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𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚗' 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎! ☀️
Aand they're still asleep... ( ・-・)
(Can't blame them ngl)
#lego friends the next chapter#lego friends#liann had to sleep on the floor she had no other choice ok 💔#toy photography#trying to test out lighting options#pretend like it doesn't look like a stick of dynamite just exploded outside aliya's apartment
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Someone should euthanize Vulpes Inculta
#I hate Vulpes#hope he dies#my favorite part of fnv is when I get to put a stick of dynamite in his pocket and watch him panic and explode#why is he doing asmr every time he speaks#don’t worry… I won’t have you lashed to a cross like the rest of these 👄🫦🫦🫦degenerates#vulpes fallout#fnv vulpes#vulpes inculta#stupid little legion dude#I bet he’s 5’5 at MAX#caesar’s legion
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i think also a huge part of why artists majorly refuse machine-learning (bc that’s what it is, i refuse to call it ai bc it’s inaccurate and gives tech bros too much credit) is that the people currently championing and developing those tools actively want it to replace artists. They loudly and proudly hate the arts and want every creative professional put out of work. They want every creative HOBBYIST to give up. I have seen machine-learning art generators call us artoids (like ‘femoids’ incels or unhealthily online misogynists use to refer to women. To give you the idea of the kind of hate-fueled superiority we’re dealing with) and circle-jerk to the idea of art no longer being a career and no one being able to ask for commissions anymore.
Machine-learning tools are currently a symbol of people who see creativity and art as an enemy, a boogeyman to be slain. They are designed accordingly - stealing human work to create the data, designing it so that people can generate ‘sketches’ or ‘doodles’ to deceive the layman that it was hand-drawn, using real-world likenesses without consent, etc. When tech bros get tired of weaponizing machine-learning because they think we need to get ‘real jobs’ or that furry porn artists charge too much for comms and need to be stopped, it will probably be a lot easier for artists to embrace it as it’ll be a lot easier to develop ethical tools. On top of making development easier, it could become a great tool to make the visual arts accessible for people that have disabilities affecting drawing ability. It could be a wonderful technology.
But as it stands we’re not there yet.
WHATTTT.... ARTOIDS 💀.............................. that is THE most cringe fucking word ever im gonna start calling them fucking inceloids or something
Arent these the people who also have hentai addictions and collect all sorts of images of anime women breasting boobily? Do they think before AI that those images just popped up from the aether? They should also get real jobs that arent living in their moms basements and being a hateful little bitch
It's kind of hilarious that they think machine learning models will be the the end of art though. As if art hasnt been a core human function from prehistoric age and as if it hasnt survived hundreds of purges, demonizations, and attempts to erase certain styles and movements and people. We're going to prevail no matter what and they can die mad about it
#i think every ai tech bro should be strapped to several sticks of dynamite and exploded like fireworks#ask#anon#ai#i do agree with you on calling it ai im gonna stop using that but i will keep the tag for simplicitys sake#since its what people use the most. but you make an excellent point of it just being machine learning. cause it is#the thing that gets me is how these generated images are literally what people thought digital art was like five.. ten years ago#just click a button and make an art. nevermind learning the tools and the fact you DO have to draw it#i think people who were against digital art should hardcore come back to be against generated images like this. THIS Is their boogeyman
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#video#foghorn leghorn#from the same episode as my previous reblog. it's one of my favorites#i only had two roosters so not a lot compared to the number of chickens. but they were literally like this#they also beat me with hammers and exploded me with a stick of dynamite and used a magnifying glass to channel sunlight to burn a spot on m
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If gabe saporta would post a long and zoomed in video of his hands while playing bass that’s be kinda cool maybe or whatever
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I am ready to just explode

#forest speaks#forest#i am lowkey fucked up right now#everything is fine now just residual stress#about to just explode like minecraft dynamite
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Thoughts about Bean and Hocke-Wulf as a ship?
I mean both have been show too be the wild cards and use bombs.
Oh that's an interesting ship I haven't heard of!
Well I guess is okay! Two destructive lil guys causing chaos! That's great! XD
I'm actually surprised they haven't met yet!
I guess Archie kinda counts but they didn't talk much when their teams were together for that one mission.
#Thanks for the question thats Intresting!#Bean The Dynamite#The qorld would explode if they met maybe#like when bean and marine met in that one off panel
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trying 2 decide if I should medicate or if it's just minor nbd hmm hmmmmmmmmmmm
#anyone else feel like : ummm if i take this medicine i will die !#sorry#something abt medicine i hate for reasons unknown#in my mind im like.... i will explode like a stick of dynamite like i will really actually blow up into pieces if i take this little capsul#beepboop
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feel like i should use this blog more for rambling and whatever bc i don't have like, a priv or anything and i'm going nuts. notttt doing so hot
#mostly a lot of life pressure and. really shit circumstance. okay scratch that REALLY shit life/circumstance going-ons#half of me wants to keep going on like i'm fine and the other half wants to physically explode#like. put me on mickey's dick smasher with fifty pounds of dynamite
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i feel like the emotional side effects r getting worse too. or else im just more stressed. on the verge of either crying or killing someone at all times rn
#one of the reasons i ont wanna go to work literally the slightest stressor makes me feel insane rn#i feel like a stick of dynamite lol im just gently carrying myself around and trying not to think about Anything cuz if i do ill explode#-_-#its been ONE WEEK! ONE!
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─★ ˙🍓 ̟!!When Dynamite Asks for Dating Tips
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff
It starts like this: a quiet afternoon in the dorm common room. Kirishima’s sprawled out on the couch, lazily flipping through a magazine about muscle gain and hero diets, sipping his protein shake with half a mind to nap. Everything feels calm. Peaceful. Normal.
Until the front door clicks open—and Katsuki Bakugo walks in looking like he’s about to fight someone. Not unusual, sure, but this time there’s something different. His scowl isn’t as sharp, his footsteps are less thunder and more static. He hesitates in the doorway for a second longer than normal. And then, without looking at Kirishima, he grumbles:
“Oi… you got a second?”
Kirishima’s eyebrow quirks up. “Uh, yeah? What’s up?”
Bakugo glances at the hallway, then stalks forward like he’s afraid someone might hear. He throws himself into the armchair across from Kirishima and sits stiffly, like the cushion might explode.
“I need your help.”
Kirishima lowers the magazine, already sensing the beginning of something unprecedented. “Help with…?”
Bakugo doesn’t look at him. He glares at the floor like it insulted his mother. “How the hell do you ask a girl out?”
Kirishima chokes on his shake. Literally chokes. A full-body sputter, slamming the cup on the table as he coughs and wheezes like someone hit him with a stun grenade.
“WHAT?!”
Bakugo’s ears turn red immediately. “Shut the fuck up! Don’t yell about it, you idiot!”
Kirishima’s mouth opens and closes like a broken gate. “Wait—wait, are you serious?! You want to ask someone out?!”
Bakugo finally looks at him. “Yeah. I don’t know how to not screw it up.”
Shock is an understatement. Kirishima sits there, blinking. For a moment, it’s like he’s staring at some rare, endangered creature admitting it wants to cuddle. “Dude… this is… this is big.”
“It’s not that big. I just need to know what to say. Or what not to say. I don’t want to—” he breaks off, jaw tightening. “—scare her off.”
Kirishima softens. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Bakubro, just be real. You don’t need to do some fancy speech. Just talk to her like you do with me. You’ve got a heart under all that boom, you know?”
Bakugo groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, well, my heart wants to combust every time I look at her. I don’t think that’s normal.”
“That’s love, bro.”
And then, like a divine comedy scripted by the universe, Mina walks in from the hallway just in time to catch that last sentence.
She freezes mid-step.
Bakugo freezes mid-exhale.
Kirishima closes his eyes like this is his funeral.
Mina’s voice rises, loud and glorious: “WHO’S IN LOVE?!”
Bakugo’s soul leaves his body. “NO ONE! GO AWAY!”
But it’s too late.
Mina drops her water bottle with a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, Bakugo, you?! You’re in LOVE?!”
Her shriek echoes through the dorms.
Within seconds, Kaminari is poking his head around the corner, Sero is skidding in with toast still in his mouth, Hagakure’s giggling invisibly somewhere near the kitchen, and even Jirou peeks in with a raised eyebrow, earbuds dangling.
“The fuck’s going on?” Kaminari asks, already grinning.
“Bakugo’s got a crush,” Mina sing-songs.
“I don’t—!”
“Bro, this is adorable,” Sero laughs. “Who is it? Please say it’s someone we know.”
Bakugo’s entire face is crimson. He looks like he’s about to explode. “I didn’t say shit, alright?! I was just asking a hypothetical question!”
“You’re redder than Kirishima’s hair,” Jirou snorts.
Kirishima, finally recovered from the chaos he indirectly caused, claps a supportive hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry, man. We’re just excited for you. This is new.”
Bakugo mutters something about never trusting him again and starts plotting everyone’s slow demise.
But under the threats and the cursing, there’s something soft in the way his fingers fidget, something real in the way his eyes flicker toward the hallway—toward your room.
And even though the rest of the squad is already placing bets and guessing names, Kirishima watches Bakugo with a knowing smile.
Because despite all the noise, all the heat, Bakugo’s heart is saying something loud and clear—and for once, it has nothing to do with explosions.
It’s saying: She’s worth it. Even if I have to ask for help. Even if I make a fool of myself. She’s worth it.
And maybe… that’s the loudest thing Bakugo’s ever said.
#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki x you#bnha bakugo katsuki#boku no hero academia#katsuki fluff#katsuki x reader#mha bakugou#bakugo katuski#denki kaminari#katsuki bakugo mha#kirishima eijirou#mina ashido#sero hanta#jirou kyouka#mha denki#my hero academia#mha bakugo katsuki#mha fluff#mha x reader#mha#bnha x reader#boku no hero acedamia
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your fics are soo good 😩 i’d like to request pro hero deku and dynamite pining after you and competing for you! in the end they need to learn how to share 😏
YESSSSS you guys give the best ideaaasss🙈 Thank you anony for this amazing request!!
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Sharing Is Caring
Pro Hero Deku x Reader x Pro Hero Dynamight
₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹
Your wrists are raw from struggling.
The villain—some nobody trying to make a name for himself—has had you tied up in this grimy warehouse for over an hour. Every creak of the floorboards, every shifting shadow, makes your pulse spike. But all you can do is sit there, chest heaving, legs shaking, hoping someone shows up before it’s too late.
You’re not a pro, not even close. Just someone who got caught in the crossfire of a war that never seems to stop. And now you’re bait.
BOOM
The first explosion is so loud you scream. Dust rains from the ceiling. The villain turns, eyes wide, just in time to see a flash of green lightning tear through the wall. And then, he’s flying—slammed into a support beam by a roaring shockwave of One For All.
Deku doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are locked on you.
You’re panting, dazed, eyes wide and tear-filled. Your shirt is torn at the shoulder, a bruise forming on your thigh from where you were thrown earlier.
Deku’s expression shatters. “Oh my god,” he whispers. Bakugou crashes through the other side, feral and wild-eyed. “Deku what the fuck are you—” He sees you. Really sees you. His breath catches.
Everything stops.
The villain groans on the ground. Neither of them moves.
You feel suddenly, intimately exposed—panting, hair a mess, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. And they both just stare, like they’ve been sucker-punched by the sight of you.
It’s Deku who finally rushes forward, falling to his knees beside you. “You’re okay. You’re okay now,” he murmurs, hands trembling as he unties you.
Bakugou crouches next to him, jaw tight. “You let that bastard touch her?” he spits, glaring at Midoriya like it’s his fault.
“She’s safe now,” Deku growls. “That’s what matters.”
You watch them silently. And something shifts. That moment—that heat in their eyes, that breathless tension. You feel it like static in the air.
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After the scene. Numbers were exchanged.
The next month that follows is chaos.
Both of them are constantly checking on you. Midoriya texts you every morning with “Good morning, sunshine” and every night with “Sweet dreams.”
Bakugou drops by randomly to bring food and tell you, “Lock your damn windows,” like it’s your fault anyone could ever hurt you.
But you see it now.
The way their eyes linger. The accidental brushes of their hands. The protective possessiveness that borders on feral.
You like it.
You like it a LOT.
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And now… tonight.
It starts as idle conversation.
They were just getting off a quiet patrol, the streets were unusually calm for a Friday night. Deku walks with his hands in his pockets, boots crunching softly on pavement. Bakugou’s a few steps ahead, tension rolling off him in waves.
Then Midoriya breaks the silence.
“You been by her place lately?” he asks, not looking over.
Bakugou snorts. “Dropped off food two nights ago. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Right.” Midoriya’s jaw tightens. “She texted me the night after. Said she liked the soba I brought.”
Bakugou stops walking. “So you’re keeping score now?”
Deku stops, too. Turns to face him. “I’m just saying… maybe we should stop dancing around it.”
Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“She’s not a prize to be won,” Deku says carefully. “But we’ve been tiptoeing for weeks, and honestly? I don’t think it’s fair to keep dragging her into this.”
There’s a long pause.
Bakugou looks away, teeth clenched. “So what. We just ask her? See who she picks?”
Deku nods slowly. “Yeah. We let her decide. No more games.”
Another beat of silence. Their eyes lock. Then both of them, at the exact same time—bolt.
Bakugou explodes forward with a roar, palms crackling with blasts. “NOT LETTING YOU GET THERE FIRST!”
Green lightning arcs down Deku’s legs as he surges ahead. “Then you better keep up, Kacchan!”
They tear through the city—two top heroes, absolutely unhinged, practically neck-and-neck as they race toward the same apartment. Pedestrians dive out of the way. Streetlights flicker. Somewhere, a bystander screams, “ARE THEY FIGHTING?!”
And in your apartment?
You’re curled up in that same oversized tee, debating if you should go to bed early.
BOOM. BOOM.
Two frantic knocks. You open the door—Midoriya, out of breath, flushed, clearly having just sprinted across half the city.
“I—” He wheezes, hand braced on your doorframe. “Wanted to talk.”
Before you can even react, Bakugou stalks down the hallway. “Tch. Always gotta be first, huh, Deku?” Bakugou shoves past him. “We need to talk.”
They step inside. The tension is thick.
You blink at them. “Did… you guys run here?”
Neither of them answers. They start arguing. Louder. Closer.
“She doesn’t need your fake-ass charm—”
“Better than your damn temper!”
“You’re all talk”
“AT LEAST I TALK TO HER!”
“You lay a finger on her without knowing what she really wants, I’ll break your fuckin’ fingers.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to watch her beg for me with one hand.”
You groan and throw your hands up.
And that’s when you say it. “CAN YOU BOTH JUST FUCK ME ALREADY?!”
Silence.
Their mouths hang open. They look at you like you just sprouted wings and slapped them both across the face.
You step back toward the bedroom, eyes dark, voice low. “Either come prove who’s better—or figure out how to share.”
You disappear down the hallway.
They both slowly turn to each other—still processing what you said before running down the hall to follow you.
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The bedroom door slams shut behind them.
Midoriya’s on you first, hands cupping your face as he kisses you hard—desperate, almost panicked. His lips are soft, his tongue gentle at first, but growing hungrier by the second.
Then Bakugou grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him from behind.
“Fucking hell,” he growls against your neck. “You’ve been playing us.”
You whimper. “You’ve been teasing me.”
Midoriya’s hand slips beneath your shirt, calloused fingers sliding over your stomach, your ribs. “You don’t know what you do to us,” he whispers, voice rough.
Bakugou’s hands are already under your shorts, gripping your thighs, kneading your ass. “We should ruin you for anyone else.”
You gasp as your shirt is pulled over your head, and your bra is unclasped by two sets of hands—rushed, greedy.
“Let her lie down,” Deku breathes. “I wanna see her.”
They practically carry you to the bed.
Bakugou strips fast and shameless, cock already hard, flushed, thick. Deku’s not far behind—his boxers tented, the outline of him making your mouth water.
You lie back, eyes wide, heart pounding as they look down at you.
Deku kneels between your legs, spreading them slowly. “So wet already,” he murmurs, biting his lip. “Were you hoping we’d fight over you?”
You nod breathlessly. “Wanted both of you.”
Bakugou kneels beside you, one hand gripping your jaw. “Then you’re gonna get both of us. But don’t think we’re gonna go easy on you.”
You’re laid out like something divine—bare and spread open on the sheets, legs trembling already, and they haven’t even touched you properly yet.
Deku’s mouth is between your thighs first. You barely register the way his fingers dig into your hips because his tongue is doing something wicked—slow, careful circles around your clit, every flick laced with purpose.
“You taste so sweet,” he groans into you, voice already shaky. “I could do this all night.”
“You won’t,” Bakugou snaps, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “She’s not just yours to tease.”
He leans in and kisses you—hard. His tongue licks into your mouth with possessive heat, his hand sliding up your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple until you whimper against him.
You arch up, caught in between them, drowning in the contrast.
Midoriya’s still focused between your legs, eyes fluttering as he eats you out like it’s his personal mission, one hand moving to tease at your entrance.
“You’re clenching already,” he whispers, sliding one thick finger in. “She’s so tight—fuck, Kacchan.”
“Move,” Bakugou growls. “Let me in.”
Deku gives a final kiss to your thigh, then pulls back, eyes dark and hungry. Bakugou immediately takes his place, crawling between your legs and grabbing your hips like he’s starving.
“I’m not being gentle,” he warns.
You bite your lip. “Good.” That’s all he needs.
He presses the thick head of his cock to your soaked entrance, and in one slow, brutal thrust, he sinks in. You scream—back arching off the bed as the stretch steals your breath.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he snarls. “You’re tight enough to crush me.”
He starts slamming into you—deep, punishing strokes that hit something devastating inside you. He pins your thighs back, leaning forward, lips brushing your ear.
“You like being split open like this? While Deku watches?”
You moan, eyes rolling back.
Deku’s kneeling beside you now, cock in his hand, slowly stroking as he watches Bakugou ruin you.
“She looks so pretty like this,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss you again—so soft it makes your heart ache. “Think she can handle both?”
Bakugou lets out a broken laugh. “She’s gonna have to.” He pulls out suddenly, leaving you aching, empty—but only for a moment.
Midoriya takes his place, whispering “I’ll be gentle” as he presses inside. He’s big—thicker at the base, stretching you differently. But instead of pounding into you, he starts slow, rocking his hips with teasing precision.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “Like you were made for us.”
You’re crying out now—shaking, overwhelmed.
Bakugou moves behind you, lifting you slightly. “You can take more.”
Then you feel it—his cock pressing to your other hole. Your breath catches. “W-Wait—”
“We’ll go slow,” Midoriya soothes, kissing your throat. “Promise.”
They move together—slow, stretching you open, holding you in place, kissing your tears and gripping your thighs until you’re full in every way.
Two cocks, two sets of hands, two voices—one gentle, one rough, both obsessed.
You’ve never felt so worshipped and destroyed at the same time. They’re moaning now, losing rhythm, each trying to make you fall apart first.
“Come on, baby,” Midoriya pants, thrusts growing frantic. “Wanna feel you cum all over us.”
“Fuckin’ cum,” Bakugou snarls, hand wrapping around your throat. “Show us who owns you.”
You do. Loudly.
Your orgasm hits like a truck—shaking, twitching, screaming their names as they fuck you through it. You swear your vision blacks out for a second.
You feel them follow—Deku’s moan is breathless and broken, burying himself deep with a shudder. Bakugou curses through his teeth, slamming in one final time before he lets go inside you with a growl.
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You’re wrecked.
Limp, trembling, stuffed full of their cum and barely able to breathe. They collapse beside you, sweat-drenched and dazed, one on each side.
Silence.
Then Bakugou grumbles, “…You’re lucky she wanted both of us.”
Deku chuckles softly, brushing your hair off your cheek. “Yeah. Lucky.”
You just smile, eyes fluttering shut as they both pull you into their arms—Bakugou’s hand on your thigh, Deku’s lips on your forehead.
Maybe heroes can share, after all.
₊⊹𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹
#mha#my hero academia#bnha x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#botanicwrites#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#mha deku#bnha deku#bnha izuku#bnha katsuki#mha midoriya#pro hero deku#pro hero dynamight#izuku midoriya smut#bnha izuku midoriya#bakudeku#bakugou x midoriya#poly#izuku smut#izuku midoriya x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#mha izuku#midoriya x reader#bnha midoriya#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku
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OH GIRL>>>........ BE MINE 4EVERS!!!!!!!!
check out how hard i can cry
#GODDD#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE UOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUUCHHH BABIEY#GRAHHG. GAHHHAA!!!!!!!! CHARGES UP MY LAZER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO EXPLODE THE WHOLE WORLD !!!!!!!!!#WITH L<OVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THIS IS SO CUUUTE#U GET HIGH / DRUNK AN THINK OF ME....... OOOHBBAY.....'#BLUSHES REALLY REALY HARD#i wish we were 2gether We are soulmates i feel like that nerd Kip from napolgeon dynamite with his beautiful awesome babe Lafawnduh#TRUE and real love aceross the world and nobody stopped them and it was beautiful forevert#Ur my dream babe#my beautiful wife#davesprite#eeber#homestuck
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parragon and some crosswords!!
uni semester has begun for me this means i am more eepy but satisfied because i can meet people irl i love people but also meaning i will slowly post stuff i forgot to post

heavypaint+photoshop noo watch out felix if you burn your stache it will act like a dynamite fuse and explode
lil dance! music is this
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i love the 18th/19th century use of the word "exploded" to mean "debunked" cause theyll say stuff in fankystine like "cornelius agrippa's theories were exploded long ago!" and i just imagine a bunch of scientists going up to cornelius agrippa and saying hey man. your theories are wrong and stupid and they suck. and then they kill him with bombs and guns and dynamite and fire and
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Fuck It Friday/Sentences Sunday/Motivation Monday (Musings)
Tagged by @screamlet and @firehose118 on Friday, @station18908 and @freneticfloetry yesterday, and @ambernotember, @zeraparker, and @chococara25 today
Here's some more of the s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au that I actually wrote into the tumblr text editor just now. Do the kids still say YOLO?
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Buck looks up and misses Peru and its huge, endless sky with a sudden, sharp ache. The LA skyline just seems to eat more of it every day. He remembers Maddie saying she got a bunch of calls during the blackout last year from people who were terrified of the giant, silvery cloud in the sky, because none of them had ever seen the Milky Way before. Sometimes he thinks he's going to look up one day and there'll be no sky at all—just a tangle of steel, concrete, and glass.
"The city wants to settle," Buck admits quietly, skirting the edge of full-on whispering. He keeps waiting for a reporter to jump out of the shadows and demand a quote. "They offered me twelve million dollars."
"Shit." Tommy lets out a low whistle, then shifts a little. It brings his arm up against Buck's. "Makes sense, I guess. The city's been hit with so much bullshit over the last few years that they'd probably throw in ownership of Library Tower to avoid the media circus alone. You gonna take it?"
While Buck was laid up on the 9th floor of First Pres after the bombing, he watched an episode of Modern Marvels on his phone centered around the history of dynamite, and when Bobby refused point blank to let him come back, all he could taste in the back of his mouth was nitroglycerine. It's been sweating out of his pores for weeks, crystalizing in every deposition he's been forced to sit through, building up at night when he can't sleep and when he checks his phone throughout the day hoping to find even one new text; and all the while he's been dreading the single spark that would send it all sky high.
He thinks of Eddie calling him exhausting in the middle of Howie's Market and tastes burnt caramel; hears Bobby's patronizing you're not ready like the crackle of a lit detacord; and the easy way Tommy makes the city's offer sound like a fair response to all of the shit Buck's been shoveling since the bombing is a shock out of nowhere.
Kaboom.
"I don't want money!" Buck explodes, sliding off the wall and shoving his hands into his hair. "I don't want a single, solitary dime, Tommy, I just want my job back!"
Normally, having someone stare at him the way Tommy's currently doing — like Buck just admitted to being a space alien or that he had a room full of porcelain dolls like his Uncle James — would be mortifying enough to shut him up, but he's been sweating nitroglycerin and no one's upended him to redistribute the weeping. There's no stopping him now.
"D-Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am? My doctors didn't think I'd be able to walk normally again, never mind run up ten flights of stairs with a full kit on! I did the training! I did the full course so many times I thought I'd die some days, but I-I passed every time. Every test they threw at me, I passed. I'm pretty sure they made a few up just to see if I could handle them — and I did. I did, and I was cleared by every person on that med panel and they all shook my hand and welcomed me back! I should be back!"
For a white-hot moment, he thinks he's going to take out the entire block with the sheer force of his anger. And despite being well within the blast radius, Tommy does nothing.
Panting, Buck closes his eyes and waits for the dust to settle. "Th-They covered my name."
"They what?"
"On my locker," Buck murmurs. When he opens his eyes, the world swims through a curtain of tears. "They... put her name over mine. Bosko. They just... taped right over it. Like a bandaid."
Even to his own ears, he sounds baffled. Not even angry; all his energy was expended during the blast. Now he's just hurt and confused, because no one told him. No one said they were bringing someone else in.
"I just... I don't understand how it was that easy for them."
"That what was easy?" Tommy asks, unbearably gentle, and it has Buck knuckling away a fresh, hot wave of tears. It sounds like how having your back rubbed while you're throwing up feels. Buck can barely tolerate it, but he's so grateful it's there all the same.
Buck breathes out shakily and finally says it out loud. One final shockwave. "Replacing me."
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