#systemsred

[shiftchange-moved]

♧ - I wish you would notice me. 

[w4rfared]

the navy never prepared him for this part. for the waiting. for life on the other side, sitting stateside and waiting for his whole heart to come home. he feels a swell of pity laced with guilt for carole all those years ago.

there were casualties, goose. that's all he's told. and so for the hours it takes for the planes to land, for those who had shipped out to return to solid ground, nick thinks of the word. casualty: wounded, missing, dead. and for all of the innovation that has graced the united states navy in the years since his own service, no one had thought of a better way to describe three very different scenarios.

he doesn't know what to expect when the others start to file into the hangar, but goose knows his boys well enough to know that if he's lost one, then he's lost the other. it's all or nothing - for all of the bad blood spilled between mav and bradley over the years, they would never let each other go without a fight.

and so, when his eyes settle on pete with bradley right behind him, nick feels his entire chest cave in with sheer relief. the hollow feeling he'd been left with immediately begins to fill, as do his eyes, as pete crosses the hangar to meet him. " jesus fucking christ, man - they said there were casualties, are you hurt? is bradley hurt?"

@systemsred gets their feelings hurt xoxo

[victoriousfidelity]

@systemsred said: "Please stay close to me." prompts that start with "please..." | accepting.

"Oh, I'm not arguing with that," She keeps her voice low, gaze flitting between Ethan's back, mere inches in front of her, and over his shoulder - trying to see what has him so on edge without drawing attention to herself. "You're in charge."

[victoriousfidelity]

@systemsred said: "I want you here." prompts for touch-starved muses. | accepting.

"If you're sure, then I'll stay," She replies, reaching for his hand and squeezing gently. "Simple as that. Okay?"

[victoriousfidelity]

@systemsred said: "Don’t bury your feelings. Sadness. Hurt. Rage. Feel it. Acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it. Not what it will do to you." soft(ish) angst prompts. | accepting.

"...Those are, I believe, the words of someone with far too much experience of such things." She murmurs, watching him with a tired but understanding gaze. "Please do not think I don't appreciate your advice, but... Would you not also agree that sometimes, we already know what our feelings will result in, should we let ourselves feel them?"

[thesickening]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY SO WE CAN PARTY TOO

Doesn't matter!!! We can still party like it's everyone's birthday nonetheless!!! But thank y'all veeeerry much!!! 💖💖💖

[broughtpeace]

@systemsred liked for a starter

"so how are you finding it here?" she hasn't left running and screaming yet. emma had even made it back after after what would be thought to be one of the first worst shifts someone could have here even by their normal standards. it hadn't taken dana long to work out that she was tough, but there's still plenty that could happen which could have her running for the hills.

going to retrieve a drink from the fridge, she holds out a can as she offers one to her. "you want one? technically it's my stash, but i don't mind you having one. if it keeps you on your feet, then it's worth it."

[hacksawcd]

@systemsred: you're a bad person! … from adam… perhaps

It was almost comical: how simplistic that declaration was, the word choice. Lawrence would have laughed — warm and fond in exasperation — if his own guilty conscious didn't weigh on him so heavily that it crushed any residual humor over Adam's delivery.

Instead, his expression shifted into something stoic, something weary while his thoughts pivoted to fixate on how animated the younger man could be at times. It was a subconscious tactic to keep himself from ruminating on his own guilt. It was automatic. Habitual. Lawrence didn't even realize he was doing it, lost in his thoughts.

It was as if Adam's mouth had a 15 second delay on his brain. It was completely baffling to Lawrence how he could operate that way. Lawrence was always so careful, calculated. But Adam was so expressive, almost recklessly so. Impulsive. Fervent.

Admirable.

Lawrence's hand scrubbed down his face. He held it there for a moment before letting his hand fall away and sardonically answering, "Yes, I'm well aware that I won't be winning any humanitarian awards any time soon. Thank you."

HACKETT'S QUARRY FOREVER !!! ，still accepting .