#again THIS IS FOR MY MUTUALS/FOLLOWERS

[dearreader]

okay but now i’m curious

[epiphainie]

i'd put these on bucktommy screenshots if i wasn't lazy but jsyk this is established bucktommy-core to me

[sloasis]

Notice how Buck didn't flinch when Eddie grabbed his shoulder and pointed a finger in his face . Notice how much he trusts him . He knew Eddie wasn't going to fucking do anything but just yell in his face a little bit . He knows Eddie , he KNOWS he's not violent , or would hit ANYBODY he loves when he's upset . Because he WOULDN'T . He would NEVER and WILL never . Plus Buck LET him do that , to let him let it all out . That's what Eddie really needed , and Buck knew that . Think about that for a second you dumb fucks who are saying Eddie's abusive and will physically hurt Buck or anybody else he loves . And don't even bring up the illegal fight club shit because that was NOT about just fighting and hurting people , it was about hurting himself and his grief . His grief canonically manifests itself in anger directed towards himself that also outbursts to other people when he feels cornered . You simply just do NOT know Eddie Diaz , so stop fuckin speaking on him . Also , not everything deserves an on screen apology btw , yes in an ideal world an apology is always the first step but if you just use your brain , bringing back Chris and having dinner with Aunt Pepa with Buck WAS the fucking apology . They are best friends , best friends have fights , best friends make up , AND they love each other , whether it be platonically or romantically , that doesn't matter because it's still true . If you love someone you will forgive them , if you love someone you would let them show their emotional vulnerability even if it is an outburst , if you love someone you let them make it up to you . Clearly some of you people on here have never experienced this . Now , I'm done lmao . Just my entire dash today has been this fucking discourse over this one scene . How about we understand that every character is flawed , they ALL have their outburstive angry moments and it's dramatic on purpose , and move on . Nobody needs to always share their unnecessary fucking opinions on every fucking thing this show does . Enjoy the show or don't . These characters ( buddie ) know each other to their fucking core , so if you don't like that and want to villainize one of them to fit your narrative of him being some kind of evil fucking guy , simply fuck off and go watch something else dude . Go watch some my little pony , there's no evil Hispanic-Scandinavian man there for you to hate on for absolutely no reason .

[mattodore]

pov your boyfriend asks if you're really not going to stay the night :(

[tiredbread]

sweet sixteen

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

(Curious because I have 4 (this is my main one but I had a tumblr once before and realized putting all my obsessions in one blog doesn't really work for me))

[wheatcak3]

Im doing doodle requests again for the next few hours!! :3

RB with your favorite character and ill do a little doodle of them being happy/silly ✨ Id love to hear a bit about them too if you would like to share! (Again nothing inappropriate please 🥺)

If you cant think of anything but want something I can draw you a little cat just lemme know!

Also if you'd rather stay anon you're welcome to send a request as an ask!

To start off here's a little twilight sparkle because I just think shes neat :3

Update: I'm finishing up for the night!! Thank you for another fun night :3

[hyakunana]

Encounter V — Reverse Boost

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[ackee]

these tags on a post i made yesterday are so funny to me bc so many people will tell budding artists "just make fanart to build an audience and then sneak in oc art!" like idk how to tell you that shit do not work. it really and truly do not and here is the proof !

[letsbesharkfriends]

happy new year everyone!

the last Tumblr community I was in had the habit of making these end of year posts, so excuse a bit of rambling here-

discovering Shoot From The Hip was the single best and most transformative thing to happen to me in 2024. their content always makes me so happy, they have such an amazing friendship, and they are so good as people. they make my heart so full.

but equally important is this fandom, especially here on Tumblr, which is my main SFTH space since I'm not on discord. making this blog and interacting with everyone gives me a great sense of belonging. I may not be as close with people as others are, but just seeing everyone in the tag and in my notes really means a lot. this fandom also allowed me to create like I hadn't done in so long, by making edits and fanfics, and people have all been so nice and supportive.

basically I love everyone here so much and would really like to know people better! hope you all have an amazing new year <3

[ttaranza]

🗣️ electraaaaa

[voidcat]

ok yk what- in the meantime... ,idk respond to this and i'll assign you a food. high chance it'll be a middle eastern food or a pastry aka my two weaknesses

[potatobugz]

may i have this dance

[munchkin1156]

Hermit-A-Day-May

Day one- Impulse!!! (Let’s see if I can keep this up)

Thank you to @hermitadaymay for running this!! This is my first time joining :D

Will be posted on ao3 later

Tws: Mentions of death, ghosts, graveyard (he’s sitting on the edge of a graveyard.)

Word count: 891

Enjoy!

. . .

The graveyard was silent during the dark hours.

Mist hung in the air, hanging small dewdrops on blades of grass and the threads in a spider web that had been made inside a large split in the wooden gate. It was an abandoned place, and the stone walls had crumbled more every year that went by without care.

The gravestones were crumbling too, though slower, and they had spells on them to protect them from the passage of time. Vines climbed them, their leaves and flowers covering the names of the forgotten. No vengeful ghosts were here, haunting the graveyard, and making it treacherous for anyone who dared come past. This was what graveyards were meant to be. A place of peace. A place of rest.

Impulse came here often, to think. The lights that hung off his ears, tails and horns always chimed when he got near. He could never work out why, but he didn't spend a lot of time worrying about that. There were more important things to think of. He sat on the edge of the wall, facing away from the resting place, if only to look out at the trees.

They were tall, looming far above him. Their wood was old, creased with the details of hundreds of years. Some people were afraid of them, or what might be between them. Impulse was fairly certain that's why they'd been planted. To keep the wakefulness of the living from disturbing the sleeping dead. He was quiet, and he didn't try to ruin anything, so whatever spirit was guarding these parts let him stay.

He breathed in deep, taking in the cool air. Though the summer days were hot, the nights remained crystal cold here. It was one of the things he loved about it. Demons, or whatever sort of demon descendant Impulse was, preferred the frigid temperatures the dark brought. Something to do with the sun. The sun never hid anything. Everything could be seen under the sun's light.

By moonlight, things could stay hidden. At dusk, with only the moon and his spirit lanterns, Impulse could lie and cheat and swindle, with the most beautiful enchantments, whole worlds built up out of whatever he spoke, knowing he could slip back under the safety of the stillness and the mist.

Perhaps that was an odd way to think about it. But Impulse was a demon descendant. He didn't have another option of thinking available. But sometimes he tried, and that's when he found himself taking the rundown path to the graveyard. The dead knew so much now that they were resting, and when he sat there, on the threshold, he found thoughts in his head that weren't his, yet guided him more than he himself ever could. And in return, he kept the graveyard from falling apart completely.

He didn't remove the vines, but he made sure the names weren't scratched out if one were to look. He kept the spell on the stones strong. He lit the lanterns during storms. And he put flowers on the graves who's names were not there. Impulse knew about being forgotten. And he made it his job, his obligation, his pleasure to care for the ones that had been for centuries.

You might call that kindness. Or you might call it common sense. Impulse didn't mind, whatever people called it. It was the doing it that mattered. As long as he kept doing it, it kept mattering. Maybe one day, someone else would do it too. Who knows? People might learn. But you couldn't rely on it. And you certainly couldn't hope someone else might do it instead. You had to make it your own wish, when you couldn't put that trust in others.

Impulse sighed. The graveyard didn't need anything from him tonight. Besides, all that thinking had been his own. He had no need to give back now. It was a perfect night, and through the mist, the moon bathed everything in silver. He slipped down from the wall, and began making his way back, to the village, the tinkling lights guiding his way. His boots crunched in the wet grass, the only sound for miles to come. A soft humming filled the air as he walked. Every few minutes, he'd stop, and light one of the lanterns that hung, near brokenly, along the way. It wasn't necessarily for the dead. Impulse knew it helped for them to find a proper resting place, one with real magic that would guide them, which wasn't always the one they were buried in. The lights did help with that.

But some part of him had lit the lights, just in case there was a traveler who followed them. The fact remained that you couldn't trust other people to do the same thing you do, and care in the same way you have. You still had to keep doing it yourself, and Impulse knew that, from years of his life gone by, better than anyone.

He knew all of it. And he wasn't hoping for someone else to give back what he took. That was his bargain, and his alone. Still, it would be wonderful, for him and those resting, if the place they rested could be found again.

People didn't like to be forgotten. And Impulse made sure they wouldn't be.

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Taglist: @i-am-beckyu, @da3dm, @faeiyn-cant-write, @boiled-ginger-ale, @local-squshmallow, @akatthatwants2sleep, @vocal-nyx-cords

Taglist just for fics: @mushr00mgurl

I hope you enjoyed, and I’ll probably see you tomorrow for the next day of may!

oh god we’re back with the horrors now…

[solvisun]

have i ever told you that your support and love actually means a lot to me

[shelledvision-er]

mm whats up guys (i say to my 0 followers)