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24. first aid kit.
A PEEK INSIDE : jon's first aid kit
1 . gauze and scissors , naturally . 2 . nips of bacardi rum , courtesy of don's old first aid kit . 3 . a pocket knife , to pry the bullets or god knows what out . 4 . smelling salts , one last mercy just in case it isn't death . 5 . old & soiled bullets , most likely from the very last incident , left behind pridefully like tokens . 6 . a bunch of otc pain killers , and maybe a little tramadol too .
@ccrleone : ❛ I HAD A FEELING YOU'D BE HERE . ❜
that voice cuts deep into silence , gentle and steady , yet heavy enough to sometimes sound louder than a crash or thud . down to the very first syllable , his head prompts up before it can finish dipping back , arms stretched out and legs crossed , meaning to languish — until a shadow makes himself known . glancing back , he quickly shifts , sitting forward to appear more awake , the surprise flickering round - eyed and expectant on his face . as if he meant to anticipate his presence , just not right now . but among his drowsiness , boy — is he happy to see him . quietly , wordlessly . no apparentness besides eyelids , falling halfway shut . a dopey smile , soft and subtle , like he could already be dreaming .
his features glow in the illuminance of rain clouds that have yet to erupt just outside . it's dark , even for this early in the afternoon . but it's also comfy , quiet , peaceful . arthur imagines out here is far better than whatever is going over there , down towards the pith of the house , or the pit — what arthur likes to call it these days . harsh to say , but michael is walking evidence that proves the nature of such a name , walking in and walking out and always looking a year older than the day he did before . though , against those rain clouds , the wear and tear glows too . even the most finite wrinkles harbor pain , but also glory , tiny little painstrokes , making up the telling of one man's story . despite everything , arthur admires it .
❝ care to join me ? ❞
new msg received @ private terminal — @ccrleone. subject: re: MORBID CURIOSITY … [ REMASTERED ]
MOMENTS OF PEACE ARE SCARCE. EVEN FAR FROM THE BATTLE, IN THE QUIET OF THE HOSPITAL they've shipped michael to, the silence lingers, oppressive. forced. a guise of serenity worn thin by the smell of sterilising chemicals and blood and sickness wafting throughout every corner of the facility. it settles heavy even in the empty stairwells that shepard takes upwards as he traces the path he's memorised ( though he's only taken it once, a couple weeks before ) to the room of captain michael corleone. more aptly: the room that captain michael corleone shares with a number of the injured and the sick, though none quite close to dying. a small thing, but it matters.
the extent of michael's injuries were at first, and for days, vague. it was only through persistent digging through a series of unofficial channels, some of them alliances he had forged on his own in recent months and several of them friends of the don — an effort that had grown increasingly frantic when shepard learnt that michael corleone had been shipped from the clearing station to a hospital, a transition that implied graver injury and more severe methods of management — that shepard eventually unearthed the truth. michael's life had not been at stake. shepard had visited anyway as soon as time allowed, to make certain of it with his own eyes. and for the sake of the don, though perhaps not so much as for his own sake.
maybe it was the corleone family name that warranted michael's speedy extraction from combat. that's the likely case. even with eyes on his boy, shepard expects that don corleone's reach holds a certain power even as far out as the pacific theatre and that, shepard aside, there are plans laid out for any number of contingencies. whatever the case, michael being sent to a hospital was not the death sentence that shepard had feared it might be.
he glances, now, across the row of beds lining the room. most have cleared out — gone home or gone to the grave, who knows, but nonetheless gone — to make room for new and unfamiliar faces. the room is full; none of its cots ever lie empty.
michael looks well from a room's distance away. awake and aware, and better-rested, at the least. this shepard ascertains as he nears michael's bedside.
' what do you make of this? ' says michael in greeting, straight to business, brandishing the papers in his hand.
shepard knows what this is about. still, he takes the evidently very pressing papers from michael's hand. silence lapses between them for a minute or two as he picks his way through the printed text and squints closely at the clusters of letters that blot and swim, though he knows very well what they say. the gist of them, anyway.
he takes a moment, too, to — very carefully — choose his words. ( michael might suspect something if he spoke too quickly. shepard's surprised, really, that he's made it this far along without any trouble. then again, if michael's ever been suspicious, it's just as likely that he's simply kept quiet about it. )
" nothing to make of it, skipper, " shepard says at last. michael is not a stupid man. far from. one poorly chosen word could be a grievous misstep; don corleone had warned him of this. this is not a task as simple as accompanying his youngest overseas — if simple is the word for making oneself part of a Great War, as great a war as this century or any other may ever see. but war is war, to shepard. being a friend to michael, on the other hand, and as the don had put it, is no easy undertaking.
though michael himself is not difficult to like. it might have been more difficult if it were santino, a man that shepard finds almost unbearably abrasive even at his cheeriest ... or fredo who, on the other hand, leans much too far the other way. shepard wouldn't have a damn idea what to do with him.
the fact is that neither of them would have ever ended up here. neither sonny nor fredo have the will, or the want, to ever go against the don's wishes. this choice — to be here across the sea, on the front lines and far from father and family — is one that is distinctly michael. a choice that may have cost him his life ... and yet it was his. he had made it.
but that brings about other problems. michael's smart in ways that sonny and fredo aren't, calculating in a manner that isn't so easy to tell beneath the soft-spoken amicability. that, to shepard, commands a respect greater than sonny's loud and hotheaded streak ever will. it also makes him dangerous. ( not unlike his father. ) with sonny, all shepard would ever have to do is be willing to take a beating. with michael, though ... with michael, he treads with care.
" ... it means you go home, i guess. that's it. that's all. " he lowers the medical evaluation papers, careful not to crease them ( the proof of his success, of michael corleone's eventual separation from the military, though he lets no hint of his relief spill into the uneasy quiet between them ) as he sets them at michael's bedside. his gaze lingers, on nothing in particular, before he looks again to michael.
' guy like you — probably got family that'll be happy to see you again, ' he thinks of saying. he doesn't. the words would sound tacky, coming from him, and unusual, to say the least. he's never had a family to speak of, never particularly cared for the sentiment, and michael knows that. the implications of bringing up the matter of family now ...
a man like shepard, under any other and more ordinary circumstances, wouldn't care to know much about the corleone family. ( someone like him should have very little, if anything, to do with the family at all. whether his association with the corleones will continue after michael's return home, whether it will ever even be spoken of, is a decision left with the don. ) and he doesn't care to have to lie to michael in any way — not now, not ever. shepard likes michael. he really does.
instead: " i didn't know you were that bad off. what'd the doctors have to say ... you talk to them about this yet? "
⭐️💻😍🏅 !!
shout-out meme!!
⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character
@atreiuhdes ! god do i love pj's leto. so much good analysis over here. if you like dune and/or sci-fi, good food. i recommend.
💻 ― excellent writing
@crimlune draws you in with some of the most gorgeous, haunting prose. if you like gothic fiction, i am begging you to check out miffy's blog. such a vibe.
😍 ― admiring from afar
@eviji ! we have yet to interact because i am forgetful (i plan on sendin some prompts soon—likely tonight or tomorrow once i go through the tag), but dj's characters are so interesting! love what's goin on here. i am invested.
🥇 ― well-developed oc
i must scream about @devilmass for a sec because wow do i love rodrick. moonie has crafted such an interesting oc and damn do i just want to give father rodrick a hug. the lore moonie has put together is just **chefs kiss** y'all.
HC + temptation (for Quinn)
WHAT IS JOEY QUINN'S BIGGEST TEMPTATION?
LOVE me, please.
Joey Quinn can be a very simple man sometimes. He's been through hell and back, seen the world at its lowest when he was a kid and then some when narcotics became his niche, himself an easy man to sway to substances that take your mind off it all. But through it all and well beyond it, he will never be able to contain himself from falling over and over again for the scheme of love and affection - especially the romantic.
Christine, Debra, Carissa, Nadia, Cindy, Jamie... it just never stops - he can never stop. Every one of them, every step, a different hurdle and a different problem altogether. He's been led on and used and been the on-leader and user all the same, yet he persists. He can't resist it. The temptation of spending a lifetime with someone he loves. That's the cheese to Joey's trap.
@ccrleone
30. neflix watch history
A PEEK INSIDE : jon's netflix watch history
1 . ip man , one of his go - to classics . 2 . trailer park boys , something to remember the old times by , the more fun & lighthearted parts at least . 3 . 10 things i hate about you , it was for a date night ok . 4 . the walking dead , he has a crush on andrew lincoln & an infatuation with the special fx . don't ask him anything about the story . 5 . cobra kai , tbf he's never actually sat down and watched this one , has just put it on for background noise . his dogs absolutely rave about it though . 6 . jackass 4.5 , again , another go - to classic .
10. pantry
A PEEK INSIDE : jon's pantry
1 . microwaveable popcorn , gotta snack on something when it's kung fu friday night . 2 . chef boyardee , the king of lazy , last minute dinners in jon's opinion . 3 . kraft mac n cheese , i wish i was kidding . 4 . a slew of canned vegetables , better than nothing i guess . 5 . whey protein powder , cause where else is he getting all that muscle ? 6 . pabst blue ribbons , for you know ... when he needs to replenish the pabst blue ribbons in his fridge .
bops you upside the head
“ c'mere ya little figlio di puttana. ”
