If It Makes You Feel Better, I Dropped My Water Bottle No Less Than Four Times, As Well As Tripping Over

Hey guys, I’m having a really awful day. One of my best friends and I are kinda drifting apart, and it really hurts, y’know? And on top of that, there’s this weird guy that keeps wanting to talk to me and stuff like that and kinda follows me around a bit, even though I want nothing to do with him. Me being me, I don’t really have the courage to say no (unless it’s a rehersed scene in my head, y’know what I mean?). Any ideas on how to stop him?

#Growth

some people refer to Virg’s shoulder-mounted LED torch as the ‘disco cannon’ and I just

I love these vids!

a very small guide about john tracy

For John's birthday week!

Scott is up next on the next week!

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More of this: [Squid] | [Lumberjack] | [Rocket Boi]

Frustrated Burger

Bored vodka.

OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OMIGOSH

LOOK WHAT @koscheithehunter MADE ME

IT’S AMAZING

THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU

Clare loses her shit over Pen & Ink

And Lo, There Was More

Yes that’s right, it’s time for Tunnels of Time kids so let’s all strap in shall we? I apologise in advance for the terrible phone screengrabs – I have a blazing migraine and no goddamn energy to tidy them up. ANYWAY.

Let us begin. Hey, the model work at the beginning of this episode is spectacular and I *love it* but is that what I’m here for? No. No it is not. 

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@koscheithehunter you would be the literal best person in the world if you drew this scene pls pls pls PLS PLEASE

Do you ever think Jason found out how recently Percy started training? Jason, the kid who’s been raised as a child solider since he was an infant, found out Annabeth has been training since she was 7 and he’s like, Ok makes sense. So one day he decides to ask Percy who’s all “I would call it less training, and more like the Minotaur tried to kill me when I was 12 and then Hades kidnapped my mom, it’s been pretty much down hill ever since. It’s really been fight or flight and your dad gave me specific instructions to stay out of the sky..”

Thanks Miss Squid! It was a great distraction from work to see this guy pop up on my dash!

A slightly belated SOS Space Carrot incoming for @mae-the-4th. Duck and cover! ❤️

Hot tea and cuddles are available on request ❤️

I agree with @hedwigstalons!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NUTTY!?!?

Ellie (Part Three - Bit 2)

Part One | Part Two - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Part Three - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Another bit, but I this one contains some answers to some questions :D I hope you enjoy it while I go do the food shopping ::pouts::

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A hatch lowered down from under the Thunderbird’s nose, light from within the cockpit illuminating three figures. As she ran, she registered the blue of an IR uniform, but paid little attention as medical stats were thrown at the team in a clipped, professional voice.

Ellie was directed to the male who turned out to be quite young, blond, barely an adult and bound up on a spinal board. The remains of an International Rescue uniform peeked through the emergency blanket.

Shit.

But she didn’t have time to follow the implications of that piece of information.

Impact injuries to his left side. Unconscious, accelerated heart rate, possible spinal injury. Scan results of a detail she had never encountered were flicked to her reader. His spine was intact, but there was swelling.

And internal bleeding. Far too much internal bleeding.

Her team leader directed fast evac and they were moving again. She was vaguely aware of a hiss of closing hatch and mechanical whirring as she ran the hoverstretcher back to the vehicle under the trees.

The stretcher had IR branding on its side, but it slid easily into dock inside the ambulance. Her hands moved automatically, securing the young man for transport.

“I’m going with him.” And there was another blond young man in a blue uniform, this one slashed in yellow. He climbed in beside her team leader.

Ellie plugged the stretcher into the onboard scanner and alarms started blaring almost as loud as the sirens on the roof as they started moving.

The IR operative spoke up, voice raspy. “His name is Alan Bartlett Tracy, age eighteen.” The voice was calm, but unlike before, Ellie could hear fear under that professionalism. He swallowed. “I have his medical history and any further detail you may need.”

Two minutes and they would be at the hospital.

Those two minutes gave her enough time to think of Virgil Tracy and the fact that she likely had a member of his family under her care.

The ambulance ate enough road to pull up to the ED in one minute forty-five.

Then they were moving again.

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