Fuck it Friday
Tagged by @wikiangela. Thank you lovely 🥰
The words are not flowing today, it’s like pulling teeth. Which is getting me all down because I want, no need to finish the angsty part of this fic. But ahhhhh I’m finding it so hard to write certain parts 😩.
Anyway, here’s some Eddie alone with Buck in the hospital room after Chris snuck in to visit (Hen is a good friend and knew Eddie needed a moment so is taking Chris to the gift shop).
Obviously from The Lightning Amnesia Fic because it is constantly consuming my thoughts.
The room falls quiet as Hen closes the door behind her, the only noise the machines keeping Buck alive.
Hesitantly, Eddie steps closer to Buck.
He looks so small right now, so young. There’s a five o’clock shadow painting his jaw and Eddie’s hand twitches, wanting to reach out and run his fingers over it, to feel the coarse hair on his fingertips. Not even two days ago he’d used his tongue to trace that jawline, marveling at all the noises it drew from Buck’s lips.
He moves to the bed and takes a seat on the edge by Buck’s hip. Reaching out, he carefully curls a hand around Buck’s wrist, fingers on his pulse, feeling his heartbeat. The touch, the subtle thump thump thump of Buck’s heart is comforting. A reminder that he is alive.
“Hey sweetheart,” he delicately strokes his thumb along the skin above Buck’s wrist, “you gave us all quite a scare there for a minute. Well, 3 minutes and 17 seconds, but who’s counting?” He huffs at his lame attempt to use humour to lighten the mood, knows that it would’ve received a fond eye roll from Buck. “God I miss you. I miss you so much.”
Eddie abandons Buck’s pulse to take his cold hand in between his own, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss to Buck's knuckles. “Don’t leave me, Buck,” he whispers into their hands, “Don’t leave and go where I can’t follow.” His breaths begin to come in short, ragged gasps, tears stinging his eyes like shards of glass. He bows his head to rest upon their clasped hands as the reality of the situation overwhelms him. “I can’t do this without you. I don’t want to do this without you. Please don’t make me”.
He feels like he’s drowning in an ocean of anguish, lost among the waves and current, trying desperately to reach the surface but not knowing which way is up. He wants to break free of the water, to be able to breathe without feeling the hollow ache of not having Buck by his side.
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Day 5 - :D (John Egbert as seen in @badlydrawnjohn )
If there's one thing I'll never truly get over, it's the simple enjoyment of character ask blogs~
(It's transparent too~!)
=Thoughts=
Mimicking someone else's style - whether loosely or with great accuracy - is a lot more time-consuming than one might expect. The way shapes are formed, the style lines come out, even the particular texture of the pen, all make for a lot of small adjustments as you go along in the strive for accuracy.
I opted to use my usual pen texture since it makes it feels less like I'm directly copying someone's style and more going for a homage-type deal. I find it to be a nice blend of mimicking and intentional personal influence. It's even more useful with simpler styles since it avoids uncanny valley effects when the style is slightly off instead of noticeably so.
That said, for a simple style, there were certainly a few key challenges. The head shape took a few tries since it was either too round or too flat. The shoulders too since I was trying to avoid making them look too broad. Somehow - though fittingly enough - the neck wound up key to the shoulders and helped out with the head.
The hands are probably the one part I didn't put in as much effort for accuracy, especially the left-side hand. I still put in some effort, so it looks different to my usual. I kinda like how it came out, and might have to study it a little for my cuter styles~
It's fun doing style mini-studies with simpler styles. Makes for good line practice and gives appreciation for even the simpler-looking styles. It's like learning about the unique fingerprints of each artist~
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Can you explain the carraville ship to me please (like context and the steps of the relation and so on? If it isn't too much)?
I see your posts and I grow curious.
R U KIDDING?? IT'D BE MY PLEASURE!! I feel a huge responsibility to represent the carraville fandom lol, so my dear carraville mutuals pls do help fill the blanks n lol hope you don't regret this ask cause as you know, I have a slight tendency to go on a maniacal j-stor length rant hahaha
So basic's basic first, who are they? They're football pundits! They work for sky sports (the major broadcaster of premier league football in the UK), and their work encompass commentating on matches, giving their analysis on tactics, players etc, we'll go into details later. But there's an incredible background story to how they came to work together and here's where the fun begins!
Righto so, if you know my blog, I'm always most fascinated with enemies or rivals who came together in the end despite their differences (or actually BECAUSE of their differences like fedal!). I just thought that this is one of the most uniquely special and incredibly powerful bonds that represents how amazing human relationships can be, it is often our opposites who understand us the most!
Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville encapsulates this relationship perfectly but also perhaps most comically. They are an example of how ironically funny life can be as they are technically THE SAME PERSON but from opposite sides (hey WE LOVE MIRROR OPPOSITES!)
How, you ask? So football pundits don't just get plucked out of journalism school, they are mostly former players, and very specific ones: Those that have strong characters (that ppl actually found interesting to watch on telly), and those that have brilliant tactical minds. So both of them are incredibly witty and funny, and they're great readers of the game!
And this actually comes from their playing days. So both Neville and Carragher were defenders. Carragher especially played centre back (Neville played right back) and were leaders of their team for a long time, which meant they had to organise everyone while reading the game at the same time. But here's the catch:
They played for 2 different clubs who have the oldest, fiercest longstanding rivalry in the premier league (UK football) and perhaps even in the world: Carragher played for Liverpool FC and Neville played for Manchester United. In here they call this the Northwest Derby, as they are both clubs from cities of Northern England who are historically most successful both achiement-wise and size-wise.
So... they used to LOATHE each other, and this isn't just the passive-agressive détente Messi and Ronaldo used to have during el clasico matches, oh no, English football in the early 2000s was quite violent, and both Neville and Carragher were amongst the staunchest characters in their teams. There are reasons for this, which comically prove that they are actually the same person!
Aside from playing in the same position as each other (though on opposite sides of the field), they also have similar backgrounds/relations to their clubs. They are ONE-CLUB MEN. Now this is very rare in football and have gone quite extinct nowadays, but basically, they are LOCAL boys who were born in their cities (i.e., Liverpool and Manchester), grew up supporting their clubs, and their club identity became their identity so much so that they only ever played in that club for their whole professional career (i.e., they were never transferred nor loaned). They also came from working-class backgrounds in Northern England (Liverpool and Manchester are basically only separated by the M62 highway).
Being local lads means they were the most LOYAL of the bunch, and are also rare breed leaders since they've been with Manchester United and Liverpool FC from their youth academies. They've never left the city and usually have quite an important leadership roles within the team.
But Carragher and Neville were never star players (nothing of the Virgil Van Dijk defenders type you found nowadays). They didn't have amazing skills etc yet they have the most caps (number of appearances) in their club games, and they were still playing matches even close to their 40s. Make no mistake they were actually really good players, both with significant england caps (even during the golden generation of Rooney, Ferdinand, Becks, Lampard, etc!) This is because even tho managers can buy star players, they could never buy loyalty nor replaced the way these two know their club and led their peers. They were sort of the emotional backbone of the clubs so to say.
This also means that their roles have always been as supporting characters and with them it's quite literally. So Carragher (or Carra as we call him) is best mates with non other than Liverpool former captain and forever supertstar, Steven Gerrard. Meanwhile Neville grew up and is still best mate with the global superstar, spice-girl married David Beckham. Carraville were often vice-caps for a long time, taking a sidelined but important role.
Even more mirror symbolisms (it's all a bit poetic really): both LFC and Manchester United have red as their club colours! (Everton and Man City are the blue side of their cities). Neville was part of the Man United team that won EVERYTHING in english football (including the unrepeated treble), but they never really dominated Europe (as Carragher likes to point out). Carragher was part of an underestimated LFC team who didn't win much of local cups but did one insane miracle and beat Paolo Maldini's superstar AC Milan team after being 3-0 down IN THE SECOND HALF in the 2005 Champions League final in Turkey. That night was called one of the greatest comebacks in football, dubbed "the miracle of Istanbul!"
NOW on to the crazy bits:
After they retired, both of them were invited to do this programme on SkySports called Monday Night Football. It's actually one of the most prestigious and highly difficult punditry programmes to do in football, since it's hours of LIVE analysis, dissecting the game one by one using statistics, and reacting live to the teams' tactics as they watched the match.
Safe to say the sky producers must have had the biggest balls on the planet when they decided to put those two together in one studio. The first few shows were quite patchy, but LO BEHOLD the strangest things happened: Gradually the animosity of rivalry turned into something more of a friendly banter (AKA what the english calls a very passive aggressive curmudgeon way of saying they're becoming awfully fond of each other but are too 😤 stupidly 😤 manly 😤 to admit it 😤). Once they realised they're not on opposite teams anymore, their walls came down and people called them two peas in a pod as they started noticing how similar they are to each other!
But this old rivalry makes for a hilariously fun relationship! They hold no barrels and take every. single. opportunity. to slander and make fun of each other. This includes turning each other into memes and petty saving all of each other's past football analysis lest the opportunity arrives when the moment proves them absolutely wrong to make fun of each other on social media.
Fact is: Even though they'd rather be shot dead than get caught saying it in public, they've actually become best mates lol. They still argue endlessly over football, and as the English call it, the season's never officially begun before a Neville-Carragher high-pitched argument on live TV. They even left their former teammates speechless, as they were known to be one of the most aggressive loyalists to their clubs. Neville used to not even be able to walk through Liverpool without getting mangled lol once he had to have a police escort just to get to the stadium, yet nowadays they get greeted by everyone in their respective cities 🥲
So in a nutshell: They are basically the definition of school scoundrels who used to beat the shit out of each other every week being put together in detention (by skysports) and ended up becoming besties lol. I have to say they are probably the most hilarious relationship development you could ever witness lol:
Ok so if you've made it this far (I AM IMPRESSED) and by some crazy reason decided that you still want some more, here are some starter packs for you:
This ad they did for fifa perfectly encapsulates the disgruntled fond and hilarious nature of their relationship!
Here is a compilation of them turning into 5 year olds in front of each other, and debating until only dogs can hear them!
Here is Carragher hilariously tackling Neville on a charity football match after they retired cause they ARE that petty lol
P.s. carraville mutuals lmk if i missed anything!
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The corners of Lark’s mouth lifted into an almost smile at Nick’s singing as he tried to make himself more comfortable in his friend’s lap, feeling oddly safer than he had ever felt in a long time.
He falls asleep to Nick’s voice and the hypnotic twang of guitar strings in the air, the lyrics flowing out of Nick’s mouth like liquid honey. Lark falls asleep before he can understand the full weight of the song Nick chose to “practice” with, or notice how hushed and breathless Nick’s voice had suddenly become.
Nick continued to sing that same song long after Lark falls asleep, long enough for the itch of caressing Lark’s face to become downright unbearable. Nick suddenly paused and his left hand slowly uncurled and slid down the fretboard, his eyes trained on the small strands of hair that had fallen over Lark’s eyes. A second later Nick stopped himself, shook his head as if he had been under a spell, and forced himself to play the next guitar riff-- accidentally strumming the strings a little too loudly. Lark stirred and grunted in his sleep for a second before going quiet again. Nick breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling affectionately at the man.
Nick adjusted his old hand-me-down acoustic in his lap and began slowly singing the song again, this time really feeling the lyrics. His voice softly crooned perfect reverence and longing into each verse, heartbreak was evident in the words and all the notes he hit. After awhile, Nick’s lip began to tremble and his eyes burned but he sang on, his left hand now gripping the fretboard so hard it made his knuckles white.
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