#Almost?

[smallandalmosthonest]

i’m just saying if i had to write a final bucktommy scene at the end of s7

i’d probably have a full-circle moment of them at a romantic restaurant, this time they’re holding hands and buck only has eyes for tommy. they only pull apart when the bill comes (buck pays without hesitating)

and as they’re getting up and tommy’s helping buck into his jacket, buck remembers, oh, and asks if tommy can drop him off at eddie’s instead of the loft; he promised he’d pop over to play this new video game chris diligently saved his allowance for

and tommy says of course, he says sure, and he smiles but there’s something… else behind it. not malice, not quite sorrow, not resignation. maybe resolve? nothing buck can identify, but we see him clock it with a tiny, inquiring head tilt, a question in his eyes. tommy just smiles at him, hand on his lower back, guiding him out of the restaurant.

cut to them pulling up in front of the diaz house; Buck unbuckles his seat belt, leans over to kiss tommy goodnight, and tommy… lingers. just a second too long. he’s playing the same cautious beat we saw after their first kiss. buck doesn’t let it go this time.

so buck invites tommy to come join them for a while, to come play games. he clearly doesn’t want to leave him like this. and tommy, always clever, makes a quip about buck inviting him into someone else’s house.

buck hedges, because it’s not “someone else’s” house, not really, it’s eddie’s house. maybe buck says something about it being more of a home than the loft is?

and tommy’s got that look again. and buck, a little scared now, asks him what’s wrong. and tommy takes his hand and says “evan… i —“

“wait, tommy, don’t —“

“i think we need to talk.”

cut to inside the diaz house: chris answers the door, and buck looks… hollow, maybe. eddie comes around the corner and immediately asks chris to get the game set up while he talks to buck for a minute.

chris goes, shooting buck a concerned look. eddie gets close, asks buck if he’s okay. buck just barely shakes his head, tears in his eyes, and eddie immediately shuffles him to his room, closing the door behind them, giving them privacy.

“tommy just broke up with me.” he says it before eddie can even ask.

and eddie is shocked, concerned, because what happened? they were good, so good, buck had even said that he was really falling for him —

“yeah… he said the same thing.” and buck’s really not trying to hold back the tears but he’s not exactly crying, it’s more like the tears are just happening while his mind is elsewhere. “he said he doesn’t want to fall in love with me.”

and now eddie’s getting pissed, because what the hell? why wouldn’t he want to fall in love with him? was he — was he afraid of commitment, or did he want — ?

but buck cuts him off, barely listening to eddie, and says “he said he didn’t want to fall in love with me when i’m… already in love. with someone else.”

and then buck, breath shaky, looks at eddie for the first time since he came into the house. “eddie?” he asks, and its fragile and terrified and somehow both hopeful and hopeless, “am i in love with you?”

and we just see eddie hear this. and he opens his mouth to say something, anything, and —

roll credits.

[soilem]

DannyMay Day 10 – Bones

I've had this image in my head since september and now i finally have an excuse and energy to draw it

[muckyschmuck]

hey that’s mean

[heartnosekid]

gelatinartmarket on ig

[buttercupmistymoon]

[hazelcephalopod]

Mannix courts one of several nemesisi’s daughter, who is like 30+ years younger than him -may or may not still be a teenager also- is bad enough. That she’s his… great-great-great (?) grandmother is just wholly revolting. Oh and she’s specifically the daughter of the nemesis that he tried to get to blame his bf for murder, and then turned in himself instead is… I, I didn’t need to see that.

Karl. Thank you for shooting Mannix twice. Hopefully we can do it even sooner.

PS: it got worse.

[slav-every-day]

[queerbrainrot]

just started episode 3 and

snaaaaakeeeee

[squisheycat]

Sticker concepts?

I just think Luffy beating the shit out of everyone when he’s so much smaller then them is also just so silly goofy

[lesbianwriter]

Hii, could you pleeeasee write a continuation for the villain tries to get rid of henchman but them saves her from Hero??

I always love your writing but this one really caught me! <3 hugss

Part one | Part two | Part three

Thank you <3

The room was silent in the wake of Villain’s confession.

Villain had done it for Henchman.

Everything had been because for her. It wasn’t because she was concerned about her reputation or any other myriad of excuses that she always used to keep those thoughts at bay. It was because she was in love, and the way her was heart pounding upon that realization made her head spin and her legs shake.

This would only be used against her. It was a weakness, a liability, a loose string that would send everything unraveling if tugged on. Hero use it as a vessel for her vengeance. Henchman would be hurt, and Villain would always come to save her, as if they were tied together by a string. Then where would they be? They’d be dead but at least they’d die together, right?!

Henchman stared at Villain, her head angled to the side in a puppyish manner, and Villain couldn’t think. She needed to think—Hero would have revived by now, she was probably already planning again, and Villain needed to prepare for her enemy’s next move.

Old memories were beginning to float up from the bottom of her mind, the pieces of a shipwreck surfacing, and she couldn’t breathe.

She was drowning.

“Are you having a panic attack?” Henchman asked. Villain didn’t even notice she was sitting down until the sudden voice snapped her out of it. “Villain, do you know what’s happening?”

Stiffly, Villain shook her head.

What was happening to her?

When she registered the fact that Henchman was holding her hands, she pulled away and looked at the floor in shame. Nobody was ever meant to see her fortress crumble; not again.

“Do you want me to stay or go?” Henchman questioned, her hands twisting into the fabric of her pants. “I know what I’m worth. I’m not going to get ping-ponged because of your turmoil. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay, but if you aren’t going to treat me with respect, then I’ll leave.”

“I don’t know what I want.” Villain admitted.

She wanted to stab herself—she wanted to make herself hurt so that she’d face the reality that what was in her head was exactly that: in her head. Then, she’d armor up again and be how she always was. She would lose Henchman, but that would be safer. It would be better.

Henchman looked at her, and her eyes softened in such an infuriating yet hypnotic way. “Your problem is that you can’t make a decision if there’s no logical way out. That’s your problem with me. Against all odds, you’ve come to like me, and that doesn’t make sense to you that there’s somebody you’d do irrational things for.”

Villain’s heart that love makes people crazy, but she never expected she’d find herself doing crazy things out of love.

A beat of silence that felt like an hour passed by, and Villain could feel the tension in the air being pulled taut. “Why did you ever bother with me if you knew that?”

“Because I needed a friend.” Her smile was sad. “I didn’t have anything or anybody left when I joined. The only thing I could really do so that I didn’t feel useless was devote myself to this.”

“You’ve always been talented.” Villain admitted. “…perky, but you were the best I had.” She wanted to say ‘I love you,’ those ridiculous three words, but she held her tongue.

The panic in Villain’s chest had stilled, the water calmed and level. The air smelled strongly of antiseptic and other overpowering cleaning chemicals. It helped ground her to the present, to the reality.

She would never deserve Henchman.

It had been a long time since Villain felt so stranded, left to drift in the ocean, powerless against her own fate. It had been a long time since she felt her heart pound against her chest—whether in fear or love—and now it was beating with both. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been so goddamn terrified, but when she looked at Henchman and imagined her the same as Civilian, dead and bleeding on the ground, she couldn’t believe the bolt of panic that shot through her like lightning.

It was love. It was painful, and humiliating, and pathetic, and—!

Villain tuned back in when she heard Henchman crying. She didn’t know what to do, so she sat there and soaked in on the shared misery.

“I want to help destroy Hero.” Henchman sniffled.

“Shouldn’t you rest after what happened?”

“You’ve never cared about that before.” Henchman retorted, an edge of bitterness in her tone as she wiped her eyes. “I know I may seem soft to you, but being an emotionless jerk isn’t what makes me strong. I can be emotional and still be a thousand times more ruthless than half the henchmen here. I want to take Hero down. She used my suffering to get to you, but I’m the one who was tortured.”

Villain’s heart continued to thud louder, rushing in her ears and pounding against her chest. Henchman would be working with her again. That was beyond dangerous—it was inviting for an attack where she was weak, where she was vulnerable—and if she could barely stand up straight now then what about later?

“Villain, you look sick.”

“I’m fine.” Villain snapped. She exhaled, and she tried to clear her mind of the fog and the resurfacing memories. “If you want to help, then be ready to meet in my office tomorrow morning.”

“It is morning. It’s one a.m.”

Villain pinched the bridge of her nose. “Then this noon—however I’m supposed to say it. My office at noon. If you’re not there on time, you aren’t helping.”

Eventually, the two parted ways.

When Villain collapsed in her bed, when she should’ve been thinking about what she was supposed to do about an essentially immortal Hero out for revenge, she couldn’t stop thinking about Henchman.

[hauntedpearl]

on the one hand, the idea of a soulmate au for Supernatural — the concept of, like, a predestined fate in a world that's all about defying it — is objectively very much like. destroying what little integrity the show has. it's like *kitchen nightmares waiter voice* fat-free cheese dipped in fat. but!!! the idea of a s9 destiel soulmate AU that is put in motion when cas becomes human is compelling TO ME!!! I THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH!!!

[dragons-eat-people]

dragons-eat-people  Blog Q/A

Here it is, the little Q & A I wanted and decided to put together for this blog! I’m honestly quite surprised with how much I’ve grown on here, let alone get content noticed! I’m extremely appreciative and I value every single one of of you lovelies, let you be pred, prey, or even just an observer. (Which I’ll make something on soon! <3) But moving on!

This post is directly for questions of any kind. (They will be answered in another post in due time.) The questions can be personal (Just be thoughtful! Obvs nothing too personal.), basic, just about anything! Doesn’t even have to be vore related if you don’t want it to be. After all, it’s your question, silly! 

I’d like to see this as you all getting to know this mysterious dragon a little better. Of course, I’ll even post questions to the community too, just like my previous post. I like reading about other’s opinions..(And some of y’all are real cute with your thoughts, just sayin’.) 

But that’s the gist! Leave questions here, I don’t mind how much, I’ll get to every single one eventually. 

[teaboot]

BRUH a dude I know from work came in for the first time in months and I thought he looked different but couldn't figure out why?? So I asked if he'd changed his hair and he was like "BITCH I GOT TOP SURGERY"

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[marisatomay]

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me