#tags and stuff

[myfagicalromance]

Some Secretary Gerard doodles I did last night!! Rlly like these

[lc710v]

catnip!

[becausebuckley]

seven sentence sunday!

thanks so much @inell for the tag! here are seven sentences paragraphs from my post-s7 eddie fic :) if you want to share some writing, consider yourself tagged!

Eddie feels like he’s carrying the weight of the world sometimes. He’s Atlas, crouched somewhere for eternity, carrying the heavens and the sky on his shoulders. A weight he can’t bear but also can’t put down. The pressure of Buck’s hand should be adding to that, he thinks. It should be the thing that topples him over, the last drop into an overflowing bucket of water.

Instead, it feels like it’s taking some of the weight off of him. Like Buck’s hand has wedged between Eddie’s shoulder and the universe, keeping that one small part of him safe.

Eddie can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop feeling it, the shape of Buck’s palm seared into his skin, a tattoo that hasn’t healed and that he’ll probably feel for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, when tears form a river on his cheeks, when he feels more lonely and scared and tired than he thinks he can handle, he closes his eyes and focuses on that grounding presence. Allows himself to dwell on it instead of trying – and failing – to forget about it. When he gets really desperate, it’s the only thing that brings him comfort.

He doesn’t know why.

So Eddie lies awake at night, not knowing but not forgetting, trying to live with his shame and regrets and the shape of Buck’s palm on his shoulder.

He doesn’t sleep.

[mrsillymccoolguy]

guys on the last post someone asked to see the brad that was “too gay” so here he is, I haven’t edited him at all or anything since the last time I sketched this so idk be warned for probably poor anatomy I didn’t want to work on it anymore

[soopmod]

saturday could not get here sooner dude

[bigskycastle]

the old cistern beneath the flood control system

[abbielauren2024]

Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

[kazz-brekker]

in dracula there is a cowboy and the female lead lives. in nosferatu there is no cowboy and the female lead dies. ergo, the existence of a cowboy is highly important for the survival of the female lead in a gothic vampire story.

[nedlittle]

for $1 name your favourite fictional lesbian. and no "straight female character popularly fanonized as a lesbian" or "this male character is a lesbian to me" allowed

[fraternum-momentum]

messy eater

[antennatoheaven]

[becausebuckley]

fuck it friday!

it's saturday but i'm saying fuck it and therefore don't care. here's another bit from my post-s7 eddie fic, wherein ravi casually comes out to eddie and eddie tries very hard not to think about himself. we're gonna unrepress him i swear it's just gonna take a few chapters thanks @inell and @diazsdimples for the tags! tagging anyone else who wants to say fuck friday let's do this on saturday <3

“I mean, yeah, it sucks”, Ravi says, “but we’ll figure it out, you know? And it’s not like I’m in this alone. I have you guys on shift, and Bobby’s always around anyway, and I get to go home to my fiance every night, and he’s the best, so. I can handle it.”

Eddie nods, brain reeling from what he’s just learned. A new bit of ‘Ravi lore’, as Buck would call it. He wonders if Buck knows about this.

“Anyway,” Ravi continues, seemingly completely unaware that he’s thrown Eddie for a loop, “did I tell you what my fiance called Gerrard last week? It was so funny, he said that Gerrard’s just a–”

“You have a fiance?” Eddie blurts out.

Ravi looks at him as if he’s the one being weird. It’s stupid, considering Ravi is the one throwing truths into the parking lot at seven in the morning. 

“Uh, yes?” Ravi’s expression doesn’t let up in the slightest. “We’ve been together for years. I proposed to him when he got me McDonalds at three in the morning two months ago. It’s pretty cool.”

Ravi rambles on, either not noticing or not caring that Eddie isn’t fully paying attention anymore.

Because honestly, Eddie not knowing Ravi is seeing someone kind of tracks. He’s private like that, and really, Eddie is pretty convinced it’s not so much because he likes to keep work and private stuff separate, and more because Ravi likes the chaos he creates when he drops things like being a landlord and almost going to the national ultimate frisbee championships before deciding to become a firefighter instead into casual conversation. So no, that’s not what Eddie is hung up on.

It’s the pronoun of it all, he thinks, and he has one horrible moment of thinking oh no, am I homophobic before realising that that’s kind of bullshit. Because what he’s feeling right now isn’t disgust or anything.

It’s envy, he thinks. Maybe longing, too. Because Ravi drops his queerness into conversation so casually, not even pausing before going on about how he’s met his fiance – Eddie picks up something about crochet and strawberry allergies and protests, which makes no sense whatsoever yet sounds very Ravi – and here Eddie is, feelings buried so deep within the well it makes him nauseous to try and dig them up.

Eddie doesn’t dare pick up the shovel. Hasn’t done so in years.

He doesn’t want to think about what he might unearth if he tries.

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[duckysprouts]

jesus sensing you spawn into a crowded space 2000 years in the past with a body full of vaccines: God give me strength

[hellhoundzzz]

mfs be like "I can handle your disorders" until your disorders disorder disorderly