#1 am on a friday

[thefrontierfacade]

points’ing a pauldron & rondel directly onto a knit sweater, like a demented mad man. Like a twisted fucking cycle path. Truly sickening, is nothing sacred to him??

[pangur-and-grim]

waiting for the lady to send me today's kitten photos....

[fridayyy-13th]

i swear sometimes i think people forget that Jon's s1 skeptic act was just that—an act. it was an act!!! he believes the statements!! he's believed them since episode one! do we so soon forget that he denied the statements were real because he knew the Eye something wanted him to be scared, and he knew that was bad, so he decided to act like the statements just didn't scare him? remember, he was working with extremely limited information ("when i record the tape statements, i feel watched, like something knows i'm afraid, and i don't want it to know that"), and came up with a genuinely solid solution with what he had! not his fault that the thing watching him was a literal unknowable eldritch entity that feeds on fear, and he was just some underqualified archivist.

[kor0kke]

⚠️BRIGHT COLORS ⚠️

Last post till next time, dumb idea I had (experimenting with and old ass palette I used to,,, use 🧍)

I ALSO DID A VERSION WITH OG PALETTE LMAOO,,, I'm sorry for kill your eyes, it will happen again 🫶

Tbh I don't like this one that much anymore it looks so bad

[microwavedman]

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

fuck it friday

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have some more pain from calls fic because that's all i have for you right now

Eddie closes his eyes and plunges inside of himself to find that familiar mask, one he has worn so often in his life, the edges of it crinkling and faded, the entirety of it now covered in dust from being shelved for so many months.

It fits in his hands like he never let it go and slides over his face with an ease and familiarity that makes his skin crawl.

But before he lets that mask take full control, he squeezes his already shut eyes tight tight tight as he gives one last piece of his heart to Buck.

“You’re coming back.” The words are final and firm, made of unbreakable steel and cutting through the air with a surety that feels incredibly real and incredibly fake. “I know it, even if it’s hard to believe right now. Because you’re a fighter, Buck. You don’t give up. And neither will I, alright? I’m not gonna let you go. I let Shannon go and it tore me apart. I’m not gonna make the same mistake with you. So fight, you bastard. Come back. Come back and make me smile and make me laugh and annoy me until I want to shove you off a cliff even when wanting to pull you closer. Come back and talk to me. Come home.”

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[shou-jpeg]

-Back on the Beat-

Part 1. 06

So Porsche wasn’t much help. Porchay doesn't really want to ask Ohm for advice, since he hasn't actually told Ohm much of anything that’s been going on… and Mine only knows that Porchay had his heart broken by “that psycho who dislocated Sun’s jaw”. 

...He still brings it up sometimes...

Porchay goes back to his message chain with Kim and scrolls through their recent exchages.

‘Fuck it’ he thinks. 

And sends Kim a text this time.

END OF PART 1 

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[shittywriterbrain]

[naariel]

His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge. That was what I would capture next.

Keep reading for an 🌶️ alternative version *ehem*.

| REDBUBBLE

The leaf is there for your own protection, trust me.

[yorshie]

So.... remember how I said I took that sketch yesterday not turning out well a little too personally?

Yeah..... Might have went just a wittle bit overboard.

Also come get ya new profile pic (pspspspsps Angelo fans)

[moregraceful]

i made what was a huge medical decision today that has been received very badly by my family and i feel absolutely nothing but pure freedom and joy about it. the thing i'm really fixated on rn is when should i post this fic i just finished

[unpretty]

Even though you now post on a schedule part of me still goes: update?! :o

asdahsdga well as schedules go it's not very precise so there's still a bit of mystery to it

[lavender-temult]

movie night in their box!

[seasononesam]

anyway. hiiiiiiiiiiiii

[ventiswampwater]

Brian Van Holt as Sean Cavennaugh in Threshold (2005)

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Fuck it Friday

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thanks you beloveds! <3

now that paint sex is finished and posted i am focusing hard on the calls fic. for context this snippet is occurring while buck is comatose after the lightning strike.

The medic in Eddie is internally screaming all of the effects of reinjuries. And for the first time in a while, Eddie hates how much he knows.

He knows how continued harm to one spot of the body can degrade all that holds a person together until they are worn and weary and unable to function anymore.

He knows the pain of enduring repeating, mirroring injuries, far too intimately for his liking. Shot enough times to know the taste of metal in the back of his throat and the pathways it can carve through a shoulder and the invisible force that catapults through your body, a shockwave that temporarily numbs every nerve until the pain blasts out so violently you feel like you are being torn in half.

He knows what reinforced trauma can do to a person, how it can cut open old scars and create new wounds with similar shapes and textures that go far too deep to ever heal.

Eddie lost his wife.

He lost Shannon several times, really, but the last time–the last time is something he carries with him, forever and always. Those moments with her in the back of an ambulance where so many other lives had been saved and spared–but not hers, why not hers–engraved into his heart.

It scarred over eventually and every now and then Eddie will run his fingers over them, the jagged and rough lines that nearly ripped his heart in half, remembering how he bled and hurt and sobbed and nearly destroyed himself, but able to feel proud that he made it through the loss, he kept going until he was more than just his grief.

He can’t do that again.

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