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[grimmgrinningghouls]

I think people really underestimate how old rwby actually is in internet years.

This show came out in the same year when doge, grumpy cat, and the harlem shake were some of the most popular memes. Like in terms of internet age rwby is OLD

[curlyboys]

alternate 8x06 where Buck doesn't race ahead:

They go to the movie. They share popcorn and hold hands and Buck watches a captivated Tommy more than the screen. He's thinking about date nights where they don't have to worry about two cars or parking. He's thinking about going to sleep next to Tommy and waking up beside him instead of one of them rushing back to their place for clothes or bc they have a shift soon. He's thinking about the drawer he gave Tommy turning into half a closet and all of Tommy's things in his space becoming their space..

..and then he remembers: Tommy has a garage with a carlift and engine parts and a muay thai setup. Tommy has furniture. Tommy has a yard and a garden and trees. Tommy has a house.

Buck turns his attention back to the movie. Now he's thinking about the illogical nature of asking Tommy to move into the loft: it's not fair to Tommy and also it's not the best idea. He doesn't know what the best idea is, yet, and maybe he won't know until he talks to Tommy.

Because that's where he went wrong in the past: moving in with girlfriends without actually talking about it first, it just sort of happened or was expected. and they all left him. He doesn't want Tommy to leave him. They've been together six months and haven't talked about the future. Buck is thinking about the future now so he needs to talk to Tommy - see where he's at and how he feels.

Back at the loft after the movie, in Buck's bed after sex, Tommy can sense Buck's restless mind. He checks in, because he always does, and Buck hesitates. Then asks: "Do you ever think about the future?"

And Tommy says sure, so Buck presses for details, curious, and then it's Tommy's turn to hesitate. But he mentions some stuff about work - flying certain crafts, heading up a training program, a few bucket list items, but all in all just keep doing a job he loves and keep renovating his little house or maybe there's a little holiday cabin that needs some work.

Nothing about Buck. Nothing about a partner or a family. Buck's heart does something funny in his chest, something uncomfortable, and his nerves kick in properly.

"What about you?" Tommy asks, and Buck swears he tenses under him.

"Captaincy, one day, I hope. I travelled a lot in my youth so I don't really have the bug for that anymore, but I was alone then. I think I'd wanna go places if I wasn't alone. And I don't wanna live here forever, obviously." He means the loft, but he's not closed off to the idea of living outside LA. And since he has no self preservation, he adds: "And.. you." He doesn't say mention getting married or being a father, because that feels like too much all at once.

His nerves are having a field day as Tommy remains quiet.

Buck leans up, terrified and desperate to see Tommy's face. "Do you.. see me in your future?"

They're naked and pressed together under the tangled sheets. Tommy's hand has stilled where it was tracing soothing patterns on Buck's arm. It isn't right. The air feels charged in a bad way, like waiting for lightning to strike.

"Evan.."

"I love you." He doesn't want to say it like this, not for the first time, but it suddenly feels urgent, like tommy has to know right now and maybe it'll change the way he just said his name - like an apology, like a regret.

"You don't love me. You love the idea of me."

And that- that's not true. And it hurts. And Tommy's face has fallen. "No, I-"

Tommy sits up, dislodging Buck, and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

"Wait- where are you going?" Tommy's gathering his things. He's getting dressed. Anxiety and dread swirl in the pit of Buck's stomach.

"I'm going home."

Home. It hurts to hear. "You don't have to leave-" Buck knows he's pleading, he doesn't care. He scrambles off the bed, tugging on his boxers as Tommy reaches for his shirt.

"I think it's for the best."

"No, it's not- we can talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Buck stills. Tommy's holding his jacket, standing at the top of the stairs, trying to school his features to hide his emotions. He does that. He hides things. "What's happening right now?"

For a brief moment, tommy lets devastation show on his face, before it's tucked away behind a mask.

"I thought.." He doesn't know what he thought. He'd hoped Tommy felt the same, that they were on the same page. Six months in and he can already picture a life with Tommy.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry you thought this was more than what it was. Buck feels sick. His heart is stuttering. "Tommy-"

"Goodnight, Evan."

It feels like Goodbye, and Buck can't find the words to make Tommy stay before he's disappearing down the stairs and the loft door is closing behind him.

Sometimes lightning strikes the same place twice. Maybe it's connected to the string of bad luck that's followed him his whole life. Maybe he's jinxed, or cursed. Or maybe it's his own fault, his choices acting as a conductor for the kind of carnage most people only experience once.

[the-mang0tree]

[grimmgrinningghouls]

I’d put this in the tags but I have so much idk if tumblr tags can hold all of it so.

Asking to go to the bathroom when I got my period mid gym class, I bled on the floor and offered to clean it up but I really had to get to the bathroom. The gym teacher refused to let me leave saying I had to finish his lecture so I just…left. He sent someone after me but I booked it to the locker rooms where I could get the whole period thing taken care of. He then sent me to the office and they called my parents.

My handwriting was too light on my homework so I got lunch detention and the math teacher who had given me lunch detention couldn’t find me to tell me I was in trouble so she went to the girls locker room. I was late that time due to some stuff from my previous class. This 70 year old woman came into a locker room full of naked 14 year old girls and asked around till she found out which locker was mine and stuck the lunch detention note on it.

Previously mentioned math teacher locked me in the computer lab to finish a not very important math test (the test was one of those benchmark tests to see where you were. I could take it after school) and refused to let me leave to go take my science final. I texted my mom and she legit had to go down to the school and force the teacher to let me go.

Hall monitor had a big grudge against me and I was a snotty brat. She hated that I wore my hood everywhere, it sounds silly but I’m like a dog wearing a hood makes me feel safer and reduces sensory overload but anyways. She once stormed into class, yanked my hood off my head and yelled at me in the middle of a lesson. Another time she tried to yank my hoodie off of me, when I was shirtless beneath it. She also slammed me into a locker once and tried to get me in trouble for skipping (I wasn’t. I had my hall pass in my hoodie pocket. I proved it by showing the hall pass with the time and date I left)

The hoodie saga is quite a long one. I was a shithead tbh but the school got so fucking mad about the hoodie and I was a stubborn asshole. Some teachers didn’t give a shit and others very much did. I got kicked out of class and spent several periods in the office or detention for refusing to remove the hood. They talked to my parents but for once they were actually cool about something and told the school they weren’t going to punish me for the hood. I got in trouble for other stuff but neither of my parents gave two shits about a hood at some point my mom demanded they stop calling her about it.

Also one time in 5th grade me and my friends cut the heads out of the math books and sold them for the schools fake money and the teacher found out and sat everyone down for a lesson on gambling. She also put a stop to a game we had going where we’d make our own original Pokémon (we called them trashmon) out of paper scraps. Way to hate fun Ms Jenkins.

what's the most demented thing you guys got in trouble for in school mine was when an english boy in my class made fun of my name and called my mum a (derogatory word for irish travellers) so i told him my ira uncle was in town and was coming to blow him up after school

[straycalamities]

a long, long time ago i had spook stream the entirety of marble hornets for its followers

and since marble hornets is all on youtube and thus there’s not as much fkn bullshit to get in the way of streaming that to multiple ppl

what if i did it again

i mean what if spook did it again

[fellhellion]

the effects of childhood bullying & growing up w autism are crazy like. I’m twenty five. would love to not regard sudden kindness with uneasy apprehension. would love not to feel the urge to examine every word and gesture for hidden mockery.

[candiedwords]

Making these 2 an Uppity Blonde Couple™️ in Project Spooks like the Hot Girl I am:

Younger Sister of Sleeping Beauty ♡ Son of The Invisible Man.

[grimmgrinningghouls]

I have come to deliver a message.

Lady Maria does not have boobs.

[rare-prism-s]

i give up

[kitkatmelon]

finished canto 6 😊😃!!! hey What

[pomegranateteeth]

I think the a big reason why I haven't been able to amass any kind of larger following in the past 12~ years of being online is that a few times now I have had to nuke my presences to doge abusers and people I don't want in my business. I've never been able to marry what I do and what I actually think because I've had the eye of Sauron watching my professional life. In 2020 I decided maybe it was time to take the mask off and I started a visual art career using my real name, mostly because I wanted to make my parents proud (stupid). I knew doing that would keep me on the straight and narrow, never making anything they would disapprove of... It made me give up a lot of the art and expression I loved making in exchange. Felt like I gave up every ounce of my private life to my professional life too. I don't do well separating things, either it's my neurosis or just how I am idk, but I hate hiding parts of myself. Add on old abusers trying to contact me and some one trying to hack my real life bank account to that stress and I quickly leaned why I need to ware a mask. Now I want my authentic self and my professional life to live together, away from those who have a stake in my personal life. I want some anonymity and freedom again. Being queer is exhausting as hell. I really want to stop running in both real life and online tbh.

[thunder-opossum]

Your blog smells like skunk and pond water

The smell i usually get in early mornings on Monday outside tbh.

[jedinightsister]

The trailer was so good yall!! So funny 😆. this is one of my fave books, I'm so excited 😭🤧

[dayurno]

pacing around my room motioning widely towards my pinboard and when you look at it its just this chart of me trying to figure out the kerejean dynamics of the fic im planning

[straycalamities]

final mh stream in 14ish hours and i WONT sleep through it this time i PROMSIE

[thegh0stofwilburtheworm]

kids these days dont believe in herobrine anymore world's a bit darker :(