#I also love Rae <3

[sri-rachaa]

pretty vampire prince in a pretty crown <3

[berio-visage-asmr]

she would do numbers on here

[madneywedding]

idk if you're still writing the post-cemetry scene fic with pining eddie (idk if i'm describing it right) but i would love to hear more about it/see a snippet or too if you feel so inclined 👀

someone asking about angsty pining fic in the month of our lord april 2024? this was such a lovely surprise 😭 i'm gonna be honest with u anon i'm likely not going to publish 911 fic again BUT because you asked so nicely i'll give you a few older snippets from my draft:

Eddie sighs, breaking the stare. “You have a key, you know,” he says finally. “Feel free to come join me whenever you want.” He turns on his heel and walks back inside to finish his goddamn brownies, leaving Buck standing in the doorway.  It’s silent for a few minutes. He’s in the middle of measuring a tablespoon of espresso powder when Buck steps into the kitchen and shuts the door behind him. Eddie feels the weight of Buck’s gaze on him as he folds the powder into his brownie mixture, but he doesn’t turn to meet his eye until Buck speaks.  “Is that…” Buck falters. He clears his throat. “Is that my recipe?”  “Yeah,” Eddie says gruffly. “Chris asked me to make it. Said he wanted to share it with his friends when they come over tomorrow for their playdate.”  Buck snorts. “Man, you can’t call it that. Chris nearly bit my head off last time I tried. Kept reminding me that ‘playdates are for kids, Buck,’ and that he’s not a kid anymore.”  Buck emphasizes that last bit with air quotes, and Eddie can’t help but grin at that. But his smile fades instantly, remembering the somber look on Buck’s face when he’d opened the door. He highly doubts that Buck came over just to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of watching Christopher grow up.  Eddie bites the bullet. “Why are you here, Buck?”  Buck shifts nervously. He shrugs and looks away from Eddie. “I — I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to answer that. You’ve never asked me that before.”  Eddie scrubs at his face. “I've never had to ask you that, Buck. Things are different now. You’ve been busy.” 

+

“Wow,” Buck says acidly, all traces of heartbreak gone. “I’ve never heard that one before.”  Eddie frowns. “What?”  “Really, Eddie?” Buck’s voice cracks on the last syllable. He shakes his head. “Unbelievable. Just — unbelievable.” “Buck — what are you talking about?”  “We were just trying to protect you, Evan," Buck mocks. "You were never supposed to find out. We kept it from you because we love you. Any of that sound familiar to you?” Eddie’s breath hitches on the word love, because he doesn’t know, he can’t know, but then —  Oh.  Fuck.

+

Buck: We’ll get through this just like everything else. I promise. It’ll be okay.  Buck: Eddie, did you eat enough today? Should I come by and bring you some food? Buck: You know you’re still my best friend, right? That’s never going to change, Eddie. Never.  He reacts with a thumbs up or a tap-back heart on most of the messages, too exhausted to do anything else. He replies with a thumbs down to the message about food, certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Buck so soon. He knows he’ll have to face him in person eventually, but his tired, broken heart just wants to postpone it as much as he can.  The last one, though, is a balm that both soothes and agitates Eddie’s burning, aching heart, and he taps out a brief, Thank you, you too. Always, in response. It feels like too much and not enough all at once, and Eddie wishes once again that he was a little better at resisting Buck, that he didn’t feel that need to reply to his every message lest Buck worry even more about him. The only one he actually acknowledges is a message that comes in at 2:43 AM on Sunday. As he opens the message, Eddie absentmindedly wonders if Buck’s having a hard time falling asleep for the same reason as him. Probably.  It’s a link to a new exhibit at the Griffith Observatory, accompanied by a text that reads: Can I take Christopher here next weekend? Eddie squeezes back tears as he replies with a brief, Of course, and puts his phone down, letting the darkness swallow him again. 

+

Hen beats him to it. “What happened, Buck? I thought you really liked her. Weren’t you planning to introduce her to Maddie and Chimney next week?”  “Not anymore,” Buck mutters. “I broke up with her.”  “What?” Eddie snaps head snaps up. “Why?”  Buck doesn’t meet his gaze, his lip quivering. The rest of their team is watching them, eyes darting back and forth, and Buck blinks hesitantly before swallowing down a sip of coffee. He wipes the cream off of his upper lip and looks Eddie in the eye.  “You know why,” Buck whispers. 

[wndaswife]

guys every morning for the past few days this pigeon couple that has a nest on the roof of my building have been coming to my windowsill… sometimes it is only one of them but if it is two i get to see them be all cute cuz pigeons r monogamous n mate for life :3 im obsessed w them here is them

[neolxzr]

stares at you with my big sad eyes. ritsuleo. perhaps?

important brainstorming session (in the middle of the floor)

[steakout-05]

been kinda fixated on Rock-Afire Explosion for a few days,, it's an interest that keeps coming and going every now and then, and this time it's come back swingin' so i drew a little sketch of Beach Bear for the first time :)

[freckled-paints]

hyperfixation crossover who??

[fourphoenixfeathers]

I made too much angst today, so here's a hug. As a little treat.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Far Cry 5 (2018) | Replay in 2023 | Scenery appreciation (vol. 24) | Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm (interior)

[harrylights]

Fucking Avocados Rating: T Word count: 2.6k

“Actually,” Harry begins, picking one of the avocados up and tossing it in the air briefly before it lands in the palm of his hand again. “If you season them right, like I’m about to do, they’re really quite lovely on some toast,” he explains.

“Toast?” Louis questions, the confusion making his face scrunch up even further, as he shoots an overly incredulous look at Harry, slowly eyeing him up and down. “Harry, did you take one of my edibles by accident this morning?”

“No, you’ve just been living under a rock for the last few years, apparently,” Harry chuckles, shaking his head at him before returning to his task, slicing one of the avocados in half. “They’re really good for you, and besides. You’re acting like I came up with the idea. Loads of people do this,” he tells him decidedly.

Louis’ disbelief only grows starker on his face. “You’re telling me other people eat this? Voluntarily?”

“Yeah. Look it up, you fucking geezer,” Harry says, clearly amused. *** Or, my personal headcanon as to why Louis Tomlinson "doesn't like" avocados.

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[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Rae - Alyce - Fayth

Wizard (Necromancy) - Sorcerer (Wild Magic) - Paladin (Vengeance)

Dark Urge - Dark Urge - Dark Urge

[sri-rachaa]

Gavin — for @gingerbreadmonsters.

Happy Birthday to our wonderful, beloved, amazing, and absolute bestest girl- Ginger!!

[zmeydeva-arch]

i feel the need to clarify when i say my zoya blog is removed from the fandom i literally mean THE FANDOM not the source material. i love leigh ba.rdugo ( contrary to popular belief?? ) and she is the reason why we even have zoya to begin with. i may write zoya seldom in canon but all of my verses and all my headcanons always start with the books and it will always be a piece of source material that is honored on this blog. not to say canon is above reproach but like everything just because you are able to criticize it does not mean it is time to throw the baby out with the bath water!

[justablah56]

hehehehe I'm using terrow fan art as an excuse to draw characters being sad <3

[purrincess-chat]

I hope u feel better soon, fellow how you get the girl stan ❤️

And so does he ❤️

Thank you Rae! 😭😭 I finally went to the doctor yesterday and got some better meds so hopefully soon 😣🤧

[rollercoasterwords]

🎧hi!!

hello!!

so long - marika hackman

fave line:

so now it's all my fault/and i pushed you into her arms/'cause i was so damn cold/that you couldn't run from her charms