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[poughkeepsiesjr]

their friendship means the world to me

[thomashxmilton]

Thomas and Flint + 6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

Thomas was still not convinced James was real.

After years of isolation, Thomas Hamilton wasn't the man James remembered. After years of isolation and abuse, no one could've expected him to be the same man, how could they? Yes the plantation didn't treat him like Bedlam had; but the time behind those hospital walls had damaged Thomas greatly. Oglethorpe would try to engage with Thomas, encourage him to read, but for the most part, Thomas just kept to himself. There were a few of the men he'd converse with but the other men knew he had been through hell (as most of them had themselves), and let the tall blonde work in peace.

So when the day came that James had been sent to live on the plantation, there had been a buzz amongst the men. Those who worked in the main house had heard talk of a new inmate arriving today. Some feared pirate. Thomas didn't really take any stock in the gossip and just kept to his work. Oglethorpe had told them as soon as they readied the field they were working on they could have. the rest of the day off. And with that midday heat approaching, Thomas was focused on getting it done.

When the men had arrived with the new inmate, Thomas hadn't looked up, he knew he'd probably never speak to the man anyway. But as he continued to work, he felt a shift in the air, it was as if the earth was telling him to take pause and pay attention. Frowning, Thomas had caught the phantom scent of jasmine, a perfume that Miranda had liked to wear.

Turning around, the midday sun had made it impossible for him to make out the features of the man being unshackled, but something within him was telling him to pay attention. The shackled man had looked in his direction, a similar look had crossed his features, as if he was trying to process who was standing in front of him.

As the man was released, he approached Thomas rather cautiously. Thomas could recognize the look of pain in the man's features for it matched his own. But as the man came into focus, Thomas felt a part of his heart surge to life, for the first time in ten years.

James.

It was James, HIS James, standing before him. He would know those eyes anywhere, he knew every inch of him, the memory of him having sustained him for so many years.

And for the first time in ten years, Thomas Hamilton smiled.

Having dropped his tool, Thomas rushed to close the gap between them, flinging his arms around him. He was here, this was real, James had returned to him and nothing would part them now. He was real.

Oglethorpe, taken aback by the reunion, allowed Thomas to leave his duties for the day to help the newest occupant get situated. Thomas had taken him back to the small cabin that he slept in, and the two had spent the majority of the day just holding each other, trying to assure the other that they were not dreaming and they were there.

Once the sun had started to set, Thomas took James to the small lake on the property, where the men would often go to cool off after a hard days work. His hand still gripping James's hand, scared to let go for fear that he'd waken to find himself alone again.

The duo found a thick patch of grass under a willow tree, they laid back in the tall grass, James's arms enveloping Thomas. Closing his eyes, Thomas felt his body relax, he was finally home.

Neither man was really talkative that night, the shock of the other being alive had been enough to do them both in. But as the stars replaced the blue sky, Thomas felt James's hand running up and down his back. "There's so much I want to tell you," Thomas muttered into him, propping his chin on his chest as they laid there, "there's so much to go over."

James reached out and cupped his cheek, tilting Thomas's head up to look at him, "it doesn't have to all be tonight, we can talk when you're ready."

Thomas felt his heart swell, there was his James, always so concerned about his well being. Leaning up, he kissed him deeply before pressing his forehead against his for a long while.

"But what if you're not here?" Thomas asked, "what if you're not here when I wake up?"

James looked at him confused but then saw the hint of genuine fear in Thomas's features that he'd wake to find that today was nothing more than a dream. Gently rolling Thomas onto his back and laying on top of him, he cupped his face and said softly, "I'm here," James said, giving him feather light kisses down the length of his jawline. "I'm here. . ."

"S--show me?" Thomas asked quietly, James looked to Thomas before moving to kiss him again.

The two made love in the tall grass that night, promising one another they'd never be separated again. Holding James in the afterglow, Thomas muttered against his temple.

"I hope we never wake from this. . ."

[mgrzelcyk]

i know plus-minus is bad but damn there really is a red wing with a -19

[cancerbiophd]

Scientists Have Been Studying Cancers in a Very Strange Way for Decades

By growing cells in unrealistic liquids, they may have inadvertently skewed the results of their experiments.

Baaasically the commercial media everyone uses to grow and study immortalized cancer cells isn’t very representative of the microenvironments found in the human body (ie. the surrounding stroma of the tumor), so that may be skewing results and adding to the “reproducibility crisis” scientists have been facing. An up-and-coming solution is to create customized media for each cancer cell and microenvironment type with the goal of better recapitulating what’s actually happening in a patient. 

[azhefa-moved]

could actually get some input about this, ever since saturday night with all the tornadoes and shit, my muscles keep locking up or getting really tense. i tried taking a hot bath yesterday and it helped some. but i keep feeling all that tension gathering. i don’t know if this is like? normal after effect of such high anxiety? just thinking about that night suddenly has me feeling super anxious, my stomach feels sick and i feel my body getting tense. i don’t know what the fuck is going on. 

[heckolve]

Both goth and prep

this is also very valid

[galespider]

Made in Abyss - Ozen the Immovable by GaleSpider

🎵 - Chain (Beatrice) Her voice actor is singing. :3

Probably going to be my best lady character in general. Made in Abyss: Worth to watch. Prepare for adventure!!

I had to draw a tribute to her as one of Bayonetta’s pose.  Because they are both equally strong in physical strength. :u

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[clockworkspider]

Ginshu and Bonten are so unbelievably tragic especially since... THEY STILL TALKED TO EACH OTHER REGULARLY. Even though they are basically reminders of their own regrets. 

They were in a funny area where they knew if they had just never been friends none of it would have gone wrong. Honestly “we still talk to one another about our problems, but the warmth isn’t there anymore” is the saddest thing I’ve ever read. It would probably have been easier to just never look at each other again, but facing heaven together is still better than facing heaven alone and... 

And like... Ginshu is in pain everyday and is now an abomination stuck between Bonten’s father figure and friend. Bonten made this... and then he knew that this thing he made... someone who’s once his friend, is just constantly in pain and dying. 

And then Ginshu was just gone... Erased. There’s no closure. Only a memory of himself left in Tokidoki... 

But perhaps it’s what should have happened years ago.