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Based on the incredibly funny post by @narwhalsarefalling

Everyone finds out differently. Some are religiously reading everything about the mission and go still in the darkness of their beds, phone glowing in front of their face. Some of them get sat down gently by their parents, maybe even with a counselor or therapist, to explain what's happening. Still more feel like a bolt of lightning has hit them when their friends whisper the news in class.

Undeniably -- and many of them try -- the fact that haunts them is that he went up for them. For their future. For everybody's future, some manage to rationalize, but those who think too hard cannot ignore it. Not for any faceless group of children -- their names and faces and laughs and questions must have been on his mind when he said yes.

It becomes a solid weight between them all. Ex students of his feel it too. If you know someone used to know and love Dr. Ryland Grace, you drop everything to help them when they fall, even if it's just a silent hand. The older students in particular latch onto the class he disappeared on, becoming fiercely protective. New kinship is formed. When they're old enough (even 16, if their parents relent), many of them get tattoos to remember him, even as they're covered up by the increasing layers they need to go outside. A beanie ball of the Earth. Laika the dog. His glasses. The date he left. Sometimes, just a red Petrova Line.

The first year that ex students of his graduate high school, he's mentioned in the Valedictorian's speech. She wasn't even a student of his, but she's grateful that he saved her best friend's life with his care and compassion. She says she hopes that his dreams are sweet. Ryland Grace hasn't even woken up yet.

When his class graduates, there's a seat saved for him in the teacher's row. The principal, throat thick, says that Dr. Grace would be proud of all of them. People leave flowers on the seat and his students get a special tassel.

Babies start being named after him, this time by people who actually knew him. Grief doesn't fade, but the space it occupies gets smaller, turns into an extra jolt of pain when they look up at the darkening sun and know that someone very smart is up there, trying to fix it.

On his "wake-up" day, a bunch of them get together again. They forget old grievances and brush past the awkwardness that time has grown. They show how their tattoos look now. They tell stories and try to guess what alarm clock music he would pick. They try to think of how he'd react to their lives. Many of them are teachers now. One of them has a framed selfie of them on their desk. They laugh about how embarassed he'd pretend to be while being deeply touched.

Eventually, eventually, they see his face again. It's so odd -- they have grown and loved and lost and yet he looks exactly the same. Wears the same shirts. When the government brings those who want to come to a naval base to show them exclusive footage, he teaches the same way, too. They all get a hard and digital copy of the special message he left for them. It confirms what they've known all these years -- that he is happy to serve for the future that they've been having, that their kids and grandkids will have, that he hopes has been treating them well. Listening to all of his adventures, all that he has gained and done for them, it doesn't feel like blame anymore.

(Edit 1: will probably write a fic about this stuff! Feel free to leave inspo! Will be posted on tumblr @jayistootiredforthis if I do so go there!)

(Edit 2: 100% making a fic. Feel free to continue extrapolating and making your own thoughts!! Remember it will NOT be on this account, though I'll probably reblog it here. Should I do a taglist?)

This is a spot from an italian estate agency (we are governed by the right-wing party)

The woman says "Ridiculous..."

The old lady is not in her home. She is at work. She's meant to be what in Italian is called "la portinaia", aka a cross between a doorwoman and cleaner of a residential building. She's in her small "office" space, at the entrance of the building, from where she can survey the coming and goings of the inhabitants. It's a job that has mostly disappeared, but is culturally very clear to us as having the connotation of "potentially gossipy, one-million-percent judgmental woman who sees everything that goes on in the apartment complex, knows everyone and their secrets, and has Strong Opinions™️".

The rickroll in several different shirts

Thorin: I am King, I can do anything as I pleases

Dwalin: ...

Thorin: ...

Dwalin: Bilbo is mad and kicked you out of bed, did he?

Thorin: yeah.

Thorin and Bilbo running out of Erebor and into the forest below, hand in hand as they giggle like little boys. They wear only their finest, comfortable travel clothes patched by their loved ones hidden beneath wool cloaks.

The morning air is chilly, grass slippery from dew, but Thorin can tell by the birdsong its going to be a beautifully warm day. Bilbo can smell it on the breeze.

They stop their dancing chase through the woods only once. Thorin bends to pick a flower up from the grass, tucks it behind Bilbo's ear. The kiss that followed was all consuming, so much so they almost forgot their quest. Blushing shyly, they resume their happy hurry.

Bilbo thinks of a happy song, one he hadn't heard in years. He hums it as their journey slows, facing a rocky slope down. Thorin guides his every step downward, ready to hold out a hand to support Bilbo. To his delight, Thorin knows the song too. He hums right along, his hands warm on Bilbo's hands.

They meet Bard on a shallow shore. Hidden beneath the graceful slope of a willow tree, the three convene.

Bard stands in the lake, the water lapping gently at his ankles. Bilbo stands with his bare feet in the grass. Thorin doesn't know it yet- he won't know it for a few decades, but- he stands about a mile above the next biggest mithril vein in all of Arda.

Words weren't enough. Even so, Bilbo and Thorin spoke from the heart.

So much so that Bard found himself sniffling, choking his tears back to not interrupt the moment. He fondly thought of his late wife, silently wished he could say the same things to her once more. When it was his turn to speak, his time to make their promise binding under the eyes of the Valar, he knew he needn't do so. That any creature, living or dead or immortal could see the bond between the two.

Even still, Bard proudly pronounced them married.

(The moment Dís finds out she misses their wedding, she grabs the both of them by their ears and gives them a good chewing out.)

(Four weeks of festivals and feasts happen. Everyone has to go up a few clothes sizes after making merry for so long.)

Robby groaned pitifully, tightening his arms around Dennis’s waist and pressing his face closer into his boyfriend’s neck. He was practically glued to Dennis's back, breathing in his scent deeply. Clingy baby.

Jack, walking in obviously into the room, paused before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ooo, hugs from behind at work? We’re getting bold now, aren’t we?”

“He’s just jelly that some guy and girl were flirting with me.” Dennis hums, reaching back to pat Robby on the head a singular time.

“Both?”

“Yup.” Dennis popped his p. “Wanted me to join their relationship.”

“Shit, you really are prime throuple material.” Jack frowned. “We need to keep you to ourselves.”

Jack walks over and bullies the papers and clipboard out of Dennis's hands, making the younger man sigh in annoyance, but allows Jack to guide his hands to wrap around his waist.

"I thought we were supposed to be professional at work?" Dennis hums, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s waiting lips. “One could say that you’re both taking advantage of me as my superiors.”

“Such slander.”

“Such lies.”

Robby and Jack exchanged a kiss over Dennis’s head while the younger man rolls his eyes at their dramatics.

“Alright, alright, hands off you two. I’ve gotta get back to my patients.”

“Those pervs?” Jack narrows his eyes. Dennis decidedly does not answer him and simply walks out of the room with a wave of his hand.

——

“Wow, I didn’t realize they allowed models to work in the ER. You’re a fucking dream.”

Jack and Robby stopped in their tracks.

"That's the fucking room." Robby hissed. "This is where I heard them flirt with Den the first time. They're doing it again!"

“Please try to focus on moving your left arm for me.” Dennis is using his customer service voice, which could be kinda hot in some situations, but definitely not if he’s not using it on them.

Robby and Jack, like idiots, burst into the room just to stand menacingly in the doorway and glare at the patient and his girlfriend.

"Is this the troublesome patient, Dr Whitaker?" Abbot scowled, doing his best to look intimidating, and it was very easy for him to do so.

"I can get him transferred to a different hospital in one call." Robby crossed his arms and looked down at the patient. "Just say the word."

Both the girlfriend and the patient swallowed, their eyes wide in confusion and apprehension. Then they turned to Dennis for help, supposedly, because why wouldn't they?

Dennis just let out a sigh, flattered, annoyed, and just needing to get this patient out of his hair before moving on to the next one. "Alright, sir, you seem to be doing well enough. Try to avoid any strenuous activities for at least two weeks. Come back if you have any problems. A nurse will be in here shortly for last-minute questions and to check you out." He finished politely before giving a tight smile.

On the way out, he grabbed Robby and Jack by the arm, hard. "Doctors, I need to speak with you for a moment."

Jack and Robby gulped, exchanging a look and realizing they were in deep shit.

"W-wait, no, Den, I'm sorry, it was Robby's idea! Please-"

Dennis wasn’t going to step in; the bartender had already rushed away to grab security, and a lot of people were already giving him a verbal lashing

But for some stupid, stupid reason, this man decided that Trinity would be the perfect victim for his harassment campaign and would not leave her alone

Then he started to advance, pushing aside the people who were doing their best to hold him back

Dennis doesn’t really remember what happened at that moment; he was so scared and angry that he saw red, but on that walk home, Trinity held his hand tightly and was still smiling. And he was unscathed, which is always a plus when you get into a fight. So, it must’ve been good

"You should've fucking seen yourself, Huckleberry. You were like a hurricane!" Trinity cheered, arm linked with Dennis. "I'm surprised you had so much coordination considering how much you drank."

"... I think I'm gonna throw up..."

"And now, because of your heroic deed, the bar is giving us free drinks for a year! An entire year! You're my lucky charm, farm boy!"

"Trin... walking too fast..."

Good things never last, though, because the next morning, captain douchebag was at the ER causing another fucking rucus. Which seemed to be the only thing that he was good at

In the light of day and no longer under the influence of the free alcohol he garnered for being the hottest twunk at the bar, he was able to see the damage that he had done

It wasn't pretty

There was a clear black eye, dark purple and swollen, that had stretched down to his cheekbone. He also had a split lip, a broken nose, and, from what Dennis could see when he flabbed his gums, a missing tooth. If he had to guess, there's probably a lot more damage underneath the clothes that he was wearing

Yikes

Luck was apparently not on his side, since he was called over by Robby to help out. He warily walked over, unsure if he should speak up and tell his boyfriend, but he didn't get the chance

The man screamed shrilly when he saw Dennis, backing up as far as he could in the hospital bed and holding his broken nose that once again started gushing blood

“No! No! No! Get him away from me!” He shrieked at a register that made the doctors and the nurses close to him wince and then turn their heads away from the sound

Trinity rounds the corner, jogging toward the commotion, only to stop and stare wide eyed at the man screaming bloody murder

“Whoa… small world…” she muttered, standing beside Dennis and leaning her elbow on his shoulder.

“Stop that, we’re the same height.” Dennis pushed her off and took a step forward. "Dr Robby, I believe it'd be unwise for me to work on this case. The patient and I have a history."

Robby's brow furrowed as he looked between Dennis and the enraged man. "A history? If you don't mind me asking, Dr Whitaker?"

"He's the one that fucking did this to me! I can't believe you employ doctors like him!"

Several eyebrows shot up as everyone turned to look at a wincing and embarrassed Dennis. Trinity, gleefully laughing behind him, did not make it better.

Robby's eyebrows shot up, and he completely ignored the patient, turning to Dennis completely and walking closer, taking his boyfriend's hand into his own. "Are you alright? Not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, but he's a bigger buy."

"I... it wasn't unwarranted." Dennis simply stated, giving a small squeeze to Robby's hand. "But I swear I'm all good. Trinity can vouch. I'll get outta your hair, and we can talk more later. If he says anything homophobic, though, just give me a call, and I'll stand menacingly in the corner." He joked.

"Ah, I see. Don't worry, we've got a lot of scary nurses to keep him quiet." Robby winked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's knuckles and chuckling at the cute blush on his cheek, expertly ignoring the gagging coming from Trinity.