#or technically this morning

[greenteaandtattoos]

I want to set the record that I fucking PROPHESIZED Laudna's counterspell. I joked about how they would only survive the encounter with Ludinus if they could somehow pull a Scanlan and whip out a 9th-level counterspell or smth and tHEN LAUDNA DID

TWICE

#critical role #cr spoilers #c3 ep75 #laudna #i took this screenshot the night before #or technically this morning #but i thought our difference in reactions to the combat starting was funny #i DIDN'T EXPECT TO HAVE BECOME A PROPHET IN THAT MOMENT

[chronicowboy]

His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

#sami rambles #sami? writing? who is she? #anyway i wrote this in the 15 minutes i had before i had to leave this morning so it's bad #but i couldn't get the idea out of my head so. #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911 spec #tommy kinard #911 fic #911 ficlet #buck x tommy #bucktommy #buddie ficlet #911 spec fic #<- not really but technically i guess. idk just to be safe and sure.

[stevebabey]

The drip in the roof of the trailer is what wakes Steve.

A steady plink! of water meeting wood somewhere above them. It always leaks a little in the trailer after it rains, like a gentle metronome of fat raindrops sneaking inside the cracks. While it used to annoy him, Steve just finds it soothing now.

The curtains Eddie had poorly shut the night before are askew just an inch, letting through a sliver of sunlight. A beam sneaks through, makes the room glow, walls painted golden. Steve revels in it and it’s warmth; lets out a yawn and stretches like a big cat, giving a soft groan as he does.

His elbow knocks into Eddie’s side as he does and Steve feels the familiar rush in his chest, fond affection filling every vein— and he loves it.

He loves that momentarily forgetfulness born from his sleepiness, where he forgets that he gets to wake up with someone by his side. Wake up next to Eddie, no less.

Steve loves it, adores it, because really what it means is he gets to remember it every morning.

He gets to roll closer and poke Eddie gently on the cheek, a small smidge of him just wanting to check if he’s real. If this, this love, is real and his. Eddie lets out a groggy groan, buries his face further in the pillow. Steve grins. Yep, he’s real.

Eddie makes another groggy noise and this time pulls his face out of his pillow slowly. He looks like a disgruntled cat, hair still stuck to his cheek, some small patch of drool left on the pillow. Eddie makes a soft ‘hmph!’ and one hand reaches up, wiping across his face lazily. His eyes peek open.

And as much as Steve loves his own secret moment in the morning, it’s blown out of the water by this every time — the moment Eddie sees him. Brown eyes see him and Eddie just softens. Like butter in the sun. Sinks further into his pillow and smiles, sleepy and wonderful.

Normally, they both let sleep comes and go, drifting across the sheets in half-hearted cuddles that Steve melts for every time. Today, Eddie’s smile grows into a happy grin. Then his hands are stretching out and he’s making small grabby hands across the sheets, urging his boyfriend over.

“C’mere,” he says, hands finding Steve’s side and pulling him, soft. “Gimme.”

Steve grins, heart flip-flopping. Goes without any resistance, shifting to snuggle up to Eddie, tucking up and under his chin as Eddie’s does his best to scoop him up in his arms. It’s warm. Eddie’s pulse is a small comfort to Steve as he rests his head upon Eddie’s chest, hands curled around his middle, thumbing at soft scar tissue. Thump-thump-thump, Eddie’s heart says, and Steve can somehow easily read the love in it; his stomach turns again, in a dizzy elated way.

“Mm, birthday boy,” Eddie hums, but he’s still so sleepy that birthday sounds more like birfday. Steve feels his heart jump in surprise — a moment in which he’s baffled Eddie knows. That Eddie remembers. The last couple birthdays… well, he hadn’t been friends with Robin til after his birthday in ‘85 and then, well, with everything in ‘86… It’s been awhile since someone has remembered is all.

He doesn’t mean to sound as surprised he does when he murmurs, “You remembered?”

Eddie hums again, a sweet loving noise. His arms around Steve tighten and Steve feels his heart keen when his lips brush across Steve’s temple. A gentle kiss is pressed there. It feels like everything he needs — this quiet small moment of wonder, a tiny moment of tenderness, just for Steve. He presses his own kiss back, lips against Eddie’s collarbone.

“S’look,” Eddie continues, dragging his arm off Steve to point somewhere on the wall. Steve follows his gaze and then— there it is, on Eddie’s calendar. Circled in red is April 29th. It’s covered in sloppy hearts, so much there’s no room for any word other than ‘Steve!!’ in the middle; his birthday. Marked so Eddie would remember, wouldn’t even dare the chance to forget it.

Eddie drops his arm, returning it to where it was, hooked over Steve’s side so his hand can run soothing soft touches down his back. He sighs again, another sleepy noise, and Steve could probably cry.

“Precious birthday boy, mm,” Eddie mumbles lovingly. “Lovely precious birthday boy,” he warbles on, voice gooey enough that Steve know he means it. Actually thinks that— that he’s precious, and lovely, and everything more. “What d’ya wanna do t’day?”

Steve tightens his cuddle and whispers, “Just this.”

He can feel Eddie’s grin, in response, and then there’s another kiss to his head. Just this. It’s the complete truth.

#me and steve are like that spider-man meme #pointing at each other #BIRFDAY TWINS!!! #so ofc… havé some steddie loveliness <3 #MWAH #it’s not even technically the 29th for like half of u guys #DONT CARE!!! #have it #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet #this is indeed just a wee ficlet #steddie fic #morning cuddles 🥹🥹 when is it MY TURN #as ALWAYS!!! #gay ppl in my phone…. this one is for u

[cuppajj]

"Once a lowly jelly worm with aspirations beyond anyone's belief, with a bit of magic (and perhaps convincing) it turned into something even stronger... finally, after rigorous training and a bit of dough, it has now achieved its dream and become a - dragon? That's a dragon, right? Whatever he is now, Jelly Dragon(?) Cookie is sure happy to finally have a chance to stick it to the cookies who once laughed at him!" - im being weird on my first crk post kasjhf look i love jelly wormy and i think he deserves to be a dragon... what if he went on a quest and cried so hard at one of the actual dragons that they made him one (air quotes). it was perhaps out of pity but more likely morbid curiosity to see what would happen if a jelly worm of all things got a little taste of power. like giving admin commands to a child on roblox

#crk #cookie run kingdom #jelly wormy #jelly wyrm #jelly dragon cookie #not an oc i guess since hes still technically a canon #BUT #cookie run oc #crk oc #<-for visibility sake #pitaya dragon cookie #wizard cookie #counting down how long it will be until all of my crk related posts are just pitaya lmao #cjj arts #not transformers #<- use this tag if you dont want to see any crk stuff i make lol #au #taking the gamble posting this so late my time... might reblog tomorrow morning #cookie run au #crk au

[makiswirl]

jolyne..... but LITTLE

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jolyne kujo #jolyne cujoh #my art #i'll rb this in the morning i do realize that i am posting this very late. except the first one. i drew that like Right Now. #i technically drew the rest when i started reading yotsuba soooooo.... SLIGHT inspiration....... (ignores the panel redraw) #i pictured her like this prior tho ^_^. i've heard the comparison made a lot and every1 was right #yotsuba is such a good cute little series you all should really read it #jean pierre polnareff #kakyoin noriaki #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #etc etc being thorough with the tags again. as one does #ft. hierophant green. dying. sorry little dude #slowly but surely chugging out my (effort-y) doodles i haven't posted yet #i have sloppier art and ideas on the matter to ramble about please god ask me about them................................... o_o #dadtaro #??? #smolyne #those are their tags i think. idk i just got here pls god correct me if wrong

[goingferalapparently]

Based off of @oozblob 's post (post also contains the original image (which is from alpharad's story on Instagram))

#qsmp #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #qsmp fanart #shitpost drawing #i saw the post at midnight and told myself id draw it in the morning #its technically morning right now (its 4am on a monday night/tuesday morning) #my hands are shaking and double tapping the keyboard i am Not Well #no shading or whatever just the lines and flat colours because again its 4 in the morning #unrelated but cant wait to wake up and see what happened to q!quackity #its going to be just like that day i woke up and found out there was a new egg that died and qsmp tumblr adopted #i love time zones (+ my shitty sleeping schedule) #sun art #sun qsmp posting

[stylesrecord]

LOVE ON TOUR – Los Angeles (1/29)

#harry styles #gif #love on tour #la15 #made these this morning (well technically??? yesterday by the time this posts since it's queued) #but i wasn't so sure about the coloring so hopefully it doesn't look bad

[disfrutalaisla]

It’s so wild to me that everyone from QSMP that went to twitchcon was determined that SOMEONE was getting married in Vegas and I’m so glad it was Forever tbh bc how was it insanely hilarious and yet kinda made me wanna cry

#qsmp #like I know technically it was a wedding not a marriage #they aren’t married but they were married 🤔 #I don’t fully understand how ceremonies work in legal terms tbh #not that it’s that relevant considering he’s not even American so my knowledge would be trash anyway #it’s six in the morning and I haven’t slept yet and I don’t think my thoughts make sense #I hope this post is coherent

[waveoftheocean]

the csm brainrot is too real sjsihefji

#chainsaw man #csm #yoshiden #yoshida hirofumi #denji #hayakawa aki #power #my art #mine #wip #chainsaw man part 2 spoilers #(slight spoilers but jic) #anyways i drew the public safely uniform yoshida last night (....technically this morning at 3 am but WHATEVER) #and it was like #one second im thinking: i really want to draw yoshida but i also want to draw aki and angel but i also have to work #then the next second i look at my tablet and there he is. yoshida #CH 114 HAD ME SCREAMING OKAY #head full of csm...

[puppyeared]

adhd is when you shoot for the moon but you forgot the rocket fuel and by the time you realize it everyones already on the moon and then you panic and crash into the sun and it explodes

#my meds stopped working and i didnt know thats something that can fucking happen apparently??? #like i knew eventually my body can get used to medicine that the effect kind of dulls but for some reason this time around i thought #that my body just decided to become lazier since the meds were already working anyway. cuz thats the thing as soon as smth is made #easier for me even if its the thing thats supposed to make the disability less disabling i get too relaxed and end up fucking up anyway #so i assumed my fucking cells worked the same way LMAO. they still technically work like i can feel my energy spike when it kicks in #but everything else like focus and memory went down and i thought oh so its just a me problem then. my habits are getting worse #even though ive been doing everything the same like setting reminders checking my schedule. hell ive been setting MORE reminders #to make up for the memory thing and i didnt even realize i just knew i had to compensate since it feels like my memory is getting #worse again. and i only figured this out bc my brother showed me an icecreamsandwich video with him talking about the EXACT FUCKING #THING IM GOING THRU WORD FOR WORD #i have to bring this up with my doctor next week so maybe i have to take different meds. i wonder if this will be a recurring thing #i guess one thing that hasnt changed is that im still slow as hell and stuff only comes to me 5 hours after the fact #its 6 in the morning and i only JUST realized that the word froyo is probably short for frozen yogurt #yapping #adhd

[liones-s]

04/01/23 Saturday morning. blank pages and raw figs

#having a morning where i don’t immediately have to be somewhere is bliss #saturdays #also technically the figs were the other morning #but I had to run to class then #journal #also it’s a perfect first day of April #happy spring everyone #studyblr #dark academia #productivity #academia aesthetic #study inspo #literature student

[zilodak]

Don't think I'm going to ever upload the full comic (don't mind the wind shear typo)

#yeah yeah yeah I wrote wind shield instead of wind shear like an idiot but in my defense #I drew this late at night the morning it was due #technically he's also not flying a fighter jet fyi #still equipped with a TAWS though #my art #simulator spring #hussein osman #r slur

[definitely-jax]

#first time drawing on a laptop #well technically not #i used Photoshop one time #but with only a mouse #this time i used #a tablet #and #medibang #sooooooo facny #anyways #you know i had to draw my boy #good old #danno #i gtg got worl in the morning #love yall #danny phantom #dp #danny phantom fanart #dp fanart #danny fenton #not ibis paint #:( #blob ghosts #ok now im done #goodnight

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

i swear that i’ll be yours forever til forever falls apart

#mcyt #trafficblr #ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady fanart #lizzie ldshadowlady #lizzie ldshadowlady fanart #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #joel smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans fanart #jizzie #jizzie fanart #shadowbeans #shadowbeans fanart #trafficshipping #<- technically #10pieceart #i woke up this morning and desperately needed to draw dancing #image id in alt text #i know no one’s reading tags this far down but the song is til forever falls apart by ashe and some other guy i forgot

[mewkwota]

Geo Stelar and his super-cool futuristic boots that he could probably use to knock someone out with. They were keeping me up last night. :[

#they're actually fairly slim still and I used to draw them as such #but the ends made me want to give them a bit more weight #and technically his wave change form has that look but I know For Sure he could totally knock someone out with them (or even worse) but hey #“but any mega could probably do that look at the actual robots--” I KNOW but I'm talking about /this/ boy >:U #why am I even focused on those things this morning? #I'm appreciating geo's design is all it is #doodle-daas #megaman star force #ryuusei no rockman #geo stelar #subaru hoshikawa

[bowtiepastabitch]

One more day to contribute to fandom science, and if you've already submitted your response here's some fun facts about Good Omens fic on ao3 for you:

Prior to the release of the first season, there were 3,574 fics on ao3 under the Good Omens book fandom tag. Especially compared to current numbers, they are almost overwhelmingly general and teen. Popular tags included fluff, humor, crossover, established relationship, romance, and drabble.

The "anal sex" tag did not make its debut on the top tags list until January of 2024. The ratio of explicit fics is also much higher than any month since the s2 release. Y'all nasty (I love you).

The longest fic under the GO Tv tag is 1,041,533 words with over 200 chapters and is published in spanish. The second place is at 500k, also in Spanish. The third, and the longest english fic, is 479,886 words and 56 chapters, and it's a rarepair Crowley/Gabriel with Aziraphale as the villain. Interesting choices were made here, major respect for the author. Takes guts.

There are 150 pages of fic, or about 3,000 fics, with less than 50 words (my cutoff for calculating average wordcount). That's 3k archived works consisting of podfics, artwork, and short poetry. Very cool!

Y'all are all simps and suckers. With the singular exception of August 2023 (Neil you know what you did), the top tag accross all dates I pulled data from was always fluff.

As I said, if you haven't already PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO VOTE to contribute to the biggest survey of Good Omens fanfic statistics made to date, and maybe give this or the poll a reblog to get it in front of more writers.

Bonus fun fact: In the time it took me to type this post, 4 more fics were posted.

#will reblog in the morning #since it's literally one am #but it's fine everything is fine #this has been so fun and interesting and I can't wait to share all my math with you #good omens #good omens fandom #neil gaiman #gomens #good omens 2 #ao3 #fandom meta #for science #good omens fanfiction #gomens fanfic data analysis #I need a snazzier tag for all this shit but that will work for now #also don't y'all come bitching at me that archival data is technically closer to a humanity or social science I don't wanna hear it