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[nicky-caro]

read my own old guard fic and might…crawl my way back

[nicky-caro]

Nicky sitting on the floor in front of the couch, braced on one side by joe’s leg and on the other by Nile (bc he’s a gentleman and gave her his seat). And Nicky is so very invested in the conversation with Andy and Quynh that he doesn’t even notice at first that Nile’s started french braiding her half of his hair. She meets Joe’s eye, his eyebrow raised. And without a word he starts braiding the other side. Nicky doesn’t notice until he leans forward to yell at Andy for her incredibly incorrect opinion and gets his hair pulled.

[nicky-caro]

No cause I’m thinking about this again and this isn’t the first time Nicky has had his hair long. He’s been alive for 900 years and has had more haircuts than he will ever be able to count— some of which he deeply regrets (Copley found a picture from the sixties and Joe had to pull Nicky off of him to get the picture deleted). But he never really does anything with it, just cuts it when it gets in the way and tucks it behind his ear or whatever. But he decides that he kind of likes it this long but also recognizes that it is in the way and it would be great to learn how to pull it back in something more stylish than a founding father’s low ponytail like Joe does. He would ask Andy but she’s had her hair short since Quynh was taken so he she’s pretty sure she’s lost that skill.

So after the aforementioned incident Joe and Nile braiding his hair, he finds Nile and is like “hey, could you help me with something? Can you teach me how to do that braid?” and she smiles and says “i can try.” She says its a bit different when you do it on your own hair and their hair is different textures, so its even more different. But she shows him how to do a double french braid and also few other ways for him to pull his hair out of the way (she finds that he’s a little obsessed with claw clips).

[hachinana87]

Whee

[kazzsbrekker]

NILE & BOOKER in THE OLD GUARD 2 (2025) clip

[hoax1918]

book and coffee

[agent-mcsweetheart]

there is truly nothing more powerful than reading a silly little novel. you could be a grown adult going through The Horrors and still be giggling and kicking your feet over these made up people

[burins]

saw someone say that they don't read fics under 10k and had to laugh because more fool you, that is where all the bangers are. obviously I'm biased but truly nothing hits like a 1.5k fic with a lowercase title from some obscure poet where nothing actually happens and yet you emerge blinking with a completely new outlook on the character. infinitely rereadable. like a perfectly crafted pastry. I'm gobbling them up!

[niccolos]

MARWAN KENZARI & LUCA MARINELLI as YUSUF AL-KAYSANI & NICOLO DI GENOVA in The Old Guard 2 (2025)

[nicky-caro]

I need to talk about Booker; can we talk about Booker? The way I could talk about Booker until my heart gives out. The way he betrayed everyone in the first movie, because he thought he was doing good. He felt for Copley; he understood Copley better than anyone else. He knows what it is to watch your family suffer and be completely helpless— worse than that, to die knowing that you will come back and that your family will still be gone and there’s nothing you can do to stop that. Copley may have manipulated the situation, but Copley fully believed in the motivation behind the whole thing—not the methods but the reasons. And so did Booker. He believed that they could all help people, and, yeah, maybe that he could finally get out of this. And in the end, what did it get him? He lost his family and fully believed that he would never get to see his best friend again. Booker never looked at the wall. Booker never saw the good that they did across generations. Booker thought that this was one good thing that he could do. And he didn’t know Quynh. He knew stories, he probably saw the dreams, but he didn’t know. But he knew what everyone’s answers would be, so he just hoped they would understand. I am ill.

[nicky-caro]

thinking about joe and nicky and poetry and Joe being busy with something and nicky throwing himself unceremoniously on the floor or couch reciting Pablo Neruda’s Tonight I Can Write the saddest lines or Dickinson’s I cannot live with you or Poe’s Annabel Lee while Joe keeps doing whatever it is he’s doing with a small smile on his face

[nicky-caro]

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.”

“Nicky, please.”

“To think I do not have him,” Nicky says dejectedly, tossing his head back dramatically, the back of his hand to his forehead. “To feel that I have lost him.”

“You are the one who asked me to stop at the store,” Joe interrupts. “This cannot be my fault.”

[nicky-caro]

I’m starting a class called “Muslim/Christian Encounter in the Middle East” and i’m really excited about it but I’m going to be so annoying about it.

[puunnd]

Happy League Finals day for those who celebrate! Here's a silly gamer au as a treat. Rest assured they killed each other many times.

[sheafrotherdon]

Joe heals quickly, blood drying on his skin, cuts closing neatly, bullets expelled by the mystery of his body. He heals quickly—but aches for far longer, feeling the phantom trajectory of each shot through his torso, his shoulder, his leg. He pushes himself to a sitting position. The concrete blocks are cool against his back despite his clothes, and he shivers, clammy, hurting, tired.  He closes his eyes as he expels a breath.

The length of time it takes Nicky to reach him is negligible, or perhaps Joe fell into fitful sleep. He startles when Nicky sets a gentle hand on his shoulder, blinks as Nicky drops into a crouch at his side.

“Madre di dio,” Nicky murmurs, swiping at the tacky blood on Joe’s face with his hand. Then, “Does it hurt very badly?”

Joe leans into the warmth of Nicky’s body, tipping to rest his forehead against Nicky’s shoulder. He nods, grateful beyond words that he needn’t explain, that Nicky understands the grinding ache of repair and renewal.

“My love,” Nicky whispers, hand at the back of Joe’s neck. He shifts to sit beside him, to slide an arm around him, to squeeze him gently against his side. “We can sit for a while. It is done.”

Joe closes his eyes again and sags against the steady welcome of Nicky’s body. He hums softly, a single note of belonging, and Nicky presses a kiss into his hair.  

[siriaeve]

A little bit of happy news: Ngô Thanh Vân (Quỳnh in The Old Guard) gave birth in August to her first child, a daughter nicknamed Gạo.

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[puunnd]

saw other people sharing the same braincell about this post so i couldn't resist :)

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[drops-of-universe]

forgetting your headphones at home is the modern equivalent of leaving your sword behind in medieval times

[snottiesnot]

Mamma mia!

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