#i start crying like a baby

[alphadogmp3]

if god existed cats wouldn't die

[exclted]

˚ · .  @laslow asked:

It is tradition, now, to bring her flowers on her birthday. He thinks last year's sunflowers were perhaps a bit overdone; all he'd wanted was to make up for the missed celebrations and maybe for his own mistakes, too. This year, he only asked the florist for a modest bouquet of morning glories, with a white silk ribbon tied around the vase. The flowers sway in time with his light steps across monastery grounds. She's likely in the training hall by now--Naga knows he'd tried convincing her, over the years, that relaxing on her birthday was perfectly acceptable, only to be met with disbelief. That stubborn streak works to his advantage, at least. He finds her with relative ease, a smile on his lips. "Hel-lo, Lucina! Happiest of birthdays to you, my fearless Exalt." She's looking radiant today. more so than usual, and he wonders what's made her so happy. (Even better, he finds there's no sting of jealousy or bitterness that he's not the cause.) Laslow sets the flowers down on a nearby bench. "I couldn't let this day pass without celebrating you in some fashion, eh?" With a wink, he hands over the small bag clutched in his other hand. "Such an occasion calls for cinnamon buns, don't you agree?" They've cooled a little, but should still be delicious. Some of his good cheer fades into something more somber, smile turning reminiscent instead of dazzling. Free hand reaches into his jacket, producing another small box, just like last year. "One last thing. I figured the butterfly must getting lonely. Everyone needs a friend, even tiny glass figurines." (When she opens it, she'll find a near-opaque gray songbird, crafted with the same care and precision as her butterfly.)

With every year that passes she sees him differently. It is time, perhaps, having finally slowed down around them enough that she no longer thinks first to mourn the childhoods they have left behind in favor of noticing where it has shaped him into a man instead.

No more awkward boy, fumbling to find a smile for her when neither of them knows what to say. No more nervous glances or too-quick touches. Just Inigo, the same Inigo she knew before the world fell into pieces.

She is unbelievably proud of him.

Lucina waves at his approach, jogs to stow away her training sword and then back to greet him. "You never relent, do you?"

But she understands what these little things mean to them. No matter how many times she would like to remind him that none of this is necessary, that she hardly has the need for any gifts, it's a special thing. Every year of theirs has been hard won, every celebration earned. And she has long since accepted that there is no arguing her way out of it.

One brow quirks at the bag, and she gives a cursory peek within. A little huff of amusement. "I hope you expected to share."

They wouldn't taste the same if he didn't, anyway.

She's just about to finally cave and begin to protest at the introduction of a third gift, but his next sentence stops her. Carefully her thumb nudges the top of the box open, and any suspicion lingering in her expression melts into something far more fond.

"Yes, I'm sure the two of them will get along well," the lid settles over it once more, and Lucina holds the little box gently to her chest. "Thank you, Inigo."

[moonprismmakeup]

if y’all are wondering where i stand on this i haven’t been able to watch season 4 in it’s entirety because hopper’s letter at the end of season 3 still fucks me up 4 years later

[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.

[mischievousspooks]

He brought home a heat lamp.

[suntails]

do you deserve to be loved?

[daiwild]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DRAW LAUTSKI. or idk kyle and brenda, do they have a name yet?

[tues-dayy]

the brain rot has fully set in; i cannot stop thinking about them

[kmkxn]

𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 - 𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔷 portals series x | x | x | x

[ryllen]

[tapakah0]

[captain-hen]

What do you think are the fandom ~~classic buddie fics?

i think this is a very subjective opinion, but i can tell you which fics i really love and constantly re-read—and which, in my opinion, should be read by everyone in the fandom :)

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by @hmslusitania Rated M | 44k | Completed Summary: An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances—and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts—a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

a bleeding sun on a silver screen by rarakiplin Rated M | 130k | Completed Summary: One day, Buck will tell an interviewer that he would be happy to make movies with Eddie Diaz until the day he dies. But first, years before that, he sees Eddie for the first time on the set of Chimney’s fifth movie. (or, the actors au)

i want your midnights by @littlespoonevan Rated T | 36k | Completed Summary: In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

maybe we'll make something by @buckactuallys Rated E | 76k | Completed Summary: On a road trip with Christopher, Buck and Eddie finally work through their various traumas, and Eddie faces his parents again.

what a heart can do by @bvckandeddie Rated T | 86k | Completed Summary: In which Buck becomes the guardian of the daughter he never knew he had. Together, they discover what happiness truly means to them.

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston Rated T | 40k | Completed Summary: Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

Both Blade and Branch by @cal-daisies-and-briars Rated M | 62k | Completed Summary: The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless Rated E | 15k | Completed Summary: Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes Rated M | 113k | Work in Progress Summary: The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu Rated T | 21k | Completed Summary: The one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there.

[milimeters-morales]

top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

These Nimona headcanons are kinda angsty cause I’m bored

I think it’s a genuine shock for Ambrosius when he finally realizes he gets to make his own choices

Sometimes it’s small things like choosing to grow his hair out and stop bleaching it and what he eats that day

And sometimes it’s bigger things like what he’s going to do with the privilege he was born with and what he wants to do with the rest of his life 

He was probably raised to believe that his voice and his body weren’t his own and all of his choices should benefit his family

And because of that he kind of has a little bit of an identity crisis 

One night Bal woke up to the sound of an electric razor and he went to go check it out cause he assumed Nimona was experimenting with their hair at 3 am again 

He was kind of shocked to find Nimona shaving Ambrosius’ hair while he sat crying in the bathtub 

But he didn’t question it he just sat next to him and held his hand while he went through a lot of complicated emotions 

I feel like it takes a while for Bal to stop acting like he’s on the run

When situations get stressful he’ll eat like he’s rationing 

If there is a controversial time in the kingdom he’ll leave the house with his cloak even when it’s 100 degrees outside 

It took him a long time to get back into his hobbies because he wanted to keep his belongings small and portable 

And it takes a lot of time and even more help to finally recognize those habits and break them

And it’s made twice as hard because Nimona has the same habits and will subconsciously fall into them 

Which sucks because after being on the run for so long all she wants to do is settle down for a very long time 

The trio also has massive trust and abandonment issues 

It takes a long time for Nimona to trust anyone that isn't Bal or Ambrosius   

If he does let someone in and they betray him he doesn't even think about giving them a second chance 

But it always hits him hard and it takes him a while to recover 

Bal is very wary of maternal figures in his life

He also doesn’t trust anyone from the institute/nobles as far as he can throw them (except Ambrosius obvi)

Ambrosius also has that same distrust and every time he goes to work he acts like he’s walking on eggshells

But he knows he has to be there to fix the problems his ancestors caused 

But their trust issues are nothing compared to their abandonment issues 

The first couple of months living together were tricky

Because they all have abandonment issues but they’re also very independent people

After a while they all figured out it was best to communicate where they are most times 

Even if it’s incredibly mundane and feels stupid to announce to a group of people “I’m going to work” when they leave for the day

It just put the rest of them at ease

So Nimona will leave notes before they go on their little solo trips

And Bal will call if he’s going to pick up supplies and won't be in the lab for a while

Ambrosius will text them to say he’s caught in another meeting so they’ll just have to eat dinner without him

Even with these steps they all have their bad days and sometimes those bad days sync up

Mostly on anniversaries of big events like the knighting ceremony, or the day the wall fell

And on those days they decide to take care of themselves and each other by sitting in the living room all cuddled up and watching stupid movies to cheer them up

[spoopup]

deja vu. or something. haha. (starts sobbing furiously)