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“Hold on, we’re sending in Great Red as backup-” “No, don’t. You won’t make it here in time, and… Tobi, I… I’m sorry. This was never, I never meant for you to, god, I’m sorry!” Deidara’s voice gets an increasingly desperate tone to it, and the control room is as quiet as if its occupants were all holding their breath. Maybe they are. Tsunade certainly feels like doing it at the moment, but she fights the urge. Her men, these boys, really, need their Marshall coherent and in control right now. Gunfire’s left leg and arm are both entirely wrecked, and even there,

There is a bird on your patio. You're frozen in the doorway. You don't know anything about birds, don't know what kind of bird it is, but it's very large and very vicious-looking. And it seems to be glaring at you. You glance at your sandwich. The bird leaves the bread alone and squawks impatiently for more of the sausage. It keeps coming back. In the mornings, when you drink your coffee outside, the bird usually keeps you company. Sometimes you quietly talk to it. It seems to listen and you appreciates the chance to put your thoughts and ideas into words. Your friend once suggested you get a cat. You figure the bird is even better. It's a

"Help", Dave deadpanned. Beside him, Terezi went from snickering to cackling madly. She was covered in a white bed sheet with holes cut out for her eyes (for some reason) and horns. Beside her, the one and only Mr. Sunshine himself was grumbling from underneath his sheet (it was so obviously an act, Karkat adored John and would do pretty much anything asked of him, holy shit, did he think he was subtle or something) and they both looked absolutely ridiculous. Dave wasn't really one to talk though, since he was covered in a sheet as well. With shades covering his eyes ("Your shades look absolutely ridiculous, bulgemuncher!") as always. This w

Well, isn't this cute, mused Bro as he stood watching the two boys sleep. It wasn't as if he hadn't known, or at the very least suspected as much. He was Dirk Strider; he always knew everything that was going on in Dave's life. But he still hadn't expected to walk in on his bro sharing the bed with their house guest. The boys lay tangled as close as two tanglebuddies getting some serious tangling on, John's back against the wall and Dave facing him, noses almost touching. The sleeping bag John had brought with him when he arrived lay unused on the mattress beside the bed. Bro idly wondered if he would be able to snap a photo of this heartwar

Zuko stared at his sister. His sister smiled serenely back at him. They were situated at a plain, white table in a just as plain, white room, one of the visitation-rooms of the facility. There was a big glass window showing the sea and a few islands during the day, but at the moment it was dark outside, so instead it acted like a mirror. The glass was unbreakable. Azula would know. When they had first taken her here, she had tried with all her might to break them. But that was before... Before what? She sluggishly turned her attention back to her brother when he opened his mouth to say something. But when Zuko's eyes met hers, no words cam