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hippolotamus · 6 days
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Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕
Buddie fic title:
If only I knew you had electric fingerprints
-❤️🪐
Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛
After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.
He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.
Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!
Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?
And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.
When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.
Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading them to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.
"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.
"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."
"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.
And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.
How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.
He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.
But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.
Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-
Dear Christopher.
He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.
As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.
In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.
It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.
He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.
Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.
He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.
Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.
"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.
He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.
“Hey, buddy…”
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valleyfae · 8 months
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want to give bucky all the kisses he deserves. want to be the one who fixes his hair, perhaps decorate his face and metal arm with stickers, want to be the one who he can come home to, knowing he'll be alright. -🪐
I need!! 🥺🥺🥺
Braiding his hair and putting cute stickers on his metal arm. Oh, he would find little you concentrated while placing little pink stickers on his arm, the most adorable sight ever. He only ever wears the same muted, simple colors, predominantly black, so when you meekly walk up to him with a sticker sheet in your hand, he knows the dull metal will be scattered with a colorful array of stickers in a matter of minutes.
And braiding his hair 😖🥺 you are so gentle when doing it, so scared you will hurt your Dada and mess up his pretty hair.
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lawlietscaramels · 3 months
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hm. so let's make my recent emojis Death Note
Misa: 💝💖💕🩷🫶
Matsuda: 🧍😅🫡🦆🐤
L: ☹️🇦🇺🦭🍝‼️
Light: 😅😎🥀🫀✨
Near: 💐😨🍡😔🫁
Matt: 😭🍪🍉🪡🎤
Mello: 🦅🌂📸💬🎶
 ★━━─・‥…━━━☆
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djpuppy · 6 months
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hii i'm slava or benny it/she, '07, white ukrainian + tme + lez! i'm a real angel >_< 🪽
previously @ polyphonial and sup3raparas1te
i love ocs and listening to music (especially 00s rock 🎧), but i also like the hotel, malevolent, orv, dungeon meshi, mlp + more 🖤
🕸️ art blog, art insta, ko-fi (^ω^) 🕸️
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icon ID: nikaido from the dorohedoro manga. End ID.
banner ID: (source) a photo showing trees and a house in the background shrouded in fog. End ID.
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bbina · 17 days
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omg yk what could be a great fic idea.. idk if you know that chinese drama 'hidden love' and the trope is brother's best friend but they have an age gap of 5 years (dw they get together when she's an adult) it would be really great and since eunseok is my bias i would want reader x eunseok but like anyone would be fine idc i really need someone to write a smau inspired by hidden love 😭 🪐
brother's best friend!au with eunseok? :oo
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arminsumi · 1 month
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JAY. DID I MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY?! YOUR BIO SAYS 21 NOW 🥲
IF I DID, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!! I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING DAY!!
SIXTH PLANET FROM THE SUN u sweetie pie!! 🥺💗 thank you so much!!
my bday was on the 11th march but i forgot to post about it lol it's my bad 🙈 it was a rlly nice day!! i got spoiled ehehe i was gifted a keyboard. it inspires me to write more just bc it sounds so nice while typing
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housewifebuck · 10 months
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who up and inflicting emotional damage on their blorbos in the google docs tonight‼️
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eiightysixbaby · 4 months
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your first time with jonathan ... does he play music, or does he just bask in the sound of fucking you 🙂🙂🙂💦💦💦 ??
something within me is telling me he’d definitely have music playing… but it would be soft, in the background so he could still hear your pretty sounds and the slick squelch of him pushing in and pulling out 🫠
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polyamorouspunk · 3 months
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I can't tell whether I feel more non binary because my perception of my gender is shifting or because I'm disconnected from my own identity.
-🪐
Mooooooood
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mcondance · 10 months
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hey moonbug 😚 i love this new theme u got btw but today i'm here to scream at you about HOBIE BEING INHERENTLY GOOD WITH CHILDREN AGDSHFSDH.
Like I just know kids LOVEEE him. imagine bringing him to a family function... The lil cousins would be ALL up on him. Thinking about him carrying like 3 kids at once and makin em all laugh and giggle has my HEART SOFTT. I feel like they would ask for his studded bracelets or his rings (and he would give them some too AHH). Also, i don't know about anyone else but when I was growing up and we had cookouts, all the kids would have dance battles. and I can jus see Hobie letting the youngins try to teach him all of their dances it would be hilarious 😭
ps can I please be '🪐' in your named anon list 💔
‘moonbug’ i just passed out i love that sm 😭 ty baeee i love it too <33
now… i’m vomiting why would you put this idea in my head 💔 he’d be so good with kids he wouldn’t even wna hang with the adults cause they’re too stuffy and stuck up. the kids all think he’s sooooo cool and ofc he teaches them a little about socialism and anarchy. no imagine tryna teach hobie how to do the hips dance i CANNOT 😭😭 (ps. he has an endless supply of studded belts and rings so when he leaves the cookout virtually robbed of everything he doesn’t care 🤷🏾‍♀️ )
and yes bae u can be 🪐 anon! welcome to the anon familyyyy 🫶🏾🫶🏾
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artiopoda · 6 months
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Hit me with the coolest shark fact you know
HAILSTER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the coolest shark fact I know is that they hate cops!!!
but if I had to choose another, it would be that many sharks bioluminesce! the reason why depends on the species, but can include attracting prey, camouflaging from predators, and communicating with other members of the same species 🦈
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shmooooo · 2 years
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well i am tight and probably most of the women too and we cant do anything about it lol
Alright, let's do some sex ed.
My initial post can be a bit misleading, I will acknowledge that.
But.
Being too tight is a thing.
(All quotes below from here. There’s many articles and sources about this but I didn’t want to turn this into one of my uni essays so here we go)
„First, the intensity of the squeeze one feels during sex is not based on the width of the vagina, but the motion of the pelvic floor muscles surrounding the vagina“
„Healthy pelvic floor muscles can also improve blood flow which, like an erection, engorges the vagina when aroused. That’s right, the vagina expands and shrinks. It’s elastic so it generally retains its shape and does not ‚deform‘ or ‚loosen up‘ from a lot of sex. The idea that a ‚loose‘ vagina or a prominent vulva is indicative of promiscuity is a myth that really, really, really needs to be put to pasture [...]“
„[There] is the assumption that squeezing is directly correlated with pleasure. […] We all wish it was that easy, but there’s more to sexual pleasure than friction or squeezing. Sex is equally emotional as it is physical.  […] If you’re not in the right mindset […], then you’re not going into be in the mental space of having fun and being in the moment. Also, not being well lubricated enough could be mistaken for “tightness”, which honestly causes more pain than pleasure.“
„There could be a number of reasons [for tightness] including not enough lubrication/arousal […], chronic dryness, or vaginismus, which is a painful condition in which the pelvic floor muscles involuntarily constricts or even clamps up during penetration (sex, tampons, anything). You could also be experiencing too much stimulation — a sensation that feels blissful to one person may feel awful to someone else […]“
TLDR; It’s not necessarily bad being tight, just like it’s not necessarily bad not being tight. But the way it’s normalized in fan fiction leads to yet another unrealistic standard for people with vaginas and being too tight can actually be unhealthy or painful so it shouldn’t be this romanticized or sexualized. ♡
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bbina · 18 days
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now what are literal KIDS doing on tumblr...🪐
you tell me 💀
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bunnyreaper · 4 months
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BUNNY. I DIDNT KNOW WHO ELSE TO SEND THIS TO BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THE VISION
The song by Vernon Jane called Fuck Me (F**k Me)
Bodyguard!Price x Rockstar!Reader?? STAY WITH ME BESTIE
She wrote the song about him??? For him???? With him??? Bunny???? PLEASE.
-🪐 (if it’s not already take)
THE VIBES OF THE ASK ARE IMMACULATE <3
so uh... you gonna write this or?
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osameowdazai · 5 months
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these low quality bsd photos you're giving us right now are both horrifying and hilarious
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Have another
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