anyilherron said: "Just leave me behind," she panted, wincing at the ice running through her leg.
Well-that certainly wasn’t an option… “Just grab on…” She said exasperatedly slipping an arm around the woman to help her get to cover easier.
Anyil grunted in acknowledgement and dissatisfaction, turning her attention to the medics. “Just hold the damn thing straight - yes I know, it’s healing, you see?” she added irritably to their gasps over the rapidity with which her flesh was knitting. “Keep it straight, splint the damn thing, and get me a glucose drip, I’m gonna need a lot of energy to keep this up.” Returning her attention to JJ, she gritted, “Now, I’m fine, or gonna be fine, will you please let the goddamn medics take a look at you?! Nosebleeds can be nothing or signal severe fucking head trauma. I’m not of a damn mind to lose you!”
She sighed at her friend’s agitation and leaned back against the wall again just as bombs went off nearby causing her to tense. It was hard to sound confident while talking with your nose plugged. “Anyil…take a deep breath. We’re inside. We’re both breathing. We’re okay.” Her words unusually clipped and short. She sighed again as one of the medics stood and looked her way, so she waved him over.
"Fine. I’m telling you-it’s nothing. Side effect." Though she was feeling a little ill-probably from the backwash from her nose. She glowered at first, but nodded in satisfaction as they started a line for Anyil. She hadn’t overdone it like this since Jake dared her to see how high she could lift him in the air…at least this had turned out a sight better. She removed her fingers and let the medic do his thing, though she grumbled as he fumbled with gauze for her nose and didn’t move quite quick enough. "Great…" She shot a glance over at her friend-who was safe behind the walls of the bunker, and she closed her eyes for a moment.
Anyil’s glare at Jenn was in no way abated, but her voice was significantly lower in pitch and volume. “I am well aware of the bounds of my own healing by now. I am in a circumstance which is as much home to me as the ‘carrier and likely safer at the moment. I. Am. Calm. You, on the other hand, have no healing factor and are bleeding from the head, which is an injury of unknown significance, after several nearby concussive impacts. There is a not insignificant chance of head trauma after that, and I don’t care if it seems small, let them look at it. I will heal on my own. You might not without attention.”
The URLs will be given to Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson in an Avengers notebook when they film in Cleveland.
NOTE: PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS AND AWARE OF WHAT BLOG YOU’RE REBLOGGING THIS FROM. WE DON’T WANT TO TRAUMATIZE THE ACTORS TOO BADLY.
PLOT 2: REINCARNATION
Muse A and Muse B were once lovers, long ago. Through circumstance, they were torn apart and Muse B died. Now, Muse A is forced to walk alone on the Earth for eternity, remembering their lover as they once were, until one day, hundreds of years later, they see Muse B.
Muse B is different because of the times and has no recollection of it, because they are not the original, but a reincarnation of that person. They could look a little different, act a little different, but everything else is the same. Muse A knows that Muse B is their lover and will do anything to stay with them.
This is my idea with the help of fellow roleplayer faithfulhound based off The Mummy. You may use but please DO NOT take credit as your own.
You know why I love AUs? Because the whole point of them is that everything is changed, and yet these two people are still going to meet and fall in love- that they’re so set in stone and so meant to be that you can change literally everything in a hundred universes and they’ll fall in love over and over again.
SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT
So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time? Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.
I will never not reblog this
"…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed."
((And this is why I intent to minimize homework for my students. Preferably I’ll give them NO MORE than half an hour at a time, and no more often than every other night. Homework can have a purpose, can be good practice, but we have to understand where our students are, especially in low-income areas, and not privilege those who happen to have the luxury of time not spent caring for siblings or taking care of the household in general, at a job, or just being teens - socializing, extracurriculars, family, worship, the whole nine yards.
Why yes, I *am* going to be a teacher and I *do* have this pretty soapbox to stand on!))
Anyil slid the last of her newly-acquired civilian clothes into the bag, and zipped it up with a contented sigh. She was finally ready to go on the trip she’d been planning with Hazel for quite a while, and she was happy for it to finally be underway. This would be the first time she’d ever gone to France, to see the sights her mother used to tell her about so long ago. It felt almost like she was coming home, in a way, though she admonished herself not to get her hopes up on that front; still, if nothing else, she’d have a good time in a beautiful place with a good friend. Shouldering her bag, she left her own quarters and made her way to Hazel’s, knocking on her door with a wide grin. “Eh bien, mon amie, t’es prêt?” she called.
"ANYIL! Come in! I’m just about good to go. I think. Arthur is staying with Maria and Miniuel while we’re gone and I think my bag is packed okay." She shrugged and grinned to Anyil. "And…if not then we’ll go shopping. Right? Right." She picked up her bag and her jacket and gestured to the open doorway. "Shall we??"
Anyil grinned. “Of course, let’s get going. There should be plenty of shopping, and it’s not like we’re going to be doing anything strenuous anyways. There will be plenty of time to get anything you need there.” She led the way through the corridors to the landing deck. “Just checking - anything you want to do that we haven’t gone over already? I figure the touristy things with the cathedrals and such, combined with savoring the food, should keep us plenty busy, but there;s always room for more.”
"Honestly, we’ll have to see when we get there. I haven’t been to that region before. Maybe drove through part of it but didn’t stop, for sure. Food, wine, architecture, shopping, scenery…it’s going to be great."
Anyil smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, seeing the lands Ama described with my own eyes. I’ve never had a chance to go back there, and,” she paused and threw an arm around her friend, “Thank you, so much, for agreeing to come with me. I don’t think I would ever have done this without a friend along. It would be… too much, else.” Despite her words, a smile stayed on her face. “And I’d rather share the joys of discover, n’est-ce pas?”
anyilherron said: [text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
[SMS] Do you need to come over and discuss it over a beer?
[text] alcohol is part of the poor life decisions this time. As is staying here. Me coming over would sabotage those.
[text] I’ll be over in ten with a bottle of patxarran.
[SMS] Oh dear
[SMS] I’ll just make sure to have snacks ready then, shall I?
When she knocked on the door, her look was rueful, and her eyes were remarkably bright for the amount of alcohol that could be smelled on her breath. She held up the bottle as Maria opened the door as if it was a cross between a holy relic and a peace offering. “Care for some bad decisions, ma’am?”
((One of my longest-standing partners. We don’t interact as much as I’d like to, but when we do it’s often hilarious, heart-crushing, or both. Or just plain crack which makes me laugh my head off; that too. ^^ OOC, she’s a very interesting, complex person; she can get caught up in things and stress and snap a bit, but she’s simultaneously very kind and very protective. I always enjoy our conversations, even when I can’t agree on some things, and I admire her respect for nearly everyone. A great person, wihtout doubt, and a lovely rp partner; someone I enjoy knowing to the hilt, and someone who I am very happy for. ^^ ))