#whatever their shipname is

[problemcore]

aaaaaand thats basically every eternal sugar i've doodled from most recent to earliest. cant wait for all my headcanons of her to be instantly debunked in 10 days ^_^

[eastbluecrewed]

guess what time it iisssssss (artist loses their mind time)

[greyskyflowers]

I like the idea that while Bucky's recovering, he has to relearn what hurt is, how rest feels, being full, etc.

They have to drill into him that if he's hurt, then he needs to tell them. It's just until he gets better at identifying it himself because they quickly learn he can't identify it himself.

For a while, when he first starts the long recovery process, he almost causes more damage to himself than Hydra was. Simply because he doesn't understand limits, or rest, or anything like that. He doesn't know how to care for himself.

Not maintenance.

Care. Humans need care.

And he's human now. Always was. Maybe? He's still working on that one....

It takes a while for him to really know what hurt is. Whenever something happens and he starts bleeding, or breaks a bone or anything happens that he thinks they might consider hurt, then he turns to look at them like a kid would, trying to figure out based on their reaction if he's hurt or not.

He's still bad at explaining it, though. He's still learning the different types of hurt and how to narrow down what exactly is hurting.

He usually just goes to whoever is around that he trusts and just says it hurts and stares at them.

I'm a fan of colorful/sparkly/excess bandaids being used for this because visual aids would be so helpful. Even putting them on things that don't need them but instead having them function almost as reminders more than anything else.

Bucky, be careful. You have that sprained ankle, remember?

And he just looks down at like 4 gaint, completely unnecessary, neon bandaids plastered on his ankle and remembers to take a minute to acknowledge the hurt. Just so he knows what it feels like and that if his hand hurts, he should be careful with it. And if there's a cut, then he should try not to reopen it. Or if he hurt his leg, then he should try to rest off it.

He doesn't have to stop anything, and he rarely does. It's more an exercise in body awareness and remembering that weapons don't have limits, but the human body does.

And he's human... So sometimes he has to stop.

He just kind of lingers around them when he's hungry because he hasn't quite gotten cooking down yet. He'll eat anything, even if it's undercooked or burnt, and it's kind of heartbreaking that even those are gourmet compared to the shit Hydra had him on.

He's still learning what hunger feels like and tries to remember that he needs to eat because he forgets a lot there at the beginning if they don't remind him.

They hope he forgets anyway. He says he does when they ask, but they always worry that he thinks if they don't bring it up, then he shouldn't either. Like it's a punishment, and they're playing mind games.

He's also learning what full feels like.

He has to relearn what tired is and what well rested feels like.

He sleeps curled up at first, usually shoved into somewhere small and hidden. He does that when he has episodes sometimes, too. He still has the instinct to run, but he also knows this is a good safe place, so he usually just shoves himself somewhere small and dark until he calms down.

Eventually, though, he starts to fall asleep on them. Slumped over on their shoulder, head in their lap, and pressed close when they finally convince him to sleep in their bed.

To sleep... Just come sleep, Buck. Relax... please. You're tired. You're so tired, honey, and you don't even realize it.

I just have this scene in my head and maybe I read it in a fic or saw some fanart art of it or whatever, but in the very beginning of his recovery process, when he couldn't think, got overwhelmed, scared, etc then he'd shove himself under the bed.

Small, dark, and usually against a wall so that someone could only get him from the side or bottom. He usually pushed himself back in the far corner, just a pair of wide eyes and pale skin when someone looked under it.

But gradually, he gets closer and closer to the edge until eventually he still goes under, but rarely, and he's right there on the edge.

Often after nightmares, when the world is just too big and the dark is in him as much as around him, then he goes under the bed.

And they sit by the edge of the bed, on the floor, leaned back against the wall, and eventually Bucky comes out a little, still mostly under but part of his knees and his head and shoulders visible. Just curls towards them until his head is kind of pressed against their thigh/hip.

And he sleeps.

I'm also a fan of the idea that Bucky gives people access to his throat and belly, the inside of his wrist and his inner thighs when he's especially relaxed and feels safe.

All those vulnerable, soft areas with thin skin, and where it's easy to hurt him even without having to put much effort into it, but they never do.

[angelshizuka]

Asmodeus: But my partner-- uh, business partner, Fizzarolli, hates your imp guy. Blitzo, right? Yeaahh... haaaaates!!

Stolas: He does? But why?

I think Stolas is pretty aware now why...

Which is pretty ironic since now Fizz doesn't hate Blitz anymore.

I swear, if Fizz and Ozzie don't help Blitz and Stolas trying to figure their dumb asses out, so they can learn to communicate, I'm going down to hell myself to personally break open their door!

[judecopeart]

do u guys think disney would hunt me down if i made stickers of this genuine question

[oizebby]

Get yourself a girl who would conquer the hells for you without a second thought.

[iianian69]

bonus non-tf2 art

[katyobsesses]

in the right place

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Alternate First Meeting

What if Tommy never left the 118?

word count: 985

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The laughter around the table never failed to make Tommy smile as he ate.

These moments with the 118 had only just started to become the norm when he had applied for his transfer to Harbor. But, thankfully, that transfer had fallen through at the last minute and Bobby had agreed to keep him on for at least another year as he reapplied. And while becoming a pilot for the LAFD was Tommy’s dream, he was glad for the extra time spent with the 118 and its new dynamic.

The firehouse under Captain Gerrard was very much a thing of the past, now, and Tommy was glad that he was able to see the 118 become what it was today from the inside, rather than the outside looking in. It had become a family.

To which a new member was set to join today.

Everyone was in high spirits as they ate lunch, waiting for the new Probie to turn up.

Tommy spun his spaghetti onto his fork, humming in agreement to whatever Hen had just said as he ate it. He looked up from his plate as he chewed, and spotted a kid bounding his way across the walkway towards them.

He nudged Howie in the side with his elbow.

“Cap,” Howie relayed, his own mouth also still stuffed with pasta. Tommy rolled his eyes at him and Howie shot him a muffled What? before taking another bite with a smirk.

“Uh… Hi!” The kid greeted with a nervous little wave as he came to a stop, “I’m Evan Buckley? New recruit. I was told to report to Captain Nash…”

The table fell silent as the prank they’d planned for this moment got underway.

Bobby tilted his head to the side in believable mock confusion at Evan’s words, before turning to everyone at the table. Tommy had to take another bite of food to stop himself from either speaking up in the kid’s defense, or laughing at his expense.

 “You know a Captain Nash?” Bobby asked Howie, who, dramatically, shook his head, obviously trying not to laugh himself, “You?” Bobby asked Hen, who did a much more convincing head shake her face a mask of confusion.

“You?” Bobby finally asked Tommy. He swallowed his pasta, and his laughter, as he shook his head.

“Nope,” He answered with a shrug, lips threatening to quirk.

“Uh…” Evan started, his eyes widening and his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag. “Um…”

Finally Cap let him out of his misery with a smile, pulling the empty seat at his side out from the table.

“Take a seat, Evan,” He said, and finally Tommy could let his laugh free.

It came out louder than he expected, a full body laugh instead of the chuckle he’d been anticipating, but Evan had just looked so incredibly adorable with the dear in headlights look in his blue eyes, with the nervous fidgeting belied by a smile, with the way he jumped at the sound of Tommy’s laughter before laughing along with everyone else. A giant grin spread across Evan’s face, a flush gracing his cheeks and he ducked his head as he sat in the offered seat.

“Thanks,” Evan said before looking around at the plethora of plates on the table, then at everyone sitting around him. His blue eyes met Tommy’s and Tommy felt his heart literally skip a beat in his chest as that grin was turned in his direction.

“This is amazing,” Evan gushed, turning away from Tommy and beginning to load his plate, “Is it always like this?”

“Always,” Hen agreed, sharing a smile with Tommy and Howie. Tommy smiled back at her with a nod, while Howie swallowed his pasta.

“Well,” He added, “When Bobby’s in the Captain’s chair, anyway.”

 Evan smiled, ducking his head again as if trying to hide the look of disbelief that flashed across his face.

“Think I might be in the right place,” He said, mostly to himself, and begun to dig into his plate of spaghetti.

Tommy diverted his eyes from Evan, finally, and spun his spaghetti onto his fork, willing his heart rate to even out. He could feel Hen’s eyes on him from across the table and he risked a glance towards her.

She was looking at him with contemplation in her eyes, the look eerily similar to the one she got when she had just figured out some confusing medical emergency. Tommy raised his eyebrows at her in the universal signal for what? and she looked between himself and Evan before raising her own in return. Tommy felt his cheeks start to heat, as he took another bite of pasta and broke eye contact with Hen.

Fuck.

He’d had a plan. He was going to leave the 118, start anew someplace else, and finally stop lying to everyone around him, the way he had finally stopped lying to himself. He had decided it would be easier to be open with new people who didn’t really know him before; someplace he didn’t have a history.

But then his transfer had fallen through, and he’d had to add an extra year or so onto the timeline he’d set himself.

But maybe this was the Universe’s way of making sure he stuck to that timeline, regardless. This kid’s adorable awkward confidence and Tommy’s apparent inability to mask his reaction to it was going to be the thing to out him. He could feel it in the flush of his cheeks and the beating of his heart, in the smile he couldn’t seem to drop as Evan began his next sentence with Did you know..?

He looked back up from his plate, and over to Evan again, letting his macho mask fall as Evan’s face lit into an excited smile at one of Chimney’s dramatized stories of their saves.

Tommy wondered if, maybe, he was in the right place too.

[beezwackz]

I may or may not have changed hyperfixations really really fast

[lunasbians]

*Blows a kiss in the air* this is for polyam lesbians

[seriousfic]

Wait a minute.......

anora: having the worst fucking day of her life

igor: look at her go!

[wtfforged]

save him

bg-less version

[stiffyck]

the way this gave me such insane brainrot it made me actually draw something shippy

[saewokhrisz]

atlus had to put them in dlc jail cuz they wouldve been too powerful brainwashed

[beehunterkisser]

i just wanted to draw my adyson and gretchen again. fireside girl yuri anyone

[t4m3-simp]

The dumb ass ship i thought of one day and now i can't stop