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Count My Little Scars (i've got dozens down inside): Part Two - By ChasetheWindTouchtheSky
ao3 link! | two-shot | complete | 32k
In the end, it’s Bobby who says something. Because it’ll always be Bobby in these moments of pain, pulling himself out of his own tragedy to reach a hand out to others. “He’s not dead, Eddie.” Is the first sentence.
Eddie thinks it’s meant to be comforting, but it only makes his panic ratchet up. The unending questions, the need to understand the situation – no one is giving him answers and he has half a mind to just scour the hospital until he finds Buck himself.
Bobby seems to catch on, because he stands, Athena’s hands not leaving his. “His doctor came to give an update. They—” Bobby runs a hand down his face, breaking for just a second so that Eddie knows whatever words are about to destroy. “They don’t think he has a good chance of waking up.”
Taking a step back, Eddie puts his hands up. “Wha- wait. I-I don’t understand.”
Because he doesn’t.
He doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t understand the words in that placement. They don’t belong together, they shouldn’t be one right after another. He goes to tell Bobby this, to tell him that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s as if his words won’t come out right. Everything tilts, everything shifts, and in an instant, everything is different.
“No.” is what he responds with.
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kindledrose · 9 months
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goofy hermit doodles!! because uhh why not!!
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tangerisms · 3 months
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save me old man hockey... old man hockey save me
[inspired by acheronist's talaria art! i saw it and immediately got brainworms over it]
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hakureimus · 5 months
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I started working on this before Session 9 happened I swear
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love-3-crimes · 4 months
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how i look with he/him pronouns in my bio
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ball-of-butter · 11 months
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the way some maven apologists will hateeee on cal as if cal himself wasn’t the only maven apologist in the series
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mattodore · 1 year
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coming into who he is later in life than most, julian is no stranger to being asked, "don't you feel like you've already wasted too much time? aren't you worried you won't be able to get what you want?" it's a no-brainer for julian that he can accomplish anything he sets his mind to, but he always gives a measured response to these kinds of questions. he asks, "does the garden snail give up halfway to the leaves? does the giraffe retreat if the tree is too tall? i'm doin' this because it's the only way i can live. i'm doin' this to be me."
julian for @rainymoodlet's kiss me in komorebi bachelor challenge 💕
name: julian lee vance
age: 37 (adult, born may 30th)
traits: ambitious, goofball, neat (+ cheerful and worldly)
aspiration: master chef, julian wants to master and try all kinds of dishes from around the world
height: 5'9" but insists he's gonna grow more if he keeps eating right
background info:
julian went through most of his young adult life doing what he thought was expected from him, so coming into his 30s found him unhappy and lifeless. he needed a change bad. he started simple: every day he was gonna set aside some time from his grueling work as a lawyer to make himself a proper meal—after all, he really needed to lay off the take-out. from there, julian found himself with a real sense of passion for something and he knew it was a source of joy for him that he needed to pursue.
julian married his high school sweetheart, jeannie, straight out of school, but the relationship ended in divorce soon after he turned 21. the long distance between their out-of-state colleges was a natural stressor, but julian realizing he was gay after encountering another man like him at a party blew the whole thing wide open. jeannie freaked out on him and they didn't speak for over a decade. later, when they were both in their early 30s, jeannie messaged him on social bunny to tell him she'd recently come out as a lesbian, and said, "ain't that funny, jules? it's like we were searching for our community the whole time." they've been close ever since.
julian heard the news about daniel taylor coming out and starring in his own show from a friend of a friend. he'd never heard of a dating reality show for men like him before, so he found himself curious and started watching clips from your dad's garage online. six hours into a deep dive on daniel taylor later, he found himself flustered and feeling a little bit silly for crushing on a guy he'd never meet. a week went by and then—drunk on the same wine he was using to make beef bourguignon—he sent a messy, poorly formatted, rambling submission into kiss me in komorebi talking about how much he wants to meet daniel. a little hungover the next morning, he sent a little prayer out thanking every higher power out there that he hadn't sent any selfies or actual identifying information about himself in the application and no one would ever know it was him.
jeannie was the one who sent julian's new and improved application into kiss me in komorebi for him! after he told her about his new crush and the embarrassing application he sent in while wine drunk, she seriously started drafting an application for him then and there. "it'll be good for you," she told him. "And anyway, you're tryin' to be more adventurous, aren't you? isn't this an adventure?" she hit the submit button while sitting beside him, laughing and patting his back while he hid his face.
fun facts:
julian actually loves reality shows! he's just not one for dating shows because he always feels bad for the people who just wanted to find love but got sent packing. his favorite reality shows are the ones where he gets to see people working on their passion craft. cooking, special effects makeup, tattoos, fashion, drag, and recently woodworking... he loves all of it.
julian is big on adventure (a new trait of his!) and is always willing to try new things out at least twice, because everything and everyone deserves a second chance.
anthony bourdain was his biggest inspiration in throwing his law degree to the wind and changing his entire career in his 30s.
middle eastern cuisine is julian's favorite type of food.
his favorite thing to eat is shakshuka, one of the first meals he had at jeannie's house after they reconciled.
the scar on julian's jaw is from a cooking accident when he was just starting out. sometimes you just get a little too overzealous while trying to cut into an egg plant. julian's distaste for egg plants now is basically just a fear response.
julian loves how food brings people together. to him, food is a conversation between cultures, between languages. it's a connection to everyone who came before him and everyone after.
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tinyplanetss · 10 months
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doc getting suffocated by chickens AND sent to spawn AND having to fish his tools out of Chicken Sea....... hes actually gonna blow up their bases this time for real
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arctic-hands · 8 months
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Lol I never resent my mother more for both smoking while pregnant with me and constantly smoking around me throughout my childhood despite my already diagnosed and serious chronic health issues (plural) than when I really miss playing the clarinet
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catgirlkirigiri · 1 year
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The designing process for this was just me going “don’t make them a self-insert, don’t just straight up make them me, don’t- oops. That’s me” and honestly good for me. Anyway toh witchsona yippee
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Part Two of Count My Little Scars has officially been started! Time for Alternate Reality vs. Hospital times...
Evan Buckley has a schedule whether he likes it or not. Typically, it’s firmly in the not column, the man all but ready to climb out of his skin when his alarm goes off in the morning. It’s like he’s ready to vibrate out of his skin at all times, an unrest buzzing that he can’t quite put a name to. Pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, he tries not to fidget, but finds it difficult. It’s worse than most days, like the ones where Evan nearly goes to his secret storage unit on Bullfinch Ave. where he keeps his bike out of the watchful eyes of those around him.
“Evan, stop fidgeting.” Margaret whispers as she passes him, carrying a bottle of wine that she had just procured from the fridge. “Your collar’s fine.”
Evan disagrees, but he knows there’s really no use arguing. It feels like it’s choking him, holding his throat until he can’t breathe, but he wonders if that is just how he’s felt his entire life. The figure next to him nudges his side and gives him a look that clearly states ‘can you believe we have to do this?’ which makes him feel a little better, but he places his hands under the table and sits on them all the same.
The entire situation is weird. They barely traveled growing up, and now the entire Buckley clan is around a table in an AirBnb in Los Angeles, pretending that this is something that happens regularly. Sitting on his hands is helping settle the nerves, Evan doing his best to breathe through his nose.
He has a schedule. And rules. These were often explained rather forcefully when he was younger, but somehow the railings became natural as life went on. He spent his life unable to breathe, ready to crawl out of his skin, and that was okay because it was what was expected of him. Because there was no room for anything else.
“I want to make a toast.” Phillip says, scooting the chair out from the table, the wood scraping against the tiles, scratching at Evan’s ears. “For this momentous occasion.”
At five in the morning, Evan’s alarm goes off. He presses the snooze button exactly one time, eventually rolling his exhausted body out of bed and down the stairs to Maddie’s old room, that his parents converted to a gym when she moved out.
“We all know why we���re here and in L.A., but—” Phillip chokes for a moment, coughing into his hand. Evan can see the water in his eyes and for a moment remembers why he does everything he does. “But this has been a long time coming. I think we can all agree.” Those around the table laugh.
After running for forty-five minutes, Evan switches to weights. He tries to keep as quiet as he can while his family sleeps, setting the heavier and heavier weights down gently after each rep. He goes until his muscles scream, until the buzzing under his skin quiets. Until the voices that he’s fought in his head his entire like stop scream.
“We are here, not for our first time in a hospital,” Phillip continues and the laughter continues. “Certainly not our first. But for a special one. Because our Daniel is finally getting his transplant!”
Whoops around the table grow and Evan has to do his best not to flinch at the noise, his hands starting to lose feeling. Daniel turns to him, a half-hearted smile on his face, like he knows. His older brother always has, no matter the situation. It’s enough to quell that voice in his head that is a little too vicious, a little too loud for his own well-being. Parts.
“All the tests, all the waiting—”
Waiting. Evan tilts his head down. It isn’t an explicit dig at him, but enough to sting. It would’ve been sooner, if he hadn’t broken the schedule and been a little bit reckless. Always reckless. Selfish. Not thinking of what he was made for.
After working out, Evan takes a shower and quickly grabs a protein bar from the cupboard. He’s never been great at cooking, the majority of his meals coming from leftovers from his parents or something that comes in bar form. He gets ready for the day, messing with his hair long enough to get his curls to tame because his mother has never really liked the fact that it made him always look young.
“—and finally we’re here! Daniel getting his transplant, and from none other than his younger brother, Evan.”
People continue to cheer and Evan isn’t entirely sure why. It’s not a surprise that the kidney would come from him, it was always the plan, it was what he was meant to do. Bowing his head under the scrutiny, Evan gives the tablecloth a smile for something to do, feeling Daniel knock his knuckles against his thigh under the table. When Evan looks at his brother, he’s giving him an encouraging look, as if to say it is a big deal. How can it be, if it was what he was born to do?
“Our miracle baby.” Margaret assents, and Evan thinks it’s supposed to sound loving, but that nasty voice starts to grow.
Parts parts parts.
He then drives fifteen minutes to the accounting firm, because his job can’t be dangerous. It can’t be unpredictable. He has to be careful. He has a purpose. A purpose he was born for, that he can’t step out of line because of.
“Because on Friday, our Evan is giving his kidney to Daniel!”
The cheers grow louder and Evan gives everyone as big of a smile as he can.
Evan Buckley has a schedule.
Whether he likes it or not.
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miracleghast · 1 year
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just watched joels session and oh my god that was eventful to say the least
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neverendingford · 1 year
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#friendship arc over. time for your regularly scheduled unfriending of all new social contacts#the problem with making friends is that if you're not actually making good friends then they're not worth the energy they cost#I have a limited amount of mana and low value friends with high mana cost are simply not worth keeping in my deck.#I'm never going to get anywhere spending my energy on people who provide nothing in return#yes altruism is good. yes we give and love and grow#but I cannot give without recharge. I cannot love if I am not loved in return.#I can't hold a conversation if you never talk back#it's not a date if only one of us shows up#sorry. I'm in a mood cause I'm watching Arcane and honestly I might be vibing with Jinx a little too hard#I could keep talking but the problem is people read these now. you see me now. you see me hurt. you see me scream and cry and bleed#do you remember the night I rambled about Mononoke? I talked about ego death and how my whole world was spinning#I couldn't see straight and I could barely sit up#I poisoned myself. did you know that? I tell everyone I cut my veins because that's easier#easier than telling them that I put my chemistry skills to good use that night. natural oils and pills from the local pharmacy#all in neat little capsules homemade#I make everything myself. food. lanyard. comb. gloves. even shoes one time.#I've made my skin a hundred times over. I counted one time. you know that? I counted how many scars I have.#give me a second I'm gonna make art now#tag talk
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mach1ne-g1rl · 1 year
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joel has 9 kills and is STILL the 3rd lowest on time,,,
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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what are you writinnngg
is abt....... the spoilers kinda.... and bakugo looking sexy.... even tho........ he has a lot of scars.............
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stars-in-our-skies · 2 years
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im just thinking about boys’ hands. that’s all
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