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“Mista Steel, we’re gonna miss it!”

It’s eight o’clock in the morning, ship time. Juno has a mug of coffee in one hand, a plate of rehydrated waffles in the other, and no idea what Rita is talking about. He makes a valiant attempt anyway, even though his entire brain feels like that little loading circle that comes up when he asks for too much from his comms. “The, uh. The ‘Vampires are from Venus’ stream?”

It’s enough to derail her for a minute. “Awww, you remembered!” Only for a minute. “But no, that’s not what I’m talkin’ about and this is way more important anyway. Don’t you remember what’s coming up, like real real soon?”

Juno looks around for a calendar, but the only one in the kitchen is from Neptune two years ago. “It’s almost winter, Earth-time,” Buddy mentions from across the room.

“So… my birthday?”

No, Mista Steel, even more important than that!” Coming from anyone else that might sting a little, but it’s Rita. Juno has seen Rita’s party-planning attempts; the way they always seem to fall apart is never because she didn’t try hard enough. “The holiday sale, boss! They’re gonna be puttin’ up Crazy Capsaicin Charlie and we ain’t gonna be there!

He can feel the eyes in the room on them both while he sets the plate and mug down on the table and Rita bounces in place. “And this is… more important than your birthday?” Nureyev ventures after a moment, and Juno struggles to find an explanation that will… well, explain any of it.

“Charlie’s this really big chili pepper mascot thing,” he manages, and he knows he’s failed to explain anything by the slow rise of Nureyev’s brow.

And we gotta shoot him!” Rita’s screech is at least as urgent as if she were actively under attack.

daily affirmations: you are isildur’s heir, not isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.

I was going to make a "same braincell" joke but honestly reading this over and over again was actually very moving and I might need to go lie down.....maybe the real affirmations were the friends we made along the way etc etc

The Empty House - part 3

"I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a grey mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand. “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies."

also - shoutout to @haedraulics for doing a sketch of mid-hiatus Holmes with long hair that captivated my heart so much I needed to include that idea!

there's some kind of a capella happening in my mentions

Phil: Oh, there's the Techno Memorial. This is really nice.

Quackity: [Gasps] That's sweet dude, that looks so nice. 🥹 Dude, I always look back on that clip of Technoblade– There's two clips I have with Technoblade that I absolutely love watching–

Phil: About the orphans?

Quackity: Yeah, he's like: "I'm the second worst thing to happen to orphans" and I'm like, "What's the first thing?" he's like, "Quackity. They weren't always orphans."

Phil: Yeah, that's a classic.

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