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How tf am I supposed to be able to go to school today when THIS SHIT IS HAPPENING
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AHHHHHH ALL I FEEL IS FEAR FOR THE FUTURE
Wow I don't like the sound of THAT
I cannot!!!
Me and my roommate have been watching Sherlock. It's the 3rd episode of the 3rd season and it is FUCKING THRILLING (I only just started. Don't judge.) And then, with only 9 more minutes to go, my roommate PAUSES THE EPISODE and says he can't go on because he's falling asleep!!! And therefore, so can't I, since we have an agreement to only watch it together! (I should have never agreed to that) AND I DONT KNOW WHEN WE WILL BE ABLE TO CONTINUE!!! I CANNOT!
MY PANDAS HAD NO CHOCOLATE HOW DARE!
(These are pandas btw)
back at it with criminal minds s16 spoilers!!! (episode 5!)
......I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THEY KILL MS JENNIFER JAREAU IMMA SET IT OFF!!!! YALL GIVE US THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF HAPPINESS WITH WILL NOT BEING SICK AND NOW YALL PULL THIS SHIT??? I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE 😭😭😭 NOT MY FAVORITE MILF!
The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, the full moon taking its place in the new night sky as stars twinkled like a blanket of diamonds overhead. The campfire crackles and pops, its flames enough to both cook dinner to fill their bellies before they call it a night and to keep them warm in the slightly chilly air. The calm of the night is accompanied by crickets singing their song in the distance, hiding somewhere among the greens of the forest.
Sonic takes in a deep breath, the scent of the forest's damp moss and decaying leaves bring a sense of tranquillity to him that no city can. He looks into the pot he has skillfully placed over the campfire in a makeshift holder and takes a wooden spoon to stir the chilli cooking inside, its delectable aroma filling the air as it tickles his nostrils and makes his mouth water.
Little feet patter towards him. Sonic doesn't need to look back to know who it is.
A small hand reaches out and gently touches his shoulder.
“Hm?” Is the only acknowledgement Sonic gives to the little fox cub standing behind him, his eyes still on the pot to make sure he gets the chilli perfectly cooked.
“Sonic…?” Tails calls, there's a strange hint of nervousness in his voice that, Sonic thinks, doesn't really go with the peaceful nature of the night.
Sensing something wrong, the hedgehog looks over his shoulder. Green meets blue but blue doesn't return the gesture.
Tails is picking the fur on the tip of his namesakes again. He does this a lot, Sonic has learnt. He's no expert himself but the four year old before him has some habits that he thinks no four year olds are supposed to have. Sonic isn't going to dive deep into that yet, some other day maybe but for now he just softly taps the kit's forehead with his knuckles to bring him back to reality.
Tails looks at him. There are tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
He looks scared.
Sonic immediately gets off the log he's been sitting on, the wooden spoon abandoned in the grass as his quills bristle. He grabs Tails by his upper arm and looks over him, wondering if he's hurt.
Tails is quick to shake his head and tell him he's fine. Sonic looks at him dumbfoundedly, his eyes alone asking, “What is it then?”
Tails kicks a stray pebble, scuffs his shoe on the ground.
Sonic has to tap his forehead again to get an answer out of him.
“It's just that… Um, I was wondering, when you…”
Sonic isn't known for his patience, Tails knows that. So before Sonic taps his forehead again, Tails words his worries.
“When will you throw me out?”
The words don't hit him as much as the sincerely behind them does.
Sonic doesn't know what form of shock appears on his face but whatever it is, it makes Tails fumble over his words as he anxiously flaps his hands and tries to explain what he just said, “I-I mean, it's been three months now and you— you've been very nice a-and, I'm— I'm, I've been eating your food and using your supplies a-and no one has kept me for long without—”
Sonic doesn't like the way fat tears roll down his muzzle, he doesn't like the way Tails cuts himself off mid sentence as if he's scared to say more, he doesn't like the way Tails thinks he needs to be abandoned for some reason. Sonic likes Tails; the little guy is smart and keeps up with him without asking him to slow down. Despite not having had a home and being bullied by other kids, he's still more well-mannered than Sonic is. Not to mention, Sonic likes Tails just for the sake of it. No one wants this kit. Sonic does.
So naturally, Sonic gently wipes away Tails’ tears. He points towards his own chest and then pokes Tails’ with his index finger before signing, “Together.”
Me and you; together.
Then Sonic holds his index finger up with his gloves palm back and draws a few large circles to sign with a promise, “Always.”
They will always be together and Sonic will never leave the little cub before him alone.
Tails will never have to feel alone again. Not when Sonic is here
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Sonic is tired.
It's been a long day.
He heaves a sigh when he takes a step closer to Tails’ Mystic Ruins workshop. The lights are on, he's glad to know Tails is here. He found him purely by chance today, he didn't have to run into multiple labs scattered around the world to find him which is good because he's already late. The night has fallen. The moon isn't visible under all the clouds, Sonic can't see a single star.
He thought he'd visit his own.
He ignores the way his hand shakes when he reaches out for the doorknob. It's rather cold tonight. It won't be long before it starts snowing.
Tails likes playing in the snow.
Maybe they'll make a snowman.
He opens the door and steps inside. His vision gets a little awry for a second as the interior of the live-in workshop spins but that's okay, Sonic closes his eyes and gives himself a minute. It's okay. He's okay.
He just wants to see Tails.
He steps inside, a little dizzy. He looks around the place in search of familiar golden fur. He doesn't find it right away so he walks in further. Briefly, he wonders if Tails is working late again and if he will have to drag him to his bed and tuck him in again.
He's not against the idea.
It might be a bit selfish, but for time's sake, he'd like that.
Tails has grown up on him so fast.
He remembers when the little four year old first asked to be tucked in. He was so shy, so unsure, so terrified of asking to be loved.
Sonic loves Tails.
That's his little brother. He raised Tails. He took him in when no one else would — and quite frankly, whoever refused to give the kit a home missed out because Tails is amazing. He's everything and more. His little star, his sunshine. He loves him more than anything in this world.
He frowns.
Sonic doesn't remember the last time he told Tails that.
He doesn't remember the last, “I love you.”
He knows he doesn't say it often. He never felt like it was something that needed to be worded. Not saying it didn't mean Sonic didn't feel it. That's just been the way they go about their lives. There are many unworded things between them, not any less stronger than the ones that have been voiced.
Yet, Sonic feels a strange pang of guilt.
What if Tails doesn't know?
His little brother's self-esteem is always lingering in the negatives. What if he thinks Sonic doesn't love him because Sonic says it like once every two years during his most vulnerable moments? Sonic doesn't like that, Sonic doesn't want Tails to feel unloved because that's just simply not true.
He should've said it more often.
“Sonic?”
The hedgehog smiles at the voice. Tails has found him.
Emerald eyes slowly shift towards him. The fox is wearing a knitted baby blue cardigan, standing on the staircase. His eyes are on Sonic's left hand that rests just above the hedgehog's hip, stained red.
It's really cold, huh?
“H-Hey, bud…” He greets weakly, his smile ever-present.
Tails looks horrified, he gasps, “Sonic.”
Sonic doesn't reply. Not right away. Not when his voice fails him. He didn't come here to worry his little brother, no. He just came here to see him.
He reaches out his free hand towards Tails, takes a step forward but he ends up unable to maintain his balance.
He sways.
Tails catches him before he falls.
“Sonic!”
The fox bands his arms around the teen’s torso to support him, his breath hitches as he struggles to grasp what he's seeing. A million questions running through his head. How did this happen? Who was Sonic fighting? Why didn't he call him? Why didn't Tails go with him? Why didn't Tails know? Why didn't the hedgehog's communicator record his vitals and ping Tails? Where is Sonic's communicator? What's he doing here? How much blood has he lost? What should Tails do—
Tails feels Sonic's hand cradle the back of his head, the hedgehog removes his bloody hand from his wound to loop it around Tails’ back and pull him in a hug, staining the cardigan before he rests his face on top of Tails’ head, nuzzling in his soft fur.
Tails is so much warmer.
“S-Sonic,” Tails feels the panic slowly bubbling up in his chest, “Sonic, what happened—”
“Shh…” Sonic hushes, “Don't worry about me.”
“Shut up.” Tails lets out a humourless chuckle, “If you don't want me to worry then don't walk in bleeding out like that.”
“Sorry, lil bro.” Sonic mumbles. Then quieter, “Couldn't really control it this time.”
“Sit down, let me check the wou—”
“No…” Sonic slurs. Tails feels his blood run cold when the hedgehog tightens his grip on him, and doesn't let him go, “No. Just… Just let me…”
He didn't come here to be treated. He didn't come all the way here to worry Tails. He knows coming here light-headed from blood loss is going to worry Tails whether or not he wanted to, if he didn't want to worry his little brother then he shouldn't have come.
But he can't help it.
He doesn't want to leave without seeing him one last time.
“Sonic?” Tails calls but the hedgehog remains quiet, still in his hold. So Tails calls again, “Sonic?”
And he doesn't know why his voice sounds smaller, why he sounds scared. Is he terrified? What of? They get hurt all the time. It comes with their line of work. Sonic has been hurt before, so has Tails and they both recovered. Now isn't any different, is it?
It shouldn't be.
Sonic promised.
Always; he said always. He promised. They're supposed to be together forever.
Sonic is supposed to be fine, then why is he scared?
The hand on the back of his head slowly slides down, the weight of Sonic's body increases on him.
They tumble to the floor but Sonic wraps his arms around him tightly as soon as they do, not wanting to let go any time soon.
Sonic pulls Tails closer. The kit's chest undoubtedly tainted red by now. Sonic's still glad, at least it's his own blood in the fox and not Tails’. He buries Tails’ face in his chest, he gently pets him and lays a soft kiss on the top of his head. Tails wraps his namesakes around him in return, hugging Sonic like his life depends on it. The younger doesn't like the implications of it all as Sonic starts brushing his fingers through the fur on Tails’ back but Sonic doesn't seem to care.
He's content.
But with only one regret.
“Tails…?”
“Yes, Sonic?”
Sonic wants to say he loves him, more than he can ever imagine. Sonic wants to make up for every time he didn't say it, he wants Tails to know.
His words fail him and he ends up with, “I'm sorry… I promised to go on that trip to Chun-nan with you. I don't think I can anymore.”
“That's okay… We'll go when you're better, won't we? It can wait.”
Sonic just hugs him tighter, “I-I don't think I can, bud.”
His voice cracks and Tails tries to escape his hold to most likely give him a very painful dumbfounded look.
Tries, because Sonic doesn't let him.
“Why?” Tails asks. The teen feels his tears on his chest, “Why?”
Sonic smiles even though Tails can't see it.
“Hey, now… Don't be sad, okay?”
“No.” Tails shakes his head, “No, stop talking like that you… You promised. You promised.”
He knows that. He has promised Tails so many things. He's afraid he could only fulfil a few.
At least there's one thing he can do before going.
He doesn't say it often so naturally, it takes him longer to find the words, “You know I love you, right?”
“Sonic, please—”
“It's okay. It's gonna be okay.” He hushes him, scratches the back of his ear to calm him down.
They sit like that for a while. It can't be more than a few minutes but its feels like year pass until Sonic's starts feeling more and more sluggish, until he can't get his fingers to move enough to pet Tails, to brush his soft fur. His hold on his little brother gradually gets weaker.
With the last of his strength, Sonic separate himself from Tails.
The kit looks up at him, ocean eyes filled with tears.
Sonic looks into those eyes for a minute before pressing his forehead onto Tails’.
And at last, he says,
“I love you.”
(Tails doesn't move, he doesn't know how long he holds onto his brother till Amy visits — and when she does, he finds himself unable to cry anymore.)
Sister: *finishes test and is about to hand it in
Classmate: *whispering "What is the answer to question 2?
Sister: *looking him dead in the eyes "I don't know" *slowly hands in test
One of my sisters who’s graduating high school (same one i went to) in a few months found this and god I can’t with this school anymore 😂😂😂😂
GHIBLI I TRUSTED YOU
ghibli failed to adapt this
Student zoned myself today 🥲
Aahaghah s WBY I ONEE I LOVE BT SO MYCHH
Sgbsbb
He’s my little guy
My oodle boodle
I love him
the final day
Loyalty
they'll never break these promises, right? never, never, never
I hope he doesn't break that last one.
everytime i need to cry for a play, i think about the thirteen in KOA
everytime i need to cry for a play, i think about the thirteen in KOA
