#But definitely

[cryoverlife]

The only reason some “kid’s books” are called kid’s books is cause the trauma the twelve year old went through is never properly addressed.

[hardly-noticeable]

I woke up from a nap with this slightly unhinged idea in my head. I think I've been reading too many possessive!Eddie fics. Anyway, here's another. Enjoy.

Tommy walked through his apartment door one hot summer night in LA, tired and ready for a lukewarm shower after a shift of sweat and stress, and knelt to untie his shoes by the door. As he stood, he felt a buzz in his back pocket. He took his phone out and flicked it open without paying much attention, heading for his fridge for a bottle of water. He paused with the door open, bottle in hand, as he read the sender's name.

He hadn't heard from Diaz in months. Not since he and Buck split. In fact, his last text had gone undelivered. He was fairly sure Eddie blocked him.

Without any text around it for context, after months of no-contact, Eddie had sent him a video. The preview for it was just a black screen.

Tommy tapped the play arrow.

The black appeared to be from the video taper adjusting the phone in their hand. The image shifted quickly, to a sight that stunned him to see.

A zoom in on Buck from the neck up, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. His pretty amber curls in complete disarray as they stuck to his sweaty forehead, his soft cheeks flushed a deep red, and his pretty mouth parted as he panted and whined. He had been chewing his lips; they were red and marked from it in a way that Tommy was once quite familiar with.

The camera panned down, following the trail of blooming red marks down his neck to his smooth round pecs. He appeared to have his arms splayed out on either side of himself, though the camera didn't move to show their exact position. It followed the marks the filmer had likely made down, down, down to where Buck's wide, weeping cockhead was leaving smears of pre all over his stomach.

It swayed and dragged, leaving glistening moisture in its wake. The camera lingered on it, followed it, as though the filmer was distracted by it for a moment. Or maybe they were just emphasizing how good Buck was feeling? It was certainly emphasized to Tommy; he didn't remember Buck leaking that much when they fucked, though he did get wetter than most men Tommy had been with

The video resumed its downward path, following the length of Buck's flushed shaft to his balls, drawn tight and pushed up by gravity thanks to the way he was positioned. It came to a stop again when it reached his hole.

His wide-stretched, lube drenched hole, and the flushed nearly purple cock thrusting steadily inside him. The raw cock. There wasn't a condom to be seen around that huge fucking thing as it pushed in and out of Buck while Tommy watched.

Then, a brief shot of thumb on the lens, and the zoom of the video changed. When he could see Buck again, he was treated to a wide angle shot of him from the cock-owner's incredible perspective.

He did have his arms spread beside him like Tommy assumed, biceps flexing as he clutched at the bedspread beneath him like it was the only thing keeping him from being swept off the bed. His thighs were as littered with bites and marks as his throat and as tense as his biceps; they were shaking and hard at work keeping him raised slightly off the pillows that had been shoved under him to get the angle the filmer wanted. His pelvis was perfectly tilted, allowing for his hole to be in the light and his cock to drag across his stomach.

Tommy had fucked him, but he had never seen him look so overwhelmed by it. The way his whole body was trembling as the owner of that fat purple cock continued to thrust into him was mesmerizing.

The owner of said cock slammed in hard, pushing upwards as he did, and Buck’s body spasmed as he arched into it. Tommy's volume was low, but he heard him cry, “Eddie!” as his body jerked.

Tommy pressed down on his volume until it was all the way up. The sound of the bed in the video creaking and the filmer's heavy breathing became loud and clear. Above both sounds, he heard Buck whining as he tossed his head side to side.

“Oh!” he gasped. “No, no, I'll come. It's too much!”

The filmer Eddie. It was definitely Eddie, Tommy accepted that as he watched Buck continue to take his cock on his phone screen. Eddie just said, “Go ahead, baby. Come for me,” and began to slam in even harder.

Tommy had never been one for rough sex. He didn't think Buck was either. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Buck responded to the harsher thrusts with a loud cry, before seemingly forcing his eyes open. He paid the camera no mind, possibly didn't even notice it as he locked eyes with Eddie. The camera, however, noticed him, and the glint of the tears that began to stream down his face without his clenched eyelids to hold them back.

“Eddie,” he whined again, then again, until he was all but chanting, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” with each harsh slam of Eddie's pelvis against his ass.

Tommy could hear the slap of skin on skin.

He watched, unblinking, as Buck's fevered chanting grew in pitch and volume, until a whole body shudder went through him, his hips jerked, and he all but screamed, “EDDIE!” before his pretty, red cock began to shoot all over his stomach.

The video ended as the phone fell with a dull thump onto the bed beside him.

 

Tommy was left standing in his open fridge, holding a water in his free hand, and staring at the black video preview while confusion and arousal were warring inside his brain.

He finally moved to let the fridge fall closed.

Then, as he watched, the video blinked away and was replaced by the words Eddie Diaz unsent a message, leaving him even more completely confused. Did Eddie mean to send that to him? What the hell was happening?

He watched the three little dots bubble up below the unsent message, blinking because it was the only thing he felt like he knew how to do. Then, a simple, four word message came through and he knew for sure that, yes, that video was for him. He was meant to see it, hear it, live with it ingrained in his brain with a clear message behind it.

All Eddie said was, “You lost.”

Tommy let out a long, shuddering breath. Yeah, he really, really had, huh?

[fandom-hoarder]

Finishing watching the main panel, and it's been a pretty good one. Decent questions. Decent mics. They had a lot of reminiscing. They laughed at the michael/lucifer fight, talked about switching Sam and Dean's lines in a breakup scene.

Someone asked what spn monster they would like to play, and Jensen immediately said wendigo. That wasn't his final answer, but it was his immediate answer.

And my brain is like: there's a Jared gif from years ago where the question was what spn monster would you fuck, and jared said wendigo (because he'd like to see what it's like to f someone taller 😅)

👀

[adrugstorecowgirl]

need vampire fics but ones where the reader is the vampire… like i wanna sink MY fangs into THEIR neck, feel THEIR blood running down MY chin, have THEM begging ME for more

[j4zz4lop3]

Valentines Day seems like a fitting day to admit that i am some kind of aromantic. Because i keep imagining myself kissing different people i know, including my one and only ex-girlfriend and cringing, so uh..yea.. woo

[haunted-witched]

I can't remember the fanfic heeeelp!!!

Omg I just saw a drawing of tiny Keith and suddenly remembered a fanfic I read AGES ago. Shiro kinda ran an orphanage, and Keith ended there by chance, and Lance was there and was assigned to like, welcome Keith, and they ended up being friends. Cannot remember if they grow up end together or not, but I do know it was a nice and happy ending.

So if anyone knows what's called or who wrote it, I will be forever thankful.

[haroldherald]

give me a td season like all stars but with all the freaks of nature. Let me see the creeps and the weirdos from all seasons having it out. to find the biggest weirdo of them all. the one who doesn't even belong there. what the hell are they doing here?

[xtodohdohdoyd]

Astv just proves that ONLY Peter David should be allowed to write Miguel

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Give it up to Cobra Bubbles regaining his composure and going back to business with Nani after having Stitch randomly chuck a heavy ass book at his face like that.

He probably was fuming by the time he got into his car after his shades became a casualty of the attack.

[noodles-and-tea]

Don’t worry, bud, Bruce will get it eventually…

[michimichi17]

Love'u Tao. Your the best

Tao Xu the man that you are

[loud-whistling-yes]

Your immune system getting weaker when you're stressed has got to be the dumbest stress response ever like oh you've been having a horrible terrible no good week? Let Me Make It Worse.

[itsdefinitely]

here's how weatherkaard can still win

[oifaaa]

Someone in that poll said not to watch naruto bc it's queerbait and I hate to tell you this but naruto wasn't trying to queerbait you it's actually the number 1 example of "text is so misogynistic it becomes gay"

[m-p-lebrush]

Credit to Jurassic Park as a fictional work, they at least added the DNA from an unrelated species to the existing DNA, regardless of how unrelated it was.

I mean, it's stupid to use frog DNA but at least they STARTED with the original creature.

I've thought since the late 2010s, start with what you have, see how it can be combined to create the most complete sample and extrapolate the rest to try and create a decent approximation of enough genetic data to grow the sex cells.

People who have a better grasp of biology could certainly improve on this rough idea, I don't know how to create the conditions to grow the egg and I'm not convinced doing so in a live surrogate as with cloning is entirely possible for a long-extinct mammal.

To anyone who follows me, I don't care about nor trust Colossal Biosciences anymore (The people behind the "Wooly Mice"). They have proven themselves to be headline-chasing grifters after this latest stunt. They are claiming to have de-extincted *Aenocyon dirus*, aka the Dire Wolf, by editing just 20 genes from the the DNA of a Grey Wolf (*Canis lupus*) to make this thing:

If it wasn't clear from their scientific names, Grey Wolves and Dire Wolves aren't remotely related to one another aside from being Canids, despite what pop culture like Game of Thrones would have you believe. If they did look like each other, it would have had to be via convergent evolution, as they only shared a common ancestor over 5 million years ago.

This distinction, however, isn't found in the publicized articles about this so-called resurrected Dire Wolf and makes their claim that they brought the Dire Wolf back by simply editing *20* genes from the genome of a Grey Wolf laughable. A Dire Wolf would have shared more in common genetically with a Maned Wolf (*Chrysocyon brachyurus*) or Bush Dog (*Speothos venaticus*) than it would with a Grey Wolf.

Bottom line, don't fall for whatever this company is trying to tell you. If the Dire Wolf were to be brought back, it wouldn't be via something like this, and certainly wouldn't *look* like this. If you want an idea as to how a real Dire Wolf would look like in life, here is some fantastic paleoart by artist Mauricio Antón:

Addendum: I seem to have partially miscalculated Dire Wolf genetics. They were not closer to Maned Wolves or Bush Dogs, but they were still not closely related to Grey Wolves. They were basal members of Canini, related to canids like Jackals (genus Lupulella) but distinct from them. I am sorry for this misinformation in my attempt to correct other misinformation. My main point, however, is still correct.