#(<- jic)

[arckade]

hasemura week day three! alternate universe!

[Body Discovery 3]...?

[siratonin]

Buck is not staying homeless. I'm giving him this, whatever.. 8.18 spoilers ig

The knock isn’t loud—it’s just persistent.

Tommy opens the door, and Buck’s standing there, pale and drawn, like he hasn’t slept in days. Like grief is stitched into the shadows under his eyes.

“I can’t do it,” Buck mutters. No hello. No warning. “I’ve looked at sixteen places. Every one of them feels like someone else’s life. Cold. Pretend. Or just… empty.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything. Buck pushes in without being asked, and Tommy steps aside, too concerned to argue as buck drops his duffle on the floor like it weighs more than it should.

“I don’t want stainless steel everything and white walls. I don’t want a backyard for barbecues I’ll never have.” His voice is quieter now, thinner. “And I sure as hell don’t want to live with Eddie... A-and Maddie’s got enough going on with the baby. And—”

“Congrats, by the way."

“Y-Yeah,” Buck nods, like he forgot. “uh sorry, yeah T-Thanks.”

Then his eyes lift, slow and tired, landing on Tommy

“And you have a spare room.”

Tommy echoes it back—almost breathless. “I... I have a spare room.”

“I’ll take it,” Buck says almost too quickly. “J-just until I figure my shit out. I can’t keep living out of my car, and I—” his voice catches, raw and desperate, “—I just need somewhere that doesn’t feel like a waiting room.”

Tommy's walking toward him now, slow and quiet. Their breath mingles in the narrow hallway, warm and too close.

“You can take the spare room,” he says gently, watching Buck’s face.

Buck doesn’t back away. “Y-yeah…”

Tommy’s voice drops “Do you really want the spare room, Evan?”

No—not the spare room. The warmth. The safety. The quiet chaos of a place actually lived in. The creak in the hallway floor.

Tommy...

He doesn't want a room. He wants this. Wants someone who won't flinch when he falls apart. Someone who won't try to fix the silence—just stay in it with him. For him.

For him...

He wants to say all that... He should say all that.

maybe someday he will.

But not tonight.

And fuck it—Buck doesn't even realize he's moved until his lips are on Tommy's. It's slow at first, almost reverent—then something inside him snaps, and it deepens, raw and breathless, like he has been waiting for a permission he finally stopped needing.

[xavathun]

this came to me in a vision

[infizero-draws]

the lost girl herself

[omenlight]

i dont know if the sword theory has been brought to tumblr yet but these scenes being one after another + the death right before being turned into an object (furthermore "see you tomorrow" / new dawn)..... it really does make one wonder.

[walkingwebringart]

wanna wear your body and trade places / everybody loves you and i hate it

[toffeebrews]

"She's an absolute terror for absolute territory"

[freakinator]

behold! vaguely denpa squidswag upon you

[bpdloop]

do it again, do it again

isatober prompt 16 - again & again

clean, fuzzy & grayscale versions cause i <3 being indecisive

[earlylongestnight]

i know you know it doesn't mean that much to me... ♫ au where after his death max haunts richie in a different way... or somnething idk. based off this scene from euphoria. click to see better tumblr hates my guts and wants me dead individuals w/o effects below cut

[bluuscreen]

i kind of want to dunk him in a bath and swaddle him like a rescued kitten

[sharkenthusiasm]

so stop crying ‘k?

[pigeon-scratches]

(click for better quality)

squashes him under my shoe

[twinleafsystem]

loop eats a lemon

odile is hastily scribbling "sour tolerance" under her list titled DIFFERENCES BETWEEN SIFFRIN AND LOOP

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

pop, pop, pop muzik!

[infizero]

the ENAs are always going thru it but im a big fan of how bbq ENA is much more put together on the outside (compared to shorts ENA who is having a mental breakdown like every 5 seconds) but the shit she says constantly alludes to the fact that she is trapped in an existence of agonizing servitude thats slowly killing her