#brekkerings

[branstark]

〖 The Grisha Trilogy: a playlist 〗

“This is a wild game of survival. Who’s in your shadows? Who’s ready to play? There’s no surrender and there’s no escape. Are we the hunters or are we the prey?”

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[whatmack]

forbidden kevin/matt content u say 👀

They’d be really cute? Let Kevin have a soft bro but also a bromance that’s actually a rormance. And we sure fuckin know that Matt’s drawn to strong personalities. Anyway merry 25th here’s 776 unedited words:

“Who on the team have you had a crush on?” Allison asks.

Kevin narrows his eyes at her. They’re not playing a drinking game, so he has no idea why Allison is asking him personal questions. He hefts his gym bag higher up his shoulder and tries to ignore the mud seeping into his socks. It rained all of last night and this morning, and Andrew drove off as soon as Neil was in the passenger seat of the Maserati. Dick.

At least it isn’t last year. He and Allison used to make the trek to the Humanities building after Tuesday practice in thorny silence. “That depends on who’s asking.”

“Allison Reynolds, defensive dealer, saved your fucking ass three days ago against the Jackals,” says Allison, her smile blinding and without mercy, and okay, Kevin does have to admit that his concentration had lapsed for an important moment and Allison had stepped in.

“It would be easier to say who I haven’t had a crush on,” Kevin admits. Puddle water splashes up his ankles. His Early Midaeval lecture is going to be miserable. “You’re all Exy players. And I’m—” bisexual. “Me.”

The glint in Allison’s eyes bodes nothing well. “You had a crush on me?”

Like calls to like: in his better moments Kevin can admit to some of the same self-possessed arrogance as Allison has. It’s not as if either of them are without reason. “For about five seconds. It’s long dead, don’t worry.”

“Your loss,” says Allison. She tosses her hair. Kevin thinks she’s doing it as a joke, but it’s hard to tell, with Allison. “Renee?”

“She took her helmet off and I saw her hair.”

“Neil? Oh my god, the monster? You totally did. You were so pathetic following him around.”

The back of Kevin’s neck grows hot. “We can’t all deal with our trauma by buying a new designer wardrobe.”

“Shame.”

They trudge a few steps in silence. Kevin eyes the curb and wonders if it would be worth it to hop up there for the potentially drier ground. The possibility of falling off and embarrassing himself forever (Allison will definitely take pictures) is a glaring dissuasion.

“…Dan? Ooh, scandalous, that’s our captain.”

“No,” says Kevin. “Actually. She always felt more like a—” sister. Especially now. “Teammate.”

“From the stories I’ve heard, in the Nest that wasn’t mutually exclusive.”

Sex, yes. Crushes? Kevin remembers the taste of Thea’s notes as he ripped them up and stuffed them in his mouth, frantic to swallow them before Riko asked why he was taking so long on the toilet. “Don’t be jealous I’ve had more sex than you, Reynolds.”

“Hardly. Matt?”

Kevin falters. He knows from retellings that Nicky made a beeline for Matt when the cousins arrived, and Kevin can understand why. Matt is tall, with a body that takes to muscle well, comfortable in his broad shoulders. He’s easy with his affection and when he smiles the corners of his eyes crinkle, like his mouth alone can’t contain his happiness. He’s also got a solid foundation as a backliner. Uncreative, but that gives Kevin something to work with. He’d mesh well with Jean’s sharper style of play.

“He’s dating Dan,” says Kevin. Monogamy has been a strange concept for him to apply to college students, but he’s learning fast. Mostly out of necessity.

Unfortunately, Allison is as smart as she is vicious. “That’s not a no.”

Kevin sets his foot down harder than necessary. His shoes squelch. “How long are you going to follow this conversation?”

“Now that you’ve shown it bothers you? Forever. Kevin has a cru-ush, Kevin has a cru-ush, Kevin has a cru-ush—"

“Shut up,” Kevin hisses, looking around as if Matt will materialize out of the manicured collegiate lawn around them. “This is unimportant to our performance on the Court. And like I said, he’s dating Dan.”

“Mm. Well. I’ve made out with Dan at parties, and neither Matt nor Dan seemed to mind.”

This is new information. “What?”

“Something to think about,” Allison says. She jogs Kevin with her elbow and laughs as he stumbles into a particularly slimy puddle. “Get some, prodigy boy. It might unclench the Exy stick shoved up your ass.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck Matt, you wish.”Kevin bites the inside of his cheek. Allison is not wrong. He’s had…dreams.“And here’s something to keep you warm during your boring old people lecture: that time you wore a tank top to practice? He was definitely checking out your arms.”

Kevin misses saying good-bye to her as she swerves towards the doors because he’s too busy choking on his own tongue.

[at-sixes-and-sevens-game]

for ur consideration; third wheeling wiyct about to judge someone’s soul and des + fexalys are being couply in the background; really? right in front of me condemning souls?

descennie, the picture of innocence, flowers blooming in her hair, voice mild yet cheery: don’t be such a fuddy duddy

fexalys, trying very hard not to lose their shit: 👌

[exyjunkies]

67 + cartimber bc why not aidjsnsn

HA HA HA ... okay this is making me laugh Very Nervously because i have absolutely no idea how to write timber but . you know what . we’re gonna power through

au wherein the bennett pack is part of a secret government agency that takes down bad guys for the government without the general public knowing. they’re the werewolf faction of the agency, ha

(yes, a lot like b613 of scandal, the tv show) 

fic meme 1-100: cartimber + 67. “Of all the people everyone I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you.”

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)

“Kel’, you’re gonna have to shut it down,” Carter said sharply into his phone, walking into the elevator. 

Behind him, Timber trotted in energetically, their rucksack of infiltration tools strapped onto his back. His tongue lolled out and went up and down with every pant.

Carter hurriedly pressed the close button, then pressed for the ground floor.

It was always this - get the job done, or the job gets you done. And that’s what Carter and Timber did, no bullshit. Being partners for years had allowed them to operate on a rhythm that, really, no one else in their faction did.

It’s just that this time around, they were caught.

And it wasn’t either of their faults, too. It was more of the fault of a certain someone (Robbie) forgetting to take out one of the security systems connected to the the 28th floor. The floor Carter and Timber were on. 

And just a few minutes ago, Timber had set off the system with a paw going through a laser. Luckily, they’d killed everyone on their floor, but it was only a matter of time before the alert would get to the other floors.

Over the phone, Kelly replied, “The alarm you guys stupidly set off? Sure. The entire operation itself? Nope, no can do. Apparently our boss man wants the whole arrest to push through. Which means--”

“But this mission was supposed to be for intel only,” Carter said in disbelief, frantically looking at the numbers on the elevator. It seemed like five to seven seconds had to pass before the numbers moved. The elevator was so fucking slow.

Slow like how this entire job was. Slow and excessively quiet. Timber was always the more silent between the two of them, but Carter needed to make his unnecessary side comments or he would die of boredom.This job had been the longest one of his life. He wanted to go back to HQ, sit back, relax, and get some coffee.

“Which means we’re staying here a bit longer. Hold on to the files. The van is out back. I’ll--”

Kelly stopped talking for a bit, and Carter checked the call to see if it was still ongoing. 

“Kelly? You okay in there?”

“Yeah, I just--” And then Carter heard a, “Holy fuck. Carter, I am so so--”

And then the phone went dead.

Along with the elevator.

Carter blinked a few times, waiting for the panic to settle in. He saw nothing but darkness. Beside him, he could feel Timber readying himself to go up against the closed doors of the elevator, and make the most noise of his wolf life.

If there was anything Carter wouldn’t be able to handle, it would be Timber lashing out violently against doors they needed to open.

Oh my fucking God.

“Tim,” Carter said, trying for another call to Kelly. The cell reception at whatever floor they were at was absolute shit. “Easy, now. We’ll get out of here in no time--”

Timber, because he didn’t register Carter’s words in time, pounced on the doors and began to scratch at it harshly. Carter groaned.

“Seriously. It could’ve been, I don’t know. Joe. Or Kelly. Or even Jessie, actually. Damn.” Carter mumbled, leaning back against the wall.

“Of everyone I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you.”

Timber, not listening and probably not understanding either, kept going wild with his assault on the elevator doors.

He let it go on for another five minutes, because he knew that Timber would just get tired and eventually give up. Timber was stubborn, maybe a little exaggerated when it came to his reactions, but Carter knew he wasn’t stupid. 

He knew that Timber did this--did everything--because he cared.

Sometimes, because he was Carter, Carter had difficulty admitting he cared too.

After a while, the emergency lights flickered on, causing Timber to stop momentarily. Carter looked at him, all one hundred and thirty pounds of black and white and gray, and pushed back from the wall. He went to put a hand on Timber’s head, scratched his ears lightly.

“You good?” Carter asked, pressing his face to the wolf’s head. He closed his eyes and sent a thrum of calmcalmcalm through their bond. For a bit, all Carter could hear was the synchronization of their heartbeats. Carter sighed at the comfort and knowledge of this.

The moment got ruined when Timber licked his face in response, his large tongue going up from his chin to the middle of his forehead. Carter rolled his eyes. Timber growled softly in response.

So much for showing affection.

“I thought so. Anyway. Kelly had better pick up now, or there will be serious consequen--”

“Carter? Are you okay?”

Carter turned away and spoke into his phone, trying to keep the worry and anger out of it. “You asshole! What the fuck is going on?”

“Major power outage, man. Whole building was affected. I think they’re controlling it from somewhere in the basement. Nothing much I can do here, seeing as I’m outside--”

“Well, then, who the fuck is taking care of it?”

“Already sent Mark and Gordo there to handle it, since they’re assigned to the basement anyway. The others are still going on about their own business. I think you guys finished first.”

Carter smiled proudly and ruffled Timber’s head. Timber tilted his head up and tried to lick his hand. 

“What can I say,” Carter said, smoothing his hand down Timber’s back, “we the dynamic duo of this damn faction.”

“Yeah. The dynamic duo who set off the alarm. You know Joe’s gonna be so pissed--” 

“Whatever. How long ‘til Mark and Gordo take care of it?”

“They said ten minutes.”

“So... half an hour. Got it.”

Carter hung up, and went to one corner of the elevator to sit down. He motioned for Timber to sit down with him.

“Might as well see if we can get comfortable enough for a tiny power nap,” Carter said, stretching out his arms and legs. Timber took a few minutes to move around, trying to figure out how he could lie down in the slightly small-for-him elevator.

For now, because he could, Carter allowed the giddy feeling he got to run through his system when Timber went to lay his head down on his lap. 

[naercissa]

[shang voice] U ART GOOD 👌👌💙💙💙💙

OH MY GOD !!!! ILY !!!!

[sulkybbarnes]

brekkerings replied to your post: I’m watching Gewoon Vrienden (Just Friends 2018)...

god I’m crying because of these and need to watch that movie bc it’s not ever a thing you’d expect your family to say?? esp in syrian culture like either get shit or don’t speak and there’s been movements from syrians to support the lgbt+ community and I’m highkey about to start crying again (plus did u know there’s this family who started a little chocolate company w the bars wrappers being pride flags?

god yeah I know all about it. there’s no scenario in which I see my parents ever accepting a lesbian daughter or even going about it without violence, so I legit paused that scene and cried watching the movie. it was just so... powerful to hear, and it’s the representation we’re completely deprived of. I heard about that family yeah and I think they’re in USA which is why they could do it, but it’s still such a nice heartwarming gesture 💕

omg yes please watch it and let me know what you think afterwards!!!

[whatmack]

the burrito cat w warm toe beans tagged as andrew ansnsn u genius, absolute galaxy brain, so a thing about blanket burrito andrew: every time someone walks in to the room he has another blanket

he wakes up and picks up the blanket on the back of the couch to wrap around him while he gets breakfast (#1)he sits next to neil to scratch Sir’s head and he’s wearing the fuzzy Foxes blanket Neil left on the chair (#2)he wanders into the bathroom to pee and nearly drops part of the knit blanket Renee gifted them into the toilet (he saves it at the last moment) (#3)he walks up to throw the garbage out the front door with the top of the the snuggie he got for Christmas draped over his head (#4)when he curls up on the rug with his i Pad to watch the new episode of the shitty crime show he’s following, he has added the scratchy wool blanket that he and neil usually only take out on really cold nights (#5)Neil smiles at him and disappears into the bedroom. He comes back with the whole entire comforter and sits next to Andrew on the floor. When Andrew leans towards him Neil throws the comforter around them both and tilts his head onto Andrew’s shoulder to watch the show with him and to laugh at the things they get wrong (#6…. and #7)( : D)

[whatmack]

brekkerings replied to your post “why the fuck the moriyama answer to everything is just fuckign....”

they took the whole ‘throw them to the void’ thing too seriously

FFRICK other mafias, unimaginative, fools: let them go swim with the fishes the moriyamas, innovative, intellectuals: Make Their Son Play Deathbird Exy