kept. If he was still enlisted, he was back to square one. Keeping the mess hidden until he could escape for the occasional brief release. But maybe if he could keep Jason somehow, it could be worth it.

orbit

Where it’d seemed like everything was starting to pull together into a steady orbit, now he felt yanked in a hundred directions. Surprise and hurt and confusion and embarrassment. The whole time Jason had known Vic was military, and hadn’t said anything about himself? Should Vic have known? Could he have?

silver

There was a temptation to call the whole thing—the job, the trial, Tiner—something like a miracle. Seeing him then had been an omen, but a good one, a silver lining to the whole affair. Proof that Vic was going the right way. The fact that they’d all coalesced into a single place should by rights make things easier. Both of them, well, presumably, interested in the same thing, running along the same tracks, with the same sword hanging over each of them.

smoke

And as the blood rushed back into his hands, the spiral of confused emotion didn’t, or not exactly. He felt flushed out, and god could he use a smoke... But at least there was distance now, the heaviness of limb and the sluggish pace of thought putting his anxieties at a remove.

static

Unfortunately, it’s not like that feeling was particularly uncommon, especially lately. At least here, leaving JAG, it was easy to fall back on procedure, let Gunny drive. Respond politely to the colonel, confirm their meeting for next week, knock off a salute here and there as he headed back to the Bronco. But once he’d pulled the door closed, it felt like he’d slipped out of radio range, head filling with static.

music

He registered vaguely that the radio was on, stabbed the power button and the music cut out. It didn’t feel any quieter. With a growl he started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

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[Maniacal bob belcher laughter] I did it I finished!!

Open

But his thoughts kept pulling back to that night, the next morning. The feeling of unfinished business. An open docket in the inbox.

Secret

By now it was routine, calling from the phone in the day room. And maybe he’d gotten a little careless, but in the enlisted barracks you had to fake a degree of privacy even out in the open. Imagine it for yourself and tune out your fellow bachelors, to keep from going crazy. Plus it’s not like he ever talked directly about anything—honestly the worst it’d gotten was talking about the trial and that was no great secret.

Glass

Til...all this it’d felt like Vic was in charge of it, but now...maybe he was on the other side of the glass. Maybe it had a hold on him.

Fire

Jason’s low chuckle was like the crackle of a hearthfire.

Window

So much for shutting the window on that heat (always pushing, this guy). Vic tried again.

Underground

The pull he felt to keep chatting, the thrill of getting to talk to him like this, even if they had to keep it wrapped up, underground, was powerful. But the receiver was solid in his hand. Hardwired to the day room, the barracks, the job, the UCMJ.

Feral

Jason’s eyes gleamed half-feral, pleased, “I promised I wouldn’t get you in trouble–” then he was dropping the phone back to the cradle and standing to attention. The ghost of the aching, perfect pantomime dancing in his eyes as the admiral’s voice crackled over the intercom

Grace

By the time the morning light could grace the spare walls of Vic’s regulation hovel, the dark of night had taken its toll.

Crimson

Vic swallowed hard, glanced furtively to the door, to the bullpen, by some miracle managed to keep his jaw from hanging open. Worried he’d be blushing crimson by the time he was due in with the admiral.

Golden

Because without having to look at the guy all day long, with the karmic scales of his service once more balanced...he’d be golden. Right?

Paper

But he just slid down to his biceps, squeezing appreciatively, “You get these pushing paper?” Jason managed, half-breathless, “I’ve got hobbies.”

Thread

The hiss of static across the line was roaring, no longer a yoke to the world, the reality that wanted to keep Vic from what he wanted. Suddenly it was a thread binding him to Jason, dragging him back into that warmth.

Quiet

Aside from the lack of light and a quiet sort of hunger, the first thing he really registered was that his back was cold. It sent a chill of, what, disappointment? through him. Putting him in mind of empty beds and lonely mornings.

Ruin

Drunk instead on this. The sweat disappearing into the collar of Jason’s shirt. The way his eyes tracked heavily across him, and always that grin. Several times Vic thought about ducking in to kiss him, but it’d ruin the view.

Crooked

Tongues and hand slipping deep at the same time. That knuckle, crooked finger whatever, wide, insistent.

Honest

Jason’s head tipped, and after a moment’s pause he murmured, “I know, I got a couple minutes, honest—Admiral’s still on line two. Would you?”

Bone

He hung up and collapsed, not just bone tired, heavy, defeated. Mumbled into Vic’s collar, “It’s 11:35. I guess I gotta get going.”

Silk

Tiner nodded and Harriet pulled the jumper aside a little further. It brought her back to high school, her stupider days. (There were more silk scarves in her past than were strictly fashion choices.) Not this bad maybe.

Unspoken

Keeping his reluctance unspoken, Vic said, “I better hang up.”

I couldn't get "divulged" in there naturally enough and seeing as it was intended to be an either/or and I both'd every other time I'm giving myself a break lmao. Oh, I also did very much cheat and use words I'd already written >_>;; (I liked the words so much, probably because they were very my lexicon lol). Anyway I'm SO pleased I finally crossed this one off the WIP list!!! [proceeds to immediately load up a new WIP that wasn't a WIP because it was just in notes but NOW!!!]

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Being misgendered as a pedestrian when you’re on a bike is SO INFURIATING.

I am a VEHICLE!!!! You are making the roads unsafe by acting in an unpredictable manner in this busy intersection I hate you!!

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Pride merch started dropping awhile back and I have not stopped thinking about these socks. Like rainbow capitalism whatever—THESE?

The only indication they’re pride merch is under your foot??? Hidden in your shoe? Nothing says ‘pride’ like ‘I hope no one knows my socks are gay’

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Is there an anonymous mail forwarding service. Like I wanna send physical gifts without doxing anyone.

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Happy pride my photos app thinks I’m a brand new person since I cut my hair off.

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*save as draft*

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I legit needed to hear this

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Hey if you ever feel like no one cares about your fic just know that I re-read a 20-year-old fic at least once a week and it has inspired thousands of word sof my own fic.

It’s from a 25 y/o fandom.

It’s a 5k one-shot.

It is the rarest of rarepairs.

It’s one of three fics in existence.

Someone somewhere somewhen cares!!

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Boots ep 5

okay this one was actually good tho.

Yeah hell yeah this is what I'm talking about! In media res bullshit, another boot's POV I'm SEATED.

Mom's hair continues to make me insane. Like it can be limp, that's okay, but she must at LEAST have bangs what the hell kinda 90s are you living in. wait oh my GOD is she already wearing a wig?? What are you DOING to me. (also where's the other son in the last couple eps, is he gonna blow the deception or what) Also lol there's no pic of Cam in the uniform since he's in boot lol. Like even if he's alive, you might be able to explain that away but you're risking looking like even more of a faker?? What's the story of how he died? In boot?? Do you count as a marine mother??

The goodboy corps.... U_U we're fucked. I do think Cam is too swole for a scrawny twink boot, but okay.

Okay FOR REAL who directed this episode b/c HEART EYES. They're nailing it???? What changed to make it happen holy shit (also lol sullivan/cope clawing at me shut UP look he just needs to clear his head a little it's fine they can keep it low-key, he'll only call him good boy once, maybe twice...) I can't imagine shooting from seated like this woof. I assume it's stable and repeatable but damn.

LMFAO whatever it's the pairs, right? I'm a sucker for pairs, force that proximity, oooh you wanna hate each other so bad but you don't. I must repeat the shirts tucked into boxers makes me insane. Ough if its epilepsy.... (How are they finding the holes btw, there's no fresh sheet on top of the target at all? Am I blind? Also are they shooting WITH the marker in place? that seems ill-advised. ETA: okay they're taping the holes to prevent the light from getting through, that makes sense, and I guess they were doing that during the targets and they do leave the marker in place....sometimes...fascinating)

"Who are you" wow ur one to talk bro (I am RIVETED) (This is, unfortunately EXTREMELY propaganda lmao, but what an interesting way to do it.) If the whole show was this it woulda been renewed, military should abso be going after the gay lads. (SSGT is honestly enough propaganda on his own because godddammmmmn) Look the inner cameron is still confused af but—

A MAJOR?? Is that the bf?? damn boy you fuuuucked up. Oh and he is soooo bad at lying RIP gayboy. (And fajardo knows?! lmfao they just up and specify sodomy?? was that in the UCMJ??? ough i am HOWLING. French ass "non" about being a homosexual, that's how u kno he gay U_U Removing his blouse and then just straight strips out of undershirt too, she didn't ask that asshole. But also lol. Are his titties incriminating, they have pap shots of his nips. Or I guess the tattoo is identifying enough (the fact that you can semper fi your partner instead of/in addition to the corps is real cute btw lol, never not a sucker for that shit) Fajardo like, that's MY twelve year old gayboy you're sexually harassing. (oh FUck it is epilepsy isn't it, it's gonna be flashing lights? gdi epilepsy is so hard bro..... (damn shooting within one point of another man? what're you gay?)

BLEHHHHhh. =(

Peak TV how the fuck did they trip over their dicks into this one, huh? The needledrop is perfect??

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I love dandelions!

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair

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i am going to suck you off! *puts in plastic vampire teeth and gives you the worst blowjob imaginable*

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Boots ep 4

I liked this one!

Like the lack of subtlety is fitting for this scene happening once in a movie, maybe twice, but again, we're at ep 4 here and the DI is blowing up based on his personal feelings twice a day... Man and now I can't keep Santos and Nash straight? Too pretty this guy U_U

Like wouldn't this be so much funnier as an hour and a half police academy movie?? LOL oh love the sw fakeout lmfao. Ohhhh the lighting is sooooo good. Okay see, the Tierney comparison is valid here I think. Like maybe we have the material we just need to recut it. Make it a bit more of an anthology of the characters. It would be perfectly valid to have silly fanfare music from the perspective of Hicks, or even Slovacek who're here cause everything's a game to win. And then you've got the Nash/Cope/Mom episodes that are more serious, but still kid stuff in terms of like, what do I wanna be when I grow up. And then Sullivan with the grownup life-or-death that contextualizes his whole deal as the episode 6 serious stuff. So: Cope, funny, funny, nash/cope, mom/cope, serious, cope, funny. (WHICH I admit is whiplash! Nutrek unfortunately does this, but in a serious/funny swing that's more dramatic and annoying.) Anyway instead you're trying to fit all three of those things into a single episode and getting ten times the whiplash.

Anyway is this supposed to be a watersnake? that's a nonvenomous kingsnake? Is he trying to keep it warm? I find it hard to believe they've got warm water in those taps. Like you can switch between prank war and mom grifting and cope trying to decide what he wants out of life. You cannot cut between toilet paper jokes and like... the suicidality of being gay in the corps??? Pre-dadt even?? Marvel ruined us.... Joss Whedon when I catch you. Ooooh his big dick car hellllp. Like this could be soooo funny if I didn't know big man was about to ruin his life.

Oh that's gonna get hicks.... He's that kinda psycho. That's fun. This would make a good stephen king book tbh. And this low would be a great—

Okay you know what I may have to take it back, I think this episode is doing a decent balancing act in this back half. Like DI's gonna flip his lid and catch Ray and kick him out and everyone's gonna be miserable and next episode will all be the shit show? I will, unfortunately be reading fanfic about these douchebags lol. It will almost certainly suck taint, but what can I say it's the recipe, the ingredients are there.

Is hicks... naked? Is it a towel? Is he wearing skivvies under it? what? LOL great, sure why not. like it's the actor, he puts on this soft face like he's not a piece of shit, and that is too cute for this because the character is already acting as the piece of shit DI and not a real guy?? This too is whiplash?? Lmfao this poor asshole is going THROUGH stuff wow. If Gunny were 30% more emotionally aware and 400% more empathetic, this guy is fucking in tears. I'm ???? He's gonna go home and sign the papers like he isn't betraying himself lmaoooo Incredible alright I dig it.

(okay PS tho: Are we not supposed to know this guy is gay as hell. Are we supposed to assume he's running from like. A Real Crime he did in Guam? Like a fuckup and not just falling in love with another guy? Is that gonna be a dramatic reveal? Like this heartwarming ending is him owning up and risking consequences because he loves his country. Because NCIS is like, cop crimes. And then you find out later he's just cutting parts of himself off? that's interesting I guess but I am making assumptions both based on acting but also spoilers?? so I'm a lil confused lol. Well and with the article 134 on the docket we know now lol, so.)

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harm and mac: a series ↳ 2.10 The Game of Go