• Crizzy commented on the post, harness 5 months ago

    Brock was like a harness for him; strong, durable, always secure, always right where he needed him. Rusty watched him sleep, watched his head bob up and down as he nodded off slowly, serenely for the first time in what must have been months. He stared at him and the way he seemed so at peace for once, so calm.

  • Crizzy commented on the post, nightlight 8 months, 1 week ago

    It was a little after 1am and Rusty should not be up, absolutely should not have been but he was wandering the halls of Venture Tower anyway. Brock was… somewhere, he didn’t know where, but once he rounded the corner and got to the bottom of the stairs he saw just where. The man was there on the couch, scrolling on his jPad, the TV the only…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, orbit 1 year, 1 month ago

    There was just something about him, Lenny couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it his ultra-calm demeanor? The way that he just didn’t seem to care what other people thought? Maybe it was the way he could say literally anything and get him to crack a smile. Lenny didn’t know but he knew one thing, he was definitely drawn to Carl Carlson like a…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, chill 1 year, 2 months ago

    It felt right, being out here like this, on this chilly november morning. There was sadness in the air too but Rusty brushed that aside. The whole family was here, standing off to the side of the burned down rubble that was once the Venture Compound. It was here they had gathered to commemorate J.J.’s memory, a sort of grave sight or marker if you will.

  • Crizzy commented on the post, sinking 2 years, 11 months ago

    He was sinking, further and further down into this pit of despair. Ian didn’t think he’d ever be able to climb back up out of it either. It’d been years now, years, since he’d begun drinking heavily. After many attempts of quitting, it was just a matter of time before he found himself back in the middle of it. No matter the reason, they were all…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, receiving 3 years, 1 month ago

    Morty was dozing off in his last class of the day when there was an interruption at the door. He snapped to attention, not wanting to cause any more bug eyed aliens to stare his way. The guard at the door approached the teacher, chittering in their alien language before the eyes turned his way. He swallowed audibly. The guard left and his teacher…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, tornado 6 years, 3 months ago

    It hit suddenly and without warning. Who knew such a dangerous storm had been on the way? Wilson wasn’t hurt and really that was the only thing House had been concerned about. Thankfully, he wasn’t hurt either but like he said, unnecessary. Who cares? He and Wilson had been staying in Louisiana for a conference and were reveling in the fact that…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, bleeding 6 years, 4 months ago

    Stan didn’t know what to do. He stared helplessly at his best friend, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” Kyle tried weakly to explain. “No, it’s not dude! What the hell are you doing?!” He was yelling, his voice taking on a mind of its own. Kyle stood and tried to cover the cuts sloppily with some bandages. Stan…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, society 6 years, 5 months ago

    Society can go screw itself. No, seriously. Leonard sat down on the couch next to Sheldon’s “spot”. He was really getting tired of this charade. What was he supposed to do? Continue hiding his feelings? Keep lying to everyone? His friends, his mother, Penny, even… himself? He was in love with his best friend. There was no use denying it any…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, size 6 years, 6 months ago

    Jackson is sometimes concerned about Doc’s size. Yes, he’ll admit it, he’s a worry wort. He’s also a perfectionist who scrutinizes everything and tries to find flaws in anything and everything. He tries not to let it bother him, seeing how skinny the man is. He tries to push the thoughts to the back of his mind and counter them. “He doesn’t eat…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, master 6 years, 6 months ago

    A master is someone who knows exactly what they are doing. Hardly Doc Hammer. He laughed derisively at himself at the very thought of being referred to as a ‘master’. A master is someone in control of their own life and certainly he was not. Why, at this very moment he was reeling once again (and this had happened too many times before to count)…[Read more]

  • Crizzy commented on the post, promise 6 years, 6 months ago

    The breakfast they’d had was completely silent as was to be expected. John held the promise in his heart of an apology from Sherlock but there was none to had not to his surprise. He wished things were different. He wished Sherlock were the kind of man to feel remorse for his wrong doings but it just wasn’t so. He had always dreamed of the promise…[Read more]