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banancrumbs · 1 year
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sleepover
inspired by this post!
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littlespoonevan · 1 year
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thinking about how one of the reasons i’ve always felt we haven’t really seen eddie outwardly React to buck being in danger is bc he’s never really been in a situation where he wasn’t Absolutely Sure he could save buck. like with the truck bombing, eddie is clearly agitated when they can’t get to buck but once he can?? he’s holding buck’s hand and helping hen treat him while the others work to lift the truck bc he knows he can pull buck to safety when the time is right. same with the factory explosion. they don’t linger on eddie’s reaction much but, again, as long as he can find buck he knows he can get him out. and he does. he’s the first one to grab the rope and the first one to reach him which infers a lot about the moments we didn’t see. 
but now, eddie’s screaming buck’s name and trying to pull him to safety but he can’t. so he has to lower him to the ground instead. he has to put buck’s safety in everyone else’s hands. and as soon as he’s off the truck he runs to buck’s side again but bobby drags him away and makes him drive. so he spends three minutes driving to the hospital, not sure if buck’s even alive, and as soon as they stop he’s the one demanding to take over compressions. he’s the one yelling at the doctors to “Do more,” because he’s not allowed to do anything else except wait now.
and, on the one hand, it’s devastating to watch eddie slowly start to crumble because he clearly feels so helpless. but also, even through all that helplessness, even though this is the first time he really doesn’t know if he can save buck........he still did???
because he was the one to get buck’s heart beating again.
and that. that is something i going to need three to five business days to recover from, frankly
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albatris · 11 months
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them!!!!!!!!!!
zeke, alex, quinn, nat, yvonne
of "a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears" fame
emjoy <3
tagging my taglist because I'm proud of getting them all done hehe
@transmasc-wizard @saturn-iidae @polyaubergine @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @softboiled-doomdesire @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @femme-gerard @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter @itisi-asimplegay @constellationof0rion @writing-is-a-martial-art @manuscriptsatmidnight @starry-winter-skies @cream-and-tea @gailynovelry @lefttigerobservation @indecentpause
I copied u all out from my phone notes app so apologies if I skipped anyone fdhkdhdd
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beatriceportinari · 1 year
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(Open the photos for details)
(2024)
Happy birthday Izuna! And happy one year anniversary to me @everyizuna :D
Most of all a huge thank you to wasabiskull for lending me your lines! It was a pleasure and an honor to play with them <3
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namari-hime-moved · 7 months
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FAIRY TYPE MIKU OUT!!!
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septimus-heap · 27 days
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Okay my idiot sep heap dunmeshi au.
Marcia=marcille. Bc gay ppl. Also I think marcia would also scream and cry if she had to eat monsters in a dungeon. ALSO I think the dark magic thing would be very funny for marcia to do
Cerys=falin. Bc gay ppl
Silas=chilchuck. Except less divorced. Idk he's just a hater. Chilchuck is a hater. It makes sense to me
Marcellus=laios. For reasons. partly bc he's related to cerys in canon but also I think that he could totally be a freak in this specific way
Idk who to put for senshi. As far as I can tell no one in this series can cook so idk. Maybe it's just regular senshi
I also don't know who to put for izutsumi. Maybe she's just herself also
There's nothing else for this I just need to post this so u can all see my vision
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rimbaudthursday · 2 months
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worst post ever competition
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iwanna bash his stupid stupid head into a wall fry them blend them explode them with my mind!!!!!!!!!!!
top ten anime villain oikawa twinkalicious toru ihope he collapses
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secondsundering · 1 month
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IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME
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starburstsobsessions · 8 months
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making sure I can still draw them after the war (book 10)
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honeydew-sillies · 1 year
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Thought it would be kinda silly to draw the Polaroid from this little thing I wrote so I did!! I like how it came out :D
(If you recognize my style please do not comment on it NDJSNSN)
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dilf-din · 5 months
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:)
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jewishcissiekj · 5 months
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Highschool is so fucking weird man. Today (well actually it's 12 am now so yesterday) this guy brought this weird ass gun that didn't have actual bullets but had something that actually hurt a person in it to school. Threatened a bunch of people with it and all that (shot someone with it too i think?). And this girl lit a cigarette in the class doorway to see if there was a teacher coming and the class smelled awful for the rest of the day. And we had the mandatory state medical course and I ate Instant Noodles and probably made the smell in the class worse. Maybe I should've gone to the religious all-girls school that's closer to my house (NO. FUCK NO).
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homosexualcitron · 6 months
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some oc stuff with Meg and Yu!!! Meg's first design was funny... they're still a catboy tho
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afieldinengland · 1 year
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the fact that the rsc’s aumerle, mad with grief on grief, cannot understand how utterly unlike richard the new king truly is. the fact that he cannot for the life of him comprehend that bolingbroke is prosaic, war-willing, armed, pragmatic, not a poet obsessed with icons and weakened by flattery— a man who, had he wanted richard slain, would have simply done it himself, and hunted the white hart with ease across the battlefields. and aumerle tries to win his favour with a deed that would have won richard’s, taking on an act of violence the sun-king would have been squeamish of against an enemy he could never have conquered on his own. the most unnecessary blood, the most desperate act of a man who had to plot, unplot, and now swear fealty to a king who deposed a king he loved— and he is turned out for it on the sword-edge of disgust for a last indelible death. he shows the body of his lover to the crowned figure he still sees hazily as that man in the coffin and says “here, cousin— for you”
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ahollowgrave · 1 year
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// In which Odette & None go fishing...
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You are a world away when you feel the line tug. Your hands respond more out of surprise than any real skill, a sharp tug upward. Out of the corner of your eye, you see None’s big ears twitch and they rise. Embarrassment burns in your cheeks. You want to impress None but fishing has never been one of your talents.
They are next to you soon enough, guiding you through the steps. Pull, reel, pull -- let him go a little, sweets but not too much. Is he heavy? Their voice is a rasp, a fall of gravel. It is low and quiet as though they fear the fish might hear and give up the pursuit. Their fingers close around the pole, carefully avoiding touching you. Gratitude filled you twice over.
With None’s aid, the fish is out of the water before long. They nimbly remove the hook from the fish’s lip - you wince in sympathy, feel a burning in your throat - and then None gestures to you. You lift your arm so they can measure the fish against it, expression thoughtful.
You think None is beautiful. 
(You would never tell them this, they would say thank you but they would hate it.)
Their hair is a dark, deep green that reminds you of moss and their eyes are large and brown like the worn leather of your pack. Their fingers are calloused and their face lined with age and grief. It never tells you much but you know None well enough to read the minute changes.
(You once told them they must have been born old and sad. You had meant it in a mean way. You had been twelve. None had laughed and the sound had filled you with such joy that you saved it, folded it up many times, and stored it in a corner of your heart.)
None pulled the fish back with a shake of their head, the end of their big, droopy ears swaying with the motion.
“Too small.”
They kissed each of the fish’s cheeks, the air just above its scales, and then wordlessly held it out to you.
You obediently leaned forward to mimic the gesture; a kiss for thanks and a kiss for luck. The fish stared blankly back at you, mouth gaping. None turned and squatted to gently release it into the water once more.
“S’good catch,” they murmured as they washed their hands.
“It was too small,” you detest how your voice whines when you say it and you sink a little more into your embarrassment. 
“Lotta things are,” None replied with a shrug. Their voice was dry as ever. Nothing ever phased None and it made you envious, crybaby that you are. “We just try again.” They turned back to you and patted their stomach and, unexpectedly, gifted you with one of their grins; fierce and out of place on their exhausted features.
(You do your best to memorize the expression. Forever stealing traits from those you adore; it is the only love language you know.)
None is saying, “I’ve got a big hunger so, get back to it.” They hand you the fishing line. They have already baited your hook for you and though it wasn’t your hands that pierced the worm with the hook you still feel… queasy. You watch it wiggle for a while, trying to puzzle through the emotions that sit heavy in your stomach. 
None hasn’t let go of the fishing pole. They are watching you.  You don’t mind, you never have. None watches you how they watch everyone; how you imagine a tree might watch a squirrel upon its branch. They are only observing, perhaps some mild concern for safety.
Their eyebrows lift in a silent question.
You want so badly to be something else, at this moment. But you are what you are and your heart beats from the edge of your sleeve.
“Does it hurt…?” your voice is so small.
None’s right ear twitched and they looked down at the worm on the hook.
“Probably.”
“Oh.” Not the answer you wanted and your heart constricted painfully.
None makes a noise. Some might think it annoyance, maybe anger. You know it is helplessness. The silence stretches long.
“If I take it off the hook it will likely die anyway, sweets.” Their voice has changed. You hate and love that you have this power; to change the enduring monotone of None’s voice. It is softer now. Like someone has laid velvet over the gravel in a strange attempt at comfort. “Next town I’ll buy different bait.”
It is a victory of a sort but you do not feel pleased. You can only watch the worm on the hook.
Eventually, None casts the line and places the pole in your hands.
“Fish gotta eat, sweets. So do I.” It is gently said and you think None would kiss your brow if you were different. 
For the first time, you are thankful you do not. 
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beebabycastiel · 2 days
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✨personal update from yours truly✨
Hi y’all. I just wanted to hop on here and explain myself for basically invisible manning for over a year.
The short version is my partner and I ended things in a very horrible way. Cheating, abuse, the works. Shortly after that I was laid off of my marketing job. Shortly after THAT my father (whom I am super close with) had open heart surgery with complications. And my 20 year old cat passed away. So, in laymen’s terms? Shit has been utterly Fucked™️ since 12/22.
Things are slowly untangling themselves from their fucky little threads. I live closer to the city (that’s Chicago for me), gone low contact with my mother, got a wonderful boyfriend who doesn’t ever make me feel like my mental illness is a burden to him and a best friend in my life who doesn’t make me feel small and stupid. I’ve recovered from another ✨attempt✨ and I’m steadily working towards a management position in my field.
I say all this because I’ve been getting a lot of comments on my fics. Saying these really wonderful things which make me cry and I gleefully read to my boy who literally cannot watch shameless because it reminds him of his upbringing but loving listens to me ramble on about it.
I say all this because I feel like I’ve abandoned a community that was like a light to me. It inspired me. It comforted me. And it gave me some really wonderful connections. And I’m sorry that I haven’t played tag games in a while, or responded to dms, or been active, or written a single word that wasn’t marketing copy in over a year.
I say this because you all have meant so much to me. And in some way my words have meant something to you. And that’s not only super powerful but really why I wanted to write in the first place when I was a lonely little kid being SA’ed by a relative.
I don’t think I can write right now. And to be honest, I don’t know if I ever will. But this community has touched me and made me feel less alone. And I couldn’t go any longer without thanking each and everyone one of you that call this community a home too.
I’m getting better. I’m healing. I’m not floating on my back in the proverbial pool before I break up with my true love on the stoop of my house. If anything, I’m kneeling on a sticky floor of some club, crutches tossed aside and knuckles bloody telling you all that I love you. More than anything. And I’ll be back eventually. Just not now.
I love y’all so much. Really. And thank you for everything.
- Bee ❤️
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