#ive done it

[2008spicychickensandwich]

FUCKING FINALLY IT'S DONE

[mickeyontheside]

Holy fuck! I'm a proud owner of a car now!

Fully paid for, genuinely a good car and one of my favorite modles/makes

[therealbitterstar]

nominating you as the number one alyx vance fan

It would be the highest honor. It would also be objectively correct

[drhalepitt]

sender kisses receiver to comfort them.

Dropping in the ED over appendicitis was embarrassing. How she’d dragged herself to work and didn’t notice the signs. She’d assumed it wasn’t anything to be worried over, just a normal chill, a regular sore day where here bones ached. Igraine thought if she just was downing some tums she’d be fine for the rest of the day until she had nearly missed the trash can and collapsed against the desk. She knew the last two negative tests were still accurate, there was no way. Then they’d announced she had appendicitis and that still hurt.

She was high on morphine, to keep the pain down, which only made everything worse when Jack had rushed into her hospital room. Andrea was who got the brunt of her initial whining, telling her every unfiltered thought that was in her head. She babysat her with ease and care, finally relieved of those duties when Igraine wouldn’t leave Jack alone while he tried talking to her doctor. It wasn’t cute, she had pulled on his arm trying to garner his attention, but he was just doing what he was supposed to do as her emergency contact.

When she leaned over, reaching for his leg to pull him up onto the bed with her, she thought it would be the last straw—and partially why she did it—but he centered himself and finally sat on the side of the bed with her so she could burrow into his side, wrapping the various IV’s around them both. “Jackie,” she tried to whisper. No one whispers on morphine, but his arms came around her and lips at the top of her head as he continued talking about her appendectomy.

A whispered five more minutes into her hairline was all she got and she huffed, melting further against him. She wanted to go home. Jack could just do the surgery and let them leave. When she felt his lips at her head again, forehead, cheeks, and whispered praise of how well she was doing it must have meant the minutes had passed. There was still discomfort despite how he comforted her, hands rubbing over her arms in a slow and steady manner.

“Please, just take me home.”

varying kiss prompts » @jabbotmd

[sapphic-shart]

if you could become dead without having to die, would you? do you enjoy living, or are you only afraid of dying?

[sloanetavishsno1]

if you're dedicated enough you can make any gracie abrams song about sloane tavish

[desperatecheesecubes]

THE PREORDER WAS SUCCESSFUL!!!!!!

[needlittlepiggiesinmymarket]

I FUCKING DID IT