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all debates abt the artistic merits of fanfiction fail to recognize the purpose of fic. you don’t write fic to be published or to learn how to construct a narrative although you can use it to develop style. you write it so that your friends will message you “bestie you’re utterly deranged for this one im eating dirt” 

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LMAO

Buck and Bucky looking at each other »3/?

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J: 😊

G: 🤨

i love them lol

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AUSTIN BUTLER as BENNY ↳THE BIKERIDERS (2024) dir. Jeff Nichols

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Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

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I don’t fuck with movie theaters anymore (subtitles, volume, motion sickness, the ability to pause, fucking expensive, I’m fucking old, etc.) but in my heart I know that baby me would’ve already had plans and tickets lined up to drag my friends to see Bikeriders just to support my favorite pretty white boy of the month (this also being back in ye olde times when movie tickets were under $9). I miss her. 🥲

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This is the high quality content I expect from tumblr dot com 💯

🍑Ugh, I can’t work after that 😑

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Highly recommend these 2 videos about it. ✌️

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One second you’re talking to @johnslittlespoon about how Bucky would say “let me talk about men’s tits” and the next you’re making memes about their brain to mouth filters:

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LGBT (labrador, greyhound, beagle, terrier)

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How can I survive all this?

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my hands slipped oops NSFW

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as john’s being escorted to the vistor’s room he once again has to tell himself to just have no expectations, this ultimately random stranger though very kind did not need to bear the weight of all of John’s hours and hours of boredom-fueled daydreams.

but then the single most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life is meeting his eye through the plexiglass. long blond hair, blue eyes? holy fuck could this really be—

next thing he knows is he’s sitting with a phone in his hand and he hates that he’s meeting Buck for the first time like this, like John can tell he’s not getting the full effect of that voice, can’t smell him, feel the heat coming off of him cause he’s have him in his arms in a heartbeat.

john’s mouth drops the line about giving Buck his last name before his mind actually processes what he said but yeah expectations met and then some, John has a new motivation to get out of this hellhole and it’s making this man his future husband. Mr. & Mr. Buck Egan sounds perfect to him.

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the weight of the envelope promises presents that Buck had hinted at but john hadn’t been sure he’d actually follow through on. for someone bold enough to walk into a prison to meet a stranger, he was so endearingly shy. so John had waited until right before lights out to open it, knowing what he’d likely be doing for hours afterwards. finally tearing open the evelope and unfolding Buck’s letter, John feels a little guilty at completely bypassing what’s written in Gale’s immaculate handwriting because—

oh sweet jesus. There are photos. There are photos. nothing john imagined gale was hiding under those prep clothes could compare. so much skin, long graceful musculature dusted with blond hair, and god the prettiest cock to match the prettiest face giving bashful bedroom eyes. he almost laughs at just how pink gale is, blushing madly probably the entire time he took these. and even if john hadn’t been told that these were the first pics gale had ever taken of himself like this, he’d be able to tell; the angles are all a little wonky and some photos very blurred, but that does nothing to dampen down the possessiveness that’s bubbling up. Gale took these for him and him alone and no one else on earth was ever going to see them because Buck was his as he was Buck’s and—

ok, so it’s official, gale wants to kill him. he’d end up in a cell just like John, cause he swears to god his heart stops. in john’s hand is a photo of gale, having propped his phone up on something because his face’s in profile as he’s looking over his shoulder, back arched just enough that the muscles are beautifully defined, he’s on his knees legs spread wide and that glorious ass— his hands are spreading himself even wider and— oh god his hole is shiny wet and red and gaping just the tiniest bit—

if he wasn’t already engaged to gale, he’d have to marry his own right hand after this.

We the best🔥‼️ me and @clevenhq doing another one

But this time prison pen pals!!

Gale who saw an ad in the paper about writing to inmates at the local prison, giving reasons on why it helps them rehabilitate by talking to people that aren’t family, how it helps them still feel connected to the outside world. With nothing better to do Gale does down the list of names, skimming past a few until reaching John “Bucky” Egan - incarcerated for aggravated assault and Manslaughter.

It immediately peaks gales interest, so he writes out his letter, listing his name, hobbies, what he enjoyed doing day to day, and small pieces of information about himself such as his eye color and hair color. He sends it off the same day and gets one back addressed to Buck a few days later, confused at the name and thinking it was mail for someone else until he opened it up, realizing that it was his pen pal Bucky who had given him his own name as a nickname.

He tells Gale how it’s been hard not having someone to write back to, how lonely it gets in his cell when mail call comes. He’s light on the details on why he got locked up but from what Gale gathered the dude he accidentally killed deserved it. So they keep writing, week after week telling each other news, stories, bits and pieces of information, and at about the 5 month mark of them talking Bucky asks Gale to come down and visit him, putting his name down as a visitor. So Gale goes and visits.

Practically shaking the whole way there because he’s about to meet a man who killed another because he laid his hands on his little sister. Once inside and led back to the visitation room he sits down, leg bouncing anxiously since he’s never seen Bucky and buckys never seen him. Never felt comfortable sending a photo in with his letters, but his jaw is on the floor seeing this huge bear sized man come walking down, huge arms, broad shoulders, thick legs, just overall BIG, but then he looks up at his face and hes got the biggest puppy dog smile on his face before sitting down, shoulders almost touching both sides of the little box.

“Bucky?”

“Buck?”

“You know it’s Gale”

“Yea but what kind of name is Gale, so I just gave you mine since I can’t give you my last name yet”

And then it turns into Buck visiting every week, still sending letters to each other but it grows from friendship to relationship, flirting more and more, Gale slipping “special” photos in, and Bucky talks about Gale constantly to the point the other inmates know him, sneaking peaks during visiting hours. And the day finally comes and buckys let out on parole and the sex is ROUGH, on the counters, on the floor, bed, couch, patio, everywhere they can. They kiss and touch each other like it could be their last, Bucky practically manhandling the man every chance he gets, gales very happy he read the ad in the paper that day

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so bucky would totally write/scratch “B&B” in a heart on a desk/table/wall/fence/bathroom stall/wet cement like he’s that boyfriend

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Inspired by the Top Gun version

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Paul: *does anything* Feyd: 👀🥵😍

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turns out the answer is both

is today a day where I spend a normal amount of time looking at gifs of callum or is today a day where I spend a normal amount of time looking at gifs of austin? the world may never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯