#the going water and the gone

[try-set-me-on-fire]

@daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @devirnis tagged me in wip Wednesday! Look I promise this thing is going to have a happy ending

The sob that rips out of him hurts, like debris is getting lodged on his insides on the way out. He crumples like wet tissue, slumping onto Maddie who somehow manages to keep him upright. “Oh, Evan,” she says, holding on so tight. “Oh, honey, we’ll figure it out. We’re all going to be right here for you. You aren’t alone.” Isn’t he? Hasn’t he been left alone? How is he ever going to know where his shoulder is supposed to be without Eddie’s there to bump against? “And- and he could still be out there, maybe they’ll-“

”No.” the word is choked and violent, and his body tears itself back a step. “Maddie, stop.” He’s shaking his head, maybe. “He’s- I can’t think that. If he’s- if he’s-“ how did the ocean find him here? Why is he underwater? “I can’t do anything about it. It means I-I- I gave up, I left him-“ if Eddie is, somehow, still alive out on the open ocean he won’t be for long, and the thought of finding out later that something could have been done if only, if only- it floods his mouth with bile, makes his words come out sharp. “He has to be dead. I can’t- I can’t hope, Maddie, it will kill me.”

“Buck…”

She looks sort of horrified. Buck isn’t sure about which part, but he can’t spare any thought to figure it out because- “Eddie’s dead. E-Eddie’s dead. He’s dead, he- I can’t do this, I can’t- I can’t fucking look at anyone, I don’t want-“ huh, he can’t really see. “I don’t want to- to talk to anyone, I can’t- they’re going to bring casseroles a-and I’m going to have to answer the door and say thank you and we’ll- we’ll- there’ll be too much food in the fridge because that’s what happens when people die and I- I can’t- I can’t do this- I can’t do this-”

Very faintly, he is aware of hands on his body, moving him, sitting down. He wishes desperately for a moment that it had been him that died, but then thinks about Eddie still alive and feeling all this. He’s still a stoic man, all that therapy and effort to share what he’s feeling aside, and he thinks no one might realize right away how bad he was hurting if Buck wasn’t there to see it. At least Buck does this, explodes all over hospital waiting rooms or Bobby’s house or Maddie’s, and everyone can see the gooey pieces of him melting into the cracks and staining the carpet. Somebody’s got a shop vacuum somewhere probably, labeled with his name and in case of emergency.

Tagging @bigfootsmom @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @eddiebabygirldiaz @chronicowboy @homerforsure @rewritetheending @shitouttabuck

[tomatoart]

_(>u<)/🩷\(O_ō)_

[fowlfics]

🤎🧡💛Pigment of Imagination opened PreOrders! 💚💙💜

(*note - I'm just an overexcited contributor spreading the news over tumblr xD)

The day has finally come - it's time to fill our lives with a spot of colour! :D

You can see everything on the bigcartel - pigmentofimagination.bigcartel.com - or check out the twitter/bsky account!

Click keep reading for my excited yapping :3c

We've got a bunch of bundles available - digital, zine-only, merch-only, flat and full - and they're all chock-full of colourful goodies filled with symbolism!!!

For digitals, we have a bunch of exquisite luffy emotion emojis by @kenas-artstuff , a cute seraphim colouring page by @eks-art and a delicious printable shopping list by @orangeramphastosart !

For physical merch, we have the flats: three prints - Cora-san with the mini-Hearts by @/florakitz , rainbow strawhats and mini-print of Barto by by @veaski - a gorgeous double-sided Pell & Chaka bookmark by @softcenteregg , and an intense paint fight stickersheet by @/kenas-artstuff!

And then the 3D stuff! A pin of Cora-san (can never have enough of him!!) in a flower pot and a memopad with alllll the girls (Isuka, Nami, Hibari, Monet, Tashigi, Robin and Reiju!) by @/AKAbFlare , a sweet charm of Zoro with marimo balls around him by @hokage , a set of 8 character badges (The Warlords - Blackbeard, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Boa, Law, Kuma, Jinbe - and, of course, Buggy, all of whom you can absolutely arrange on your board like those wheel art challenges!) by @softcenteregg and, finally, a bubbly charm of Law using a Room on his unsuspecting crew and the cutest Chopper-themed washi tape by @/orangeramphastosart !

Honestly, I think the flat bundle is a steal - the wholeass zine and all the flat merch, for just $25? $35 if you add on the digital goodies, which includes the anthology with nearly a dozen amazing fics by so many great authors (and myself!)? An incredible deal!

I bet you've never seen this many fics and art pieces in a single project! And they're all absolutely stunning ✨ Keep an eye out - there's going to be previews shared in the next few weeks 💜

And not only are there SUUUUPER stretch goals, there's also this beautiful early-bird sticker of Usopp (made by Kena) for all the orders placed in the first 48 hours!!

[lochallthedoors]

You seem to be coming from a pretty optimistic place, though, with Council Skies. I guess it’s uplifting in the right places, and it’s melancholy in the right places. I think it’s quite an honest record. I don’t like to make the [songs] too autobiographical. I certainly wouldn’t draw attention to the parts of songs that are about me and my life. “Dead to the World” is very autobiographical. So are “Think of a Number,” “Council Skies” and “Trying To Find a World That’s Been and Gone.” -- noel interview, spin.com, may 25, 2023

noel interview in first and last gifs: radio x, 8 june 2023

bonus, liam when asked about the song: "It's all about me it always was and is"

[asexualbookbird]

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Whole procedure will be 606$, my goal is 120$ to cover the months phone bill, and I've put down a 25$ deposit for the appointment in September.

I only have cashapp at this time ( $ravencrantz )

I've temporarily opened up tumblr dms, so message me if you're interested! If you want more pet (okay. cat.) doodle examples, check out this tag! For my art in general check out this tag and there's also some things on my other blog @ravencrantz

[dizzybizz]

sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat

[sebnameyourcar]

gee i wonder why silverstone are struggling to sell tickets this year

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged for (significantly more than) seven sentence Sunday by @eddiebabygirldiaz @shitouttabuck and @daffi-990! Buck continues to go through it

Eddie’s landline is on a stand near the kitchen doorway. Buck had teased him mercilessly about the whole thing, asking why he hadn’t gone for one with one of those long coil-y cords he could twirl around his finger. Hell, why not go all the way and find a rotary? He’s grateful for the wireless design now as he takes it back down the hall, sinks to the floor against the wall where he can watch Chris through the open door. He knows the number, he’s pretty sure, he’s pretty good with them, but he still pulls up the contact list and scrolls. Hesitates. Maybe he should wait till the morning, not ruin somebody else’s night’s sleep, but if he doesn’t keep moving with this momentum he thinks he’ll shut down entirely, never speak a word about this ever again. And, if it were him, he’d want to know.

Ramon picks up on the first ring. “Eddie,” he says, gleeful. “Come to cry about your defeat? I told you the Astros would win that game, your Rangers-“

“Sorry,” Buck interrupts, chest tight, Eddie in his mind exasperatedly complaining about his father’s rival baseball team. I told him they were fucking cheaters and he made it, like, a whole metaphor, somehow. ‘Oh, people can change, mijo, you have to forgive past mistakes’ while making sad little eyes at me. Buck had laughed, hadn’t they only been on a phone call? I could just tell, Eddie had griped, waving the dish he was cleaning in the air or emphasis. Sad little eyes. “I’m sorry. This is B- my name is Evan Buckley. Uh. Buck. We met briefly, I- I work with Eddie.”

”Yes,” Ramon says, worried now, impatient. “Buck. His best friend.”

If he wasn’t already sitting down it would have taken him out at the knees.

Tagging @renecdote @lover-of-mine @rewritetheending @burins @bigfootsmom @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @buckactuallys @wildlife4life

[purpurussy]

does anyone have a link to the preshow playlist

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Today I was thinking about Spider getting taken in by the Sully's, getting adopted, feeling like he got everything he ever wanted and was as happy as he could be but still feeling like. It's not enough. Like he was missing time, like he's always making up for missed time with them. He can't ever have those years without them back, and no amount of time forward will make up for the past. No one else gets it, why sometimes he'd just rather stay home and weave baskets with Neytiri and Tuk, or just follow Jake around when he goes to boring meetings, instead or going out and having fun with his friends. Emotionally he's years behind.

The person who is the closest to getting it is Tuk. Sometimes Tuk just wants to sit in someone's lap while she plays, because she's little and sometimes she needs to be cuddled by her mom. Some days Spider literally can't let one of them out of his sight or something catastrophic will happen. Emotionally he needs a cuddle.

[akarionekamp]

Tryna find my artstyle 😢 i'm not sure what to call this, a character study?? A doodle dump? idk i'm just happy i'm not in art block

[clumsypuppy]

u know when youre bored of everything and it feels like theres a hole that youre trying to close but it just keeps sucking everything up

[joenhead]

hi yall im back anyways sol posting because emily and jake said their characters would be a lot more grim had sol been alexandrited and murph attested to that saying sol is the more optimistic of them and a scenario where duck team is just missing someone fussing over them with food and knitted items has taken its place in my head and i cannot stop thinking about it. cant stop thinking about a kenna who never met sol bufo. imagine kenna, who has such a close relationship to sol that theyre calling eachother siblings now! shes his sis!!! imagine that kenna having never met him. imagine an albin who has no hype man. his best friend of years, the one person he could trust and count on to have his back and support him just gone. not to mention swag. swag who in the main campaign believed himself to be alone which is why he attached so tightly to the only thing he had. swag who found someone who is like him, who IS him. in a world without sol bufo that swag never turns a new leaf. never finds the family he misses. and of course callie and calder.

puts my head in my hands augh callie and calder without sol…

honestly i cant even begin to imagine it because ill just get too sad LMAO like nooooo i cant tear them apart ,, just the feeling of something always missing never feeling quite complete without him…oooo.

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[try-set-me-on-fire]

It’s only 11:22 pm on Thursday for me but (west coaster who likes to sleep in voice) I never get to kick start the tag train. It’s Fuck It Friday! Here’s the first draft of the opening scene of the cruise ship spec fic I’ve been outlining…

Buck is always surprised at how heavy water is. The way it pulls at his limbs, tears at his clothes, wants to hold him down deep inside of itself — it sneaks up on him. He should have been ready for it, this time. They’ve been out on the ocean for hours, wet salt soaking into him as they worked, frantic, time limit impossible to forget as the wave got closer and closer to the upper decks. The burn of it, too. As he spins, directionless, in the dark, he thinks it’s unfair that he’s going to die with his lungs on fire so far away from any flame. For years, now, he’d thought he’d die in a house. Not his own, probably, but at least it would be someone’s home. He’d get eaten right along with it, inferno chewing through his bones and family heirlooms alike. He thinks he would feel less alone, that way, than he does now. His head gets fuzzy, his limbs unresponsive, time stretches and shrinks. He doesn’t think much of anything at all.

And then he wakes up.

It’s painful, the big ragged gasps he’s taking, and he can hardly see or hear or feel anything around him, except- there’s a hand, on his face, someone is speaking-

“-id, come on kid, breathe for me, that’s it-“

The hand at his face rubs at his sternum, now, easing the hacking coughs shaking right through him. “B-Bobby…”

“Right here, I’m right here, Buck.”

He is, leaned down over him in the dim light of- wherever the fuck they are. Buck can’t even be reasonably sure the light is dim, he might just not be fully processing the world at the moment. It’s- Bobby’s here, looking at him all overjoyed and worried at once, and- Bobby’s here, and Bobby was hurt, Bobby is still bleeding, crimson leaking down his chest, staining his clothes and Buck’s, now, too. “Y-y-you were supposed to go- I told you to leave.”

Buck’s brain is definitely still off kilter, because Bobby laughs, grinning down at him. “Well,” he says, and it sounds sort of echoey, light fading even more. “I never have been a very good listener.” He thinks Bobby might be holding his face again- he thinks Bobby is holding him, and- if he’s dying again he thinks this might be better than a house. As the light leaves completely he can just barely make out the warmth of Bobby pulling him closer, and faint words, rumbling like they’re muffled against his skull, “I’ve got you, kid.”

Tagging @lover-of-mine @rewritetheending @daffi-990 @malewifediaz @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @shitouttabuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @thewolvesof1998 @bigfootsmom