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Due to recent episodes I can now confidently say this is Buddie

funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

#buddie #9 1 1 abc #buddie 911 #tell me i’m wrong #buck is now certain that he’s a BIcon #but is dating a man who is the carbon copy of Eddie #he just doesn’t know it yet #and Eddie has been coparenting with Buck for damn near 6 years now? #said “I don’t trust anyone with my son more than you #cried in his arms when he felt the most alone in his life #IS HIS COUCH #and now is struggling with his catholic guilt? #Eddie Diaz is a fruit and no one can convince me otherwise #this got away from me #point is #this is them #eddie diaz #evan buckley #the men that you are #if you see this no you didn’t #especially if you’re Oliver Stark or Ryan Guzman #cause apparently they see this stuff too sometimes #if for whatever reason they see this please pretend you didn’t #thanks #inject it into my veins

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OP is forever relegated to cup and plate duty for luncheons and potlucks

Made the worst brownies ever created just now

#trypophobia #this shit looks like…well nah all those prev tags pretty much cover it #please never cook again #lovingly of course #dumb bullshit #nice to meet queue

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hope is a skill

#you deserve hope #hope is good #important

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love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded

#shakespeare #must share #arts and entertainment #love a good #call and response #nice to meet queue

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come on man

#according to taylor swift this is what matty healy is like #prev tags so real #she goes back and forth between #embarrassingly horny for him #and calling him a loser freak who thinks he’s cooler than he is #unfortunately she’s kinda real for that #by that I mean #I can relate #I was like that in high school about this one guy #but I’m sane enough to have some shame #this turned into a rant #if you see this no you didn’t #taylor swift

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re: last ask about my big gay ghost rider’s body - something along these lines, maybe?

his name is tentatively benjamin, even though there already are several bens/benjamins in the marvel universe. ‘ben’ is okay, ‘benny’ was reserved for his sister and niece, ‘benji’/’benjy’ only if you want to part with your teeth and/or your spine (depending on his mood)

#I’m so bisexual #if you see this no you didn’t

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@sleepysquib and I were discussing Stardew Valley and Ace Attorney and we said that Phoenix would have sunflowers on his farm, and that Miles would be a sheriff (Phoenix convinced him that a sheriff was a western samurai)

This can count for both an AU where they move to the valley or for them playing the game itself, but this one is specifically about them playing the game (Trucy showed it to them)

Phoenix immediately starts rizzing up all 12 bachelors, but Miles (unaware of this feature) just starts to farm

And then he sees Phoenix romancing everyone and he’s like “!! :(( But this was supposed to be me playing a silly game with my husband…”

Phoenix tells him it’s just a game and that he could pick one of the bachelors if he wanted, so Miles ends up picking Shane but he can’t figure out why. Phoenix doesn’t know why either at first.

Phoenix also ends up landing on just Harvey because his secret autism for airplanes reminds him of Miles’s secret autism for the steel samurai

But once Phoenix sees Shane’s winter outfit, he realizes Miles picked him because he reminded Edgeworth of Phoenix and he finds that very funny

Also Nick would definitely talk in a southern accent while playing and both of them would get way too into character

#how does it feel #how does it feel to take possession of my heart so easily? #I love this #ace attorney #doctorsiren #stardew valley #this is fucking art bitch #inject it into my veins

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#tag yourself #I’m unown #purely for the bit #dumb bullshit #nice to meet queue

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#i’d watch it #WHO SAID THAT? #nah no shame lol #if you see this no you didn’t #cw suggestive

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WATCH THIS VIDEO

a very, VERY important post. spread everywhere and screen record the video to your phone. or message me and ill happily send you the video. give to every woman and girl you know.

bc as they both said / demonstrated, its not only super easy to do, but super easy to miss.

#sad #important #but sad

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#I was a lurker for my early tumblr days #so I only recently started following people for real #so it’s real low #like 80+ something #dumb bullshit #nice to meet queue

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after my werewolf boyfriend pulls out

#every picture is flagged for no reason #but I will reblog this every time I see it #I die laughing #it’s so funny #dumb bullshit #if you see this no you didn’t #mature #if you squint #nice to meet queue

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

#reblog for later #the blessed mind of this user #inject it into my veins #this is fucking art bitch

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he has the cringefail beanix aesthetic 💖

#I still need to play stardew valley #just for #Shane #shane my beloved #yes i know #he’s damaged or a drunk or whatever #but I can fix him #I swear #stardew valley #ace attorney #shane stardew valley #if you see this no you didn’t

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Free Palestine protesters shut down the Golden Gate Bridge and 880 freeway in Oakland. This is huge🫡

#free palestine

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You order a package off Amazon. When the Amazon delivery guy shows up to your door, instead of giving you the package you bought, he beats the shit out of you. Then, when he sees that you are not dead yet, he calls all of the Amazon delivery people in the area and they all proceed to beat the shit out of you. Miraculously, you survive. Another miracle: a friend in your neighborhood caught the assault on video. After a month of recovery and extensive hospital bills that you have no idea what to do with, the video has gone viral. You read the comments below. “This is what happens to people who fuck with Amazon!!!” Someone says. “I’ve never been beaten up by Amazon employees, and I’ve been using them all my life!” Someone else comments. Later, you start to see articles popping up about your story. They all mention that when you were 17, your license was revoked for reckless driving. In a Facebook post on your mom’s feed, someone is going on a rant about how not all Amazon delivery guys are bad, and that if you look really close, the “bad” ones are just stressed out. Your name is trending on Twitter. Jeff Bezos films a response to your attack, denouncing the video of you getting beaten to within an inch of your life by his employees as becoming “a symbol of hate towards Amazon.” The people who attacked you still deliver packages around your neighborhood. You saw one of them just yesterday as you were watering your plants. You still can’t pay your hospital bills. Your phone dings- Twitter again. “Maybe if you didn’t order from Amazon,” someone pipes up, “this wouldn’t have happened!”

#heavy sigh #piss on the poor

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I have no idea how long I stare at him me? us? after the guys in the stereotypical suits close the interrogation door behind me. It must be too long, because he turns his head to me from where he sits in the middle of the room after sitting still for however long.

“Are you gonna take a picture or what?” His voice is just like mine, except it’s a bit…gruffer? Not in a drastic way, he’s still got my timber at the core. It just sounds like he stopped trying to lighten it to be heard better. It’s surreal to hear. I was always told I needed to enunciate better as a kid but I figured out years ago now that it was really just my voice was deeper than I thought it was. Maybe he stopped caring enough to be heard. Maybe he never did.

“C’mon man, is this universe’s me a mute or something?” Great, I irritated him before I even spoke a word. Well, if he’s gonna be snippy…

“Guess you’re the version of me that never worked through our anger issues.” I cross my arms and match his bitter face…which has less of an effect when it’s just my face. Damn this is weird.

“Nothing to work through. Anger isn’t an issue, it’s a tool. But maybe you’re just not strong enough to use it.”

“Yeah, exactly some shit I’d say at 15.” I straighten out and walk to the chair across the table in front of him. “Lucky for you, I learned to be patient with teenage me—er, us? Whatever. Point is, I’ve been on this big healing journey for years and I’m sure I can handle—“

“Goddamit, went from not a word to rambling. And you’re comparing me to a teenager? Middle school me called, he wants his disposition back.”

“Oh that’s a big word for Elmo. I was worried you would have a limited vocabulary considering the fact that you’re dressed like My Chemical Reject. What, are you a villain cause you’ve robbed a Hot Topic in every universe?”

“At least I don’t look like a Stepford Shithead. You’re wearing a pastel yellow polo and think you can talk shit? And are those boat shoes?”

“Hey! Pastel Yellow is the third best shade of yellow! And they’re Oxfords, not boat shoes, you heathen!”

“For fucks sake.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re pathetic.”

“Says the guy in handcuffs. Can’t be that great a villain if you’re getting caught.”

That must’ve struck a nerve, because quicker than I can blink, he jumps towards me. He’s only held back by inches—courtesy of the cuffs. I can’t help but jump back instinctively.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” I’ve seen myself angry before, but it’s always a bit weird—even when it’s just looking at myself in the mirror. I spent a lot of my life dissociating myself from my anger because I didn’t want to seem “dangerous”, so seeing my own angry face was more like locking eyes with an alien. But actually, literally looking at my own angry face… I think I used surreal earlier, but I need a new word. And I was the one ragging on him for a limited vocabulary.

“Don’t call you…villain?” I raise my hands, both in defense but also to show I mean no harm.

“Yes! I’m not a fucking villain! I let that shitty hot topic joke slide but you don’t get to call me that! You don’t even know why I’m here! What I’ve done!”

“Yeah, okay, fair enough. But in my defense, you were being a prick.”

“Oh God, so sorry. I’m handcuffed in a different universe where no one I know knows me, just the me that’s you. But yeah, I hurt your feelings. So sorry.”

“Alright, the sarcasm isn’t helping your case.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

We stare at each other for a few moments. Then I break the silence,

“So, are you gonna tell me what you did or was that outburst for nothing?”

“Fuck you!” He jumps at me again; I don’t flinch this time.

“You already said that, dude. We aren’t going to get anywhere bickering like kids.” I sigh and sit back in my chair. “Look, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. I don’t know if we have all the same experiences, but after all the unfair assumptions I’ve had to deal with in my life, I should’ve given you more grace.” I send a genuine look.

His face flashes a brief moment of shock at my apology. Then it settles into a frown. If I had to guess, he was hesitant.

“Thanks… but I don’t think I’ll be telling you anything, even if you are sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Cause they’re listening, doofus.” He didn’t make any particular moves to reference who “they” is, but he doesn’t need to. I sigh again.

“That’s fair. But I also don’t think shit’s gonna end well for you if I can’t get any info out of you.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ve gotten out of stickier situations.”

I chuckle softly. “Yeah, if you’re anything like me, I believe that full heartedly.”

“What, you break out of any government facilities lately?”

“Nah, unless you count playing hooky in high school. But there’s this guy I was ‘friends’ with that getting rid of felt like Mission Impossible so I figured it’s the same.”

He laughs at that. He looks almost like he didn’t want to at first, but he honest to God laughs. “Stupid fucking joke.” But he’s got a smile on his face I recognize. I remember the first time I smiled and meant it after years of faking it. It was relieving, it was raw, but small enough to be private and personal—like no one else was allowed to have it, like no one else could ever take it away again. He was smiling like that.

“Hey, it made you laugh. So that makes you a stupid fucker.”

He flicked me off. I return the favor. There’s an easy air in the room now, replacing all the tension.

“As much as I love my own company,” I begin, “if we aren’t gonna talk about whatever you did, I think we should save ourselves both the trouble and cut this short.” I go to stand but stick my foot out to press atop his in full view of anyone watching—my oxford pinning his combat boot to the ground softly but firmly. Trying not to draw any attention to myself as I do, I stick my hand in my polo pocket and pull out a small card. In the same motion, I bring him in for a seated hug that catches him off guard. Out of view of cameras and facing away from the obvious one way window, I drop the card to the floor behind the foot I have pinned. Standing up, I feign shock,

“Oh man, did I scuff your shoe? So sorry, here lemme just,” I bend to the ground and untie his bootlaces while shoving the card into the boot. Then I pull back with a shit eating grin, “ay yo, got your ass! Try not to eat shit when they walk you outta here, edgelord.”

He still looks lost as hell but his eyebrow is quirked, like he’s almost put it together. I turn from him and head to the door. It’s open before I can even knock on it. As it closes behind me, the agents don’t even give me room to breathe before they’re on top of me.

“It doesn’t seem like you tried very hard to get answers in there.”

“Hey, you brought me here cause no one knows me better than me right? And I’m telling you, I’m a stubborn son of a bitch. If he isn’t gonna talk, he’s not gonna. Not even torture could make him.”

“We’ll see about that.” He threatened. “Follow your escort out of the building. If we need you, we’ll grab you. And lastly, you didn’t see a thing, got it?”

“Aye aye.” The suit squinted at me but was satisfied.

As I left the building, I quietly thanked my bosses for insisting everyone make and carry around their own business cards. I thought it was stupid before but it came in handy today. Now I just have to wait for the call I’ll get when he gets out—when, not if, I’ve got faith in him—and he can stay at my place until we figure this out together. I’m not all that worried about being suspected for aiding and abetting, I think we’re both good enough bullshitters to come up with a plan for that. And it’s not like I’ll mind sharing the space, I already live with myself everyday.

I hope he tells me what he did sooner rather than later. The suspense is killing me.

Your are your normal, boring self. Today, however, you’ve been abducted by the government to interrogate a super villain from another dimension - Yourself!

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writing inspiration #i haven’t written in so long #feels good #i should do this more often #my stuff