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emmelynart · 10 months
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Loving my stickers from @emmelynart 💞 Go to her store and check out the cool wares
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emmelynart · 11 months
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emmelynart · 11 months
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Happy Pride, friends and lovers. 🏳️‍🌈
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✨Prints✨
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✨Stickers✨
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emmelynart · 11 months
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Happy Pride, friends and lovers. 🏳️‍🌈
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✨Prints✨
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✨Stickers✨
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emmelynart · 11 months
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emmelynart · 11 months
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[playing twister]
Chris: Alright, right hand red!
Eddie, on top of Buck: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Chris: I stopped spinning fifteen turns ago. I'm surprised it’s taken you this long to figure that out.
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emmelynart · 11 months
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a spin on a classic
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emmelynart · 11 months
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I literally overanalyze every single thing that happens in my life then wonder why I’m overstimulated & have no energy for anything else
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emmelynart · 11 months
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Nice fangs bro do you wana make out I mean make out I mean make out i mean make out sorry i mean make out i mean ma
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emmelynart · 11 months
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STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
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emmelynart · 11 months
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers 💚
Ahhhhh, I've never had an ask before. Thank you, Jules 💚
The feeling of one of my kitters purring against my chest while I hold them.
The smell of the rain and the sounds of thunderstorms (sans tornados).
That calm feeling I get when I step outside after a fresh blanket of snow has fallen, and all of the city's sounds are dampened - like the whole world has gone quiet.
Hot Earl Grey tea or a warm cup of coffee with far too much creamer.
Drawing and painting - and the people who have encouraged me to fight through my insecurities so I don't put that part of myself in a box again. 💙
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emmelynart · 11 months
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Buck moments in rescues that make me go *blushing furiously* *twirling my hair*
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emmelynart · 11 months
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you don’t talk too much. you aren’t too loud. you aren’t too needy. you aren’t too sensitive. you aren’t too this, or that. you aren’t too much anything. you will never be too much: you are you, and you are allowed to take up space. you are allowed to exist however you choose.
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emmelynart · 11 months
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After the long weekend, I'm playing catch-up with all of my mentions. Thank you to everyone who tagged me over the weekend and this week 💚 @spotsandsocks @heartbeatdiaz @shortsighted-owl @buddiearemydads @the-likesofus @rogerzsteven @alyxmastershipper @911onabc @elvensorceress and @rose-buddie
I've been very busy, so not much writing has been done, but this is from my new wip (currently just called scared!eddie)
Eddie throws the truck into park and kills the ignition. He's not sure how he got here, to be honest. He hadn't had a destination in mind when he left Buck's apartment, but here he is.
He peers out at the house, debating whether he should go knock. He's been here enough times and made enough memories that not knocking feels wrong.
He glances at the clock to see it's just after midnight. There's a light on inside, so there's at least one person still awake.
Running a shaky hand down his face, Eddie tries to calm his heart rate. The breathing exercises Frank taught him seem to help a little, but he’s still feeling jittery when he reaches for the door handle.
The night is quiet for LA, only a few insect noises to be heard. The truck door slams shut, and in the quiet, it sounds like a finality.
As he walks up to the front door, he wonders if this is what it felt like for people marching to the gallows. And maybe he’s being a bit dramatic, but that’s between him and God.
His heart is in his throat as he knocks, threatening to choke him. He thinks maybe he’d deserve it.
Athena’s in her robe when she answers, glass of red wine in hand.
“Eddie?”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, his mouth opening and closing on a syllable that won’t come out. Athena stares at him, concern creasing her brow the longer he stays silent.
“Eddie?” she repeats. “What’s wrong? Come in, come in,” she adds, ushering him inside, down the stairs, and onto the couch before he even realizes he’s left the threshold.
His hands are trembling, so he folds them together with his elbows on his knees, trying to hide it.
I'm not tagging anyone since I haven't been around much and don't know who all has posted already, but feel free to tag me anytime if you want to participate and haven't been tagged 💚
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emmelynart · 11 months
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Fanart inspired by @jobairdxx's Find Us (a Place to Land) on AO3.
Please go read it. It's so good. ❤️
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emmelynart · 11 months
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✨New Buckley-Diaz Family Sign sticker design on my shop.✨
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emmelynart · 11 months
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I wholeheartedly believe that Ryan Guzman looks at an acting direction and goes, “Could be gayer”. And does that instead.
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