Fuck It Friday ☔️
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Aside from some editing, my Christmas fics are all done and now I can slowly return to my main wips, so I thought I'll post a snippet from Eddie's pov in the mudslide fic (most of that part is just too spoilery and I rarely share from it, but this bit was waiting to come out for a while now, so here 🫶).
He mostly thought about Christopher; imagined him waking up in the morning, pestering Buck for breakfast and news he couldn't give, going to school and coming home, sitting at the dining table, doing his homework… Just normal things.
He would’ve given anything to be with them right now. To walk out of his room in the morning and see Buck’s sleep-rumpled face, his curls flat on top of his head, his smile lazy and crooked and his bare feet on Eddie’s living room carpet.
To watch the tattoos shift on Buck’s naked shoulders as he stretched and to hear his hoarse voice as he mumbled out a quiet “morning” on his way to the bathroom. To smell the scent of his overnight sweat still lingering on his skin while making their coffees side by side, waiting for Christopher to finally shuffle out of his room for breakfast.
To hear the sleepy mumble stifled in his own ribs as Chris gave him his good morning hug and see the toothy grin tugging at his lips as Buck entertained him throughout breakfast, making him giggle with his silly facts and jokes.
To yell “come on, we're gonna be late” at the front door as Chris ran back inside for a book he forgot and then to yell again after Chris was back but Buck just realised he had left his phone on the kitchen counter.
To sit in the car and talk about after-school plans and listen to the radio on a low volume before dropping Chris off with a hug each and then to bundle back into the truck and head to work together, barely just having enough time to stop for one of those creamy coffee monstrosities Buck liked so much — that somehow Eddie learned to like too, only if to indulge in the fantasy of what Buck’s lips would taste like on his own.
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I basically had to sleep off my entire weekend, but I feel better! I actually feel a lot more than better, my body being forced to sleep and rest for a few days was, I GUESS, needed. (I SUPPOSE.)
holy shit so many asks.. I'm excited to answer these!! I'll try and spread them out so I don't overwhelm people, but (DID ONE OF YOU SEND ME A DRAWING ALONG WITH AN ASK TOO...)
It's ask&answerocalypse with a new page coming tomorrow. Happy solimas everyone.
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Well it's finally happened, I grinded FF14 Eureka so hard that my brain just turned into extra mush. I need to work on finishing Bozja since I'm ultimately on the TT jelly toast quest, but like. Man. I just Cannot right now.
So anyway that means I finally ended up starting BG3 over the weekend 👁👄👁 I have only played D&D for approximately 2 (completely unrelated) sessions ever so a lot of the character building is mostly all a mystery to me, but otherwise so far so good.
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“You really think I’m safer here, don’t you?” Her fingertips painted small circles over his shirt, her gaze turned to the sky, aggression darkening her expression. She wouldn’t have fought for him any less than the others.
“That’s all I still can wish for,” Scott returned quietly, the joyous moment already overshadowed again by the menace somewhere far above. “Everything else probably won’t come true.”
“Then that will have to do.”
His surprise at her unconditional surrender must have shown, the fine lines digging a little deeper into her forehead, around the corners of her mouth. “Rationality says I cannot protect you, Scott, not from such a threat. I simply do not have the skills. I can stand up for good things like today, I can be there for the students, and that’s what I need to do right now. But against an enemy like Phoenix …” She took a deep breath and shook her head through tears. “I’m just not as capable as you guys. I only have my heart to fight for all of you. And my heart knows I don’t want to lose what the two of us have.” As if to confirm her own decision, she let her hand rest against his chest again, over that spot where her words made his heart beat painfully fast. “I don’t want us both to die senselessly. I’ve hurt you often enough. If there’s even the slightest chance you’ll come back …” She violently fought the next sob trying to choke her words at the very idea that this was exactly what wouldn’t happen, and gratefully nestled against Scott’s hand, letting her lips rest tenderly on it before carrying on. “… then I will be waiting for you."
Weathered I: FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE (#10); a fanfic by StormXPadme; coming soon
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🌌 STEVE GETS EVERYTHING’D EVERYWHERE’D ALL AT ONCE’D 🌌
(or: STEVE unlocks a Shenanigans Steve state and gets the TOH adults to dab)
Last day of Anime Los Angeles was truly “I want to be comfy and silly and not wear a wig” and who better to enable that but STEEEEEVE.
Photos by David Harris; rambling under the cut.
Thrifted:
$5 for the yellow “Dog Mama” t-shirt (”Dog Mama” got appliquéd over with red vinyl, which was apparently the only suitable red fabric I had on hand for colour-matching the STEVE logo)
$10 for the black pleather jacket (added cuffs, elbow pads, painted pocket details, and reused the STEVE stencil I made ...for painting another STEVE on the back)
Made (in the span of a very focused week and entirely from stash fabric, s o m e h o w):
Appliqué for the yellow shirt, with cutouts in the red vinyl to have inset white STEVE letters.
White hood dickie.
Edits to the black pleather jacket.
Black velvet jester pants with grey sateen insets + the peeking-out tunic.
Horn prosthetic.
Synergy in the Emperor’s Coven — grabbed a soupy romance novel from the Little Free Library (that I have previously made deposits to) and gave it a ~ new life ~
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