#300th post!!

[dogmanincorrectquotes]

[Flippy tries to unlock a safe]

Naomi: Are you sure you don't need any help?

Flippy, holding a set of keys: Nope! I remember these keys like I remember my children!

Flippy: *tries a few keys, all of which don't work*

Naomi:

Flippy: *still trying keys*

Naomi:

Naomi: I'm Naomi, by the way.

[a-bit-very-confused]

punz, bursting into sapnap’s room: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!!

sapnap, quackity, and karl:

punz: O H,,

[shadowoftheharvestmoon]

I found the photo that sums up my whole life.

[martianmoon]

sniper/spy ficlet #12

SUPER EARLY VALENTINE'S!! that's what this is for ovo thank u to yuriheavy for the prompt, i hope this is kinda like what u wanted >n> omg i'm worried looool

***

Light pours through the window, splashes over the bed, and the Sniper yawns.

"So... reckon this makes us official?"

"Mm...? What?"

"This," he gestures between them, to the rumpled sheets, the mess. "Say this pretty much seals the deal, wouldn't you?"

The Spy regards him over their pillow. "It is something."

"C'mon, spook, 's more than 'something'." He props himself up on an elbow, brows knitting together. "I mean, it--it is more than that, ain't it?"

"...I'm not in the habit of speaking my mind, cher."

"Come off it. I'm bein' bloody serious." The Sniper frowns earnestly, taking the man's wrist to press chapped lips against it. "This wasn't just some weekend mistake, this was--this... we wanted this, yeah? We both wanted this."

The Frenchman spends a long, quiet moment letting the idea unfold. They'd danced around the issue of their--romance, was it?--attraction for the better half of a year, narrowly avoiding any kind of acknowledgement, any confrontation. It wasn't professional, after all, to fall for one's closest enemy, and besides... what could they hope for, out here? How could there be any longevity to a relationship forged in war, between two men paid to murder each other daily? It wasn't as though they could have a life after this, wasn't as though--

"You're not answerin' me," the Sniper whispers, and it is full of barely-concealed hurt.

"What do you expect me to say, bushman?" The Spy sits up with a torn look. Damn you. Damn you... "We're killers. We're--this is--call it convenience."

"'Convenience'?"

"It--it has to be."

The Aussie follows him up, knees arched to allow them space. Convenience? All the teasing, all the dirty, gruesome promises they made to each other in the heat of battle--that was convenience? All the stolen glances and the times they refused to kill each other--and of course, the Spy would call it courtesy and he'd call it politeness, but that wasn't what it came down to, was it? There was more to it, more to them...

"I don't want that."

The Spy snorts, but it is forced. "Please. Let us not lie to each other, cher--we have a, a connection, certainly, but... but sex is trifling."

"So you reckon we just had sex?"

"Oui. What would you call it?"

"I'd call it--I'd call it something bloody else," the Sniper growls. "I've had sex, and it's never--I've never--that was--"

"Listen to yourself! You can hardly say it."

"You liked it! It wasn't just me!"

"I like poetry, I like cognac," the Spy scoffs, jabbing him hard. "I will even go so far as to admit that I like you, but what we have--what is between us, it isn't anything more than an infatuation, cher."

"You reckon?"

"I--yes."

"Right," the Sniper rises, digging in the drawer beside him. "S'pose you won't care about this, then."

A small, square object hits the Spy hard on the shoulder and he flinches, feeling a cold chill sweep over him as he realises--a box. A small box... just large enough for a ring.

"You haven't--"

"Don't care about us, do ya?" The marksman's eyes narrow. "So you won't mind me givin' that away, seein' as you already know what ya like and don't like."

His hands tremble--just slightly--picking it up, looking over it. Blue, scuffed around the corners... for him. He'd brought it with him to the hotel, kept it hidden in that drawer for--for him?

"G'won, then. Open it, dare ya."

"I am," the Spy snaps, turning it over with unsteady fingers. Your fingers have never been unsteady, his mind hisses, not since you first killed a man and certainly not after... what is wrong with you?

The lid creaks open and it isn't a ring, but somehow worse.

"Carved it last weekend," the Sniper huffs, crossing his arms. "Y'know, for this one. Thought--'s Valentine's day tomorrow, thought you'd--I wanted t'surprise you..."

An intricate wooden pendant of a bird in flight dangles from a thickly-woven thong, sways between the Spy's fingers as though eager to dart free. Carved for you. Made because he wants you, because he wants more... because you mean something to him, mean more than a fling or a casual fuck, or someone to crawl to in the middle of a cold night, that stupid, ridiculous--

"I don't have anything for you," he croaks, clearing his throat. "But I will wear it."

"Thought you would." The Sniper returns to the bed, soft again. "Reckon you'd like a bird, since you're... y'know. Flighty and all."

"Flighty? You think I'm flighty?"

"Think you're a fucking nightmare, t'be honest."

"Fair enough." His fist closes tightly and he shifts closer, curling against the other man with a quiet sigh. "Valentine's Day is tomorrow?"

"Yup."

"Then I still have a chance to impress you."

"Suddenly decided you like me more than poetry?"

"...I have a feeling that I am a fool."

"Yeah, well. I could've told ya that," the Sniper grins.

"You are more than convenience," the Spy admits. "I... would like this to be more than that."

"Was hopin' you'd say so."

Their kiss is slow, apologetic, bears all the promise of outstretched wings.

[sofia-astor-blog]

C A N C E R ;

Often, we find ourselves living from day to day. We take pleasure in whatever seems good and we do our best not to dwell on whatever seems bad. In the absence of any permanent sense of security, we seek solace in the temporary comforts that are on offer. You have been thinking lately, about the need to place a bigger part of your life on a firmer foundation. Events this week will help you understand what (and who) you can rely on - and where you can most profitably now invest your time… and your heart.

[fivefootoh]

"...Niisan?"

I was challenged to draw a genderbend Karai, and then I decided to do something fun with the design I had come up with. ^^

The feels from the latest episode didn't help, either.

[lukirstein]

Nali week day 4: Lost and found No matter what comes between us, I will always find you again.

[couryielle]

I missed my 300th post OTL OTL OTL

So, for my 303rd post, I wanna thank:

icyskywind

beefcheeks

monsterchemistry

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ange4love

theemptset

poupi

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kiu-chan

xmikaaa

mameaw14

makanurk

misulandglory

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For believing my blog is worth following *u* /cheese'd

Thanks guys ♥