#buddy and clara

[internatlvelvet]

Clara Bow and Buddy Rogers onset of Wings (1927)

[itspeanutlove]

LOVE TRIO SUPPORTERS ARE EATING GOOD WE ARE EATING SO WELL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[skrunksthatwunk]

MORALTON

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (02/13/2023)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[theclaravoyant]

buddie + a kiss on the back of the neck. (bonus points for kitchen scenes, my beloved)

from this prompt list. also for the anon who requested buddie + a romantic kiss, although i may well write a separate one for that too!

AN ~ fluff. shameless, embarassing fluff.

- Eddie has dreamed of mornings like this. Literally. The only thing missing is the blurry-edged filter his mind tends to supply – although, his sleep-addled eyes are doing their best imitation. He wakes to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup and salty bacon and scrambled eggs and his stomach growls.

He pinches himself on the back of the hand. Shakes it out. Yep, unless his brain has trained in covert operations while he wasn't looking, he's no longer dreaming. So he pads out into the kitchen feeling soft and sleepy and vulnerable and wonders how quietly he can deposit himself at the tiny dining table. Could he make it to the coffee machine and back without causing a disturbance?

It doesn't matter. He lingers instead, and gets caught up in watching. Buck is currently in an argument with a pancake, cursing as the acrid smell of burning hits his nostrils and forces him to turn on the rattling range-hood fan. Eddie's eyes trace his dance backward and forward; the way his shoulders hunch as he tries his best to salvage it, muttering threats and condolences in equal measure as he scrapes it free and evacuates it to the plate.

Eddie moves closer, because he can now, and he wraps his arms around Buck's hips.

Buck just frowns down at his work.

“You need a new stove,” he grumbles. “A new fry pan, at the very least.”

“A poor workman blames his tools, Buck.” Eddie presses a kiss to the back of Buck's neck, and another to the spot where it meets his shoulder. It still kind of surprises him, how naturally this comes to him. He's been waiting for someone to kiss in the kitchen his entire goddamned life. And he smells like pancakes.

“I- I have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle,” Buck attempts to explain. “A certain standard of cookware- What are you-”

Eddie pulls away to pick up the burnt pancake and take a bite. Buck looks appalled. Eddie looks him in the eyes.

“Delicious,” he mumbles, beaming around the mouthful of it, “burnt and all. But you already knew that.”

Buck could just about melt. It's not fair how romantically Eddie speaks sometimes, let alone how fluffy his hair is in the morning, and how much of it he's been blessed to see lately. Or how much he really, really wants to kiss the crumbs off his lips all of a sudden. And so, he does, and he finds that even his morning breath isn't too bad, drenched in batter and syrup and a sizeable dose of how lucky am I?

Eddie looks at him a little bit swoony afterwards with those big brown baby-cow eyes, and Buck wonders how on Earth the two of them ever got anything done.

“You know,” Eddie offers. “We should finish unpacking your kitchen stuff, since mine is suddenly so terrible. Christopher will be back from camp tonight and expecting your finest.”

“Mm. Tough critic, that kid.”

“I dunno. I think you've got a shoe in.”

“Printed a reference from my landlord, just in case.”

“Buck.” Eddie rolls his eyes, and he's so deeply in love his chest actually hurts. “Be serious. He's going to be so happy.”

“He'll probably call us both idiots.” “Yeah, well.” Buck kisses him one more time, and wonders how he hasn't been doing this for years. “When he's right, he's right.”

[thatomewirednugget]

I know I’m not the only one who thinks

Mr. Svarog looks just like Shockwave from transformers prime I just know I’m not the only one who noticed that….I hope

Like they even some what talk in a similar way….

(I hope I can get around to drawing Svarog and Clara :D )

[rat-prophetess]

Pathologic 2 + text posts, part 5 [part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 6]

Patho Classic ver. [part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 5]

Bonus stupid idiot Daniil (affectionate):

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[fictitiouslysane]

Lark

(official art from S3 E1 "Imbalance" by Lisa Fricke)

[boydswan]

WINGS (1927) dir. William A. Wellman

[internatlvelvet]

Buddy Rogers and Clara Bow in Get Your Man (1927)

[thegreatkarma]

You look like P’Ink

In ‘21, the hair and lips

[the-unlovely-kiki]

disclaimer

these are what I’m gonna call some fellow hpma fandom members from now on

@cherry-pop-elf - Weasleyposter (or Bella if you want)

@chemzee - chemical (don't worry, we're all chemicals after all)

@avielex - Avie (great person btw)

@yitiaok01 - A very talented lesbian (AVTL for short)

@vernette - Just Fern

@mortimerdreadnaught - Lottiespotter (thanks for encouraging me to draw lottie btw)

@and-i--oop - Clara, just Clara.

@littlebugsboy - Bugs Buddy

Me - Sir Kiki/Monsieur Kiki/Kiki

and that’s it. hope there's more fanart/fics of this, and I'm sorry for wasting your time. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. Before that I’m gonna spew compliments. If you want any other nicknames, suggest some in the replies

Edit: I changed my mind. @mortimerdreadnaught's nickname is now Lottiespotter.

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ PINING EDDIE YOU SAY??? i wrote a text post and then decided to fic it . (leslie knope voice; i'm big enough to admit i'm often inspired by myself)

for my 911 kiss roulette a kiss out of spite

buddie - (one side of) feelings realisation bonus 118 sticking it to the maneosis also on ao3

-

There's a muffled tirade of spluttering and hollering down below and then - “HAN! PANIKKAR! GET BACK HERE. BUCKLEY!!!!” - and Buck launches himself into the kitchen; in a jumble of laughing limbs with splotches of yellow and pink cornstarch gulal powder as bright as hibiscus splattered all over him. Adrenaline and mischief gleam in his eyes.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-” he beckons. “Come here. Kiss me, quick!”

“What?” Eddie's baffled, but he's already moving, because it's Buck and of course he is. “Operation Holi Festival worked great. Gerrard's like, a millimetre away from admitting defeat. I reckon if we can get him with this he'll go hide in his office for the rest of shift. Or have a rage aneurysm. Either way, we'll be free. Come on, please?”

“I don't know if this is a good idea,” Hen objects, but the stomping footsteps portending the arrival of (a very, very ticked off) Gerrard are already on their way up.

Eddie is already nodding. Because it's Buck, and of course he is.

“Threetwoone, make it count!” Buck cries, and he leaps across the space between them to kiss his best friend with the world's biggest smile on his face.

And at first, Eddie thinks, that's just what he's doing. The more tender and perfect the kiss is, the better it works. For the bit, of course. The way his hands pull Buck's hips toward him like they've been doing this for years, that's just good acting. The way his lips chase Buck's and draw things out, unspeakably desperate for those extra few seconds for reasons he can't yet comprehend, well it's surely because he's just enjoying letting the old bigot stew in it isn't he – never mind the fact that Gerrard could hardly be farther from his thoughts.

No, his thoughts are consumed by Buck, Buck, Buck. Eddie knows more than most what it's like to have his life flash before his eyes and this is a lot like that. It's a grenade blast and a gunshot and a lightning strike and the brightest blue eyes in the entire world. It's the world-rending sound of screaming for him. It's the name scratched into his will. It's the familiar smile and the laughter he knows with his eyes closed; it's running down the footpath; it's making his son smile; it's handmade lasagne steaming with love, and pulling faces, and throwing popcorn, and falling asleep on his couch together. Maybe it's waking up together too, he thinks. Maybe it's forever.

And then it's over.

And Buck's laughing as he pulls away - all but cackling as Gerrard shouts meaningless abuse, neutralised by the rainbow splattered across him; his uniform dunked in orange and purple and bright sky blue, and a well aimed burst of pink tangled all in his moustache. His face is nearly a matching colour of fuchsia as – just as Buck predicted – he storms off to his office to sulk, or fume, or whatever will keep him out of their hair for the moment. An equally gulal-drenched Chim and Ravi join them at last, and Buck is caught up high-fiving and gesturing with them an emphatic group retelling of the story. He doesn't seem to notice that he's struck such a chord. Small mercies, Eddie thinks, since he still hasn't found it in himself to move.

(“What do you want?” Buck had asked him, not too long ago.

And now he knows, it's this, this, this.)

Across the room, Buck takes out his phone and urges Ravi and Chim into the frame for a photo. He's probably sending it to Tommy. Sharing the love.

It feels at once like he's flying and being shot out of the sky.

Hen meets his eyes, pain and sympathy.

“Uh oh,” she murmurs.

He has to agree.

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (02/07/2023)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[quotethatfilm]

The wings / 1927