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i spent 5+ hours trying to glaze this dumb joke about if dark survived in stick!alan au. anyway my vision when i was talking about this last night
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#tommy's stickmen tag#i hope this is actually funny because this was hell#i didn't even glaze it in the end. it took 7 hours and failed lol#tommy's stick!alan#everyone say thank you mystic for their service in helping me get this glazed. love you bestie#stick!alan#c!alan#ava#ava/m#the dark lord#ava the dark lord#ava tdl#ava dark lord#ava alan becker#ava au#animation vs animator#animator vs animation#pitch's art#fuck me though. wish there was easier access for glazing
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He's a God, He's a Man
[A/N: This… is filth. Absolutely shameless PWP (there’s a hint of plot for context of their relationship if you squint). Thomas Shelby could literally step on me and I would apologize for being in the path of his foot tbh.]
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Thomas Shelby is many things- ever intelligent, inexplicably cunning, unfathomably brave, sinfully wicked, and the luckiest son of a bitch in the Peaky Blinders to walk around with a spitfire of a woman on his arm every day and take her to bed every night.
“That’s enough outta you now!” Your sharp reprimand carries over the din of the tavern, piquing Tommy’s interest. Casually enjoying his first love, aged Irish whiskey, as the hopeful business associate before him prattles on about his prize-winning horse, Tommy subtly knocks twice on the wooden doors to the window hiding the private room from the remainder of the Garrison.
One of the barmaids eases the doors open so Tommy can get a view of what’s going on, ducking her head in deference when he waves her away, his use for her satisfied. A sleazy looking man with an even sleazier-looking shock of hair above his upper lip trails his fingers along your arm as you place a pint in front of him, and your raven-haired lover’s mouth sets into a hard line as he watches the scene unfold. You deflect yet another advance with a swipe of your hand and exaggerated eye roll, and Tommy returns his attention to the man before him, secure in the knowledge that you can handle yourself against the likes of that scum.
Until he hears lousy fuck and useless whore.
Excusing himself from his meeting, Tommy drains the remainder of his tumbler with an eerie calm and rises from the table, opening the door to the main room of the Garrison with the full intention of sending this man to meet his maker.
Your lover watches with rapt fascination as you emit a playful, two-toned whistle before a glint of metal flies from your hand, landing between two of the man’s splayed fingers on the bar top, a trickle of red oozing down the side of his middle finger where the knife Tommy gifted you for your anniversary has just grazed skin. “There’s only one man in this world who talks to me like that and you sure ain’t him, eh?”
He lewdly sucks on the bleeding finger before firing back, “Oh yeah? And who’s that, lovey?”
Leaning against the doorframe, Tommy loudly clears his throat to announce his presence as he lazily strikes a match, lighting the cigarette dangling between his lips and cocking his head in a silent challenge. His icy eyes are trained on the nuisance who won’t take no for an answer and you smirk to yourself, relishing in the power that radiates off of his lithe body. “Why, that would be one Mister Shelby,” you simper, “and he once killed a man for looking at his horse the wrong way. Imagine what he’d do to the likes of you.”
“Shelby? As in Thomas?”
“Ay, lovey,” you spit the term back in his face. “Don’t tell me you don’t know whose pub you’re in.” He swallows audibly and you carry on with a wicked grin. “If you want to walk out of here on your own two legs, I’d suggest leaving right about now.” As the alcohol-induced rose of his cheeks fades into a pallor of fear, you lean in and drop your voice. Tommy can’t hear your final comment, but his lips quirk into a smile at the sound of your warm laugh ringing out across the Garrison as the man topples off his stool in his haste to escape from your presence.
Flicking the match he was playing with to the floor, Tommy makes his way over to right the fallen seat before taking up the vacated spot, easing the knife out of the wood and tucking it back into your skirt pocket. “You enjoyed that a bit too much.”
“It would seem I’ve got a little Shelby in me now, eh?” You place two fingers of amber liquor before him, leaning against the bar top on your elbows and coyly glancing down at his lap. “I suppose little isn’t quite the right word, though.”
Tommy swipes a thumb over your bottom lip turned up in a wolfish smile, icy blue eyes crackling to life. “Careful, pet, or you’ll bring Arthur’s temper out.”
Leaning closer and letting your eyes drift closed as the heady scent of Tommy mixed with his signature smoke and whiskey envelops you, you ask, “How so?”
“Because,” your eyes snap open when you feel the rough pads of his fingertips against your skin, the pressure of his grip on your chin gentle yet possessive, “he’ll lose money if I kick everyone out of the pub to fuck you on this bar.”
Snagging the cigarette from between his lips, you take a long drag before sighing contentedly and replacing it in his mouth, his sharp gaze tracking your every move. “I’ll meet you in your office, Mister Shelby.”
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You hear the telltale sounds of the office door creaking open then closing, followed by the familiar padding of Tommy’s footsteps leading him to his desk, fourteen unhurried paces. You don’t dare raise your head or disturb your position, on your knees, palms resting on your thighs, eyes cast downward. Tommy lets out a quiet hum as he cards his fingers through your hair when he walks by- a simple motion, but one that has your blood singing in your veins nonetheless. He shuffles some files around on the desk before settling into the leather chair with a soft groan, casually flipping through the morning paper as he lights another cigarette and the smell of smoke permeates the room.
You try to calm your breathing, to quell the excitement growing in your body at the thought of what’s to come. Out there in the real world, you’re all sharp edges and fiery comments; in here, in the sanctity of Tommy’s presence and his presence alone, you love to give yourself up completely. To let him think for you, to command you, to own your very mind, body, and soul. You live and love to serve him- he’s not just your man, he’s your god, and oh do you love to worship at his feet, to prostrate yourself before him, to pray to his visage.
He merely pats his thigh twice and your body comes alive, fueled by a primal urge to bask in the aura that is Thomas Shelby. You’re by his side in an instant, cheek pressed against the deliciously rigid muscle of his thigh as his fingers knead your scalp.
“Such a good little pet,” he murmurs softly, and your eyes close in contentment as you let out a happy sigh. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, yanking on the dark strands until you’re forced to meet his eyes, a hungry wolf gazing down upon his lamb, a reverent parishioner looking up to her deity. “Mine. And only mine.”
“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, but not from fear. You could never be afraid of him. “I belong to you, Tommy.”
He’s caressing your face now, the rough pads of his fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin that’s already humming from his touch. “Mm. And yet other men have the fucking audacity to touch what’s mine.”
“Maybe they don’t know I’m yours.”
His eyes flash with rage moments before you register his hand around the column of your throat, pulling you up to stand before him. “And just what the fuck does that mean, pet?”
“I only- mean-” You feel your legs growing weak from the lack of oxygen, and Tommy shifts his grip higher, thumb pressing into your cheek to pull you even closer. His breath fans across your face as he growls, “Spit it out, love.”
“I mean that you should mark me,” you whimper pathetically, what was once a dull ache between your thighs now an insistent throbbing. “Leave your fingerprints on my neck. Bite me hard enough to draw blood. Brand your fucking initials into my skin, Tommy.” You hurriedly unbutton your blouse and bare your unadulterated skin to him in offering. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Now you’ve gone and done it,” he smirks with a slight shake of his head, in awe of your complete and utter devotion to him.
And then he’s on you, pouncing like a hungry predator upon his prey, forcing his tongue past your lips as he undoes the fastenings on your skirt. You help him shimmy the fabric down your legs and rid yourself of your undergarments as well, desperate to feel his masterful hands roving your naked body. His fingers dance along your throat creating a roadmap that his lips follow. You let your head fall back with a whine, granting him access to nip at the soft flesh as you fumble with the buttons of his vest and then his shirt. Tommy pulls away from you to shrug his upper layers off, and you take advantage of the momentary reprieve from his sensual assault to trace the sun rays on his pectoral muscle with your tongue as the ink is revealed to you.
He releases a breathless chuckle when you moan at the taste of his skin and asks, “Ready to put that quick-witted mouth of yours to good use, my girl?”
Pressing a final kiss to his chest, you pull back and nod with a smile, legs parting instinctively when he eases you backwards to sit in his worn leather chair. You let your hand fall between your thighs to spread the wetness growing there with every passing moment in Tommy’s dominating presence, coupling a pout with an indignant whine when he takes his cock out and strokes it languidly just out of your reach. “Come closer,” you beg, saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere sight of him.
“Stop touching what’s mine, brat,” he orders, eyebrow cocked and gaze trained on your fingers as they slide between your glistening folds. You emit a huff before dropping your hands obediently to your sides, lips parted and tongue out in anticipation of your reward. Tommy praises you softly, then guides his cock inside your eagerly waiting mouth, placing his hand around your throat and pushing deeper until he can feel the substantial bulge against his palm. You moan and inadvertently swallow several times around him, the twin sensations causing Tommy to release a low groan that sets your nerves alight with unabashed lust.
Placing your hand over his, you tighten your grip suggestively and look up at Tommy from under your lashes. You earn yourself a sinister smile in response, and you shift your hands to the arms of his chair, an open invitation for him to do with you as he desires.
Tommy doesn’t miss a beat, his fingers on your throat expertly placing pressure on the points that have you seeing stars as his left hand tangles in your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You moan with abandon as he mercilessly fucks your mouth, tears spilling over your waterline to match the drool slipping down your chin. The chair shifts back sharply, protesting Tommy’s frenzied pace, and you hook your fingers into his belt loops to try and steady your body. Looking up, you find the absolute picture of ecstasy, sweat-slicked strands of the brunette’s hair dancing across his forehead in time with the rocking of his hips, his supple bottom lip captured between his teeth just barely muffling his feral grunts. The distinct taste of his precum pervades your senses and a whimper escapes your lips that are stretched comically around his thick cock.
Tommy pulls back abruptly, and you whine his name in protest at the loss despite the stinging sensation in your lips. He admonishes you with a click of his teeth for the bratty sound, tightening his fingers around the column of your throat in a grip that’s sure to leave bruises, just as you requested. Using his free hand to uncurl your fingers from his belt loop, Tommy guides your hand to his throbbing cock. You immediately know what he wants, and a strangled curse falls past your lips. Applying pressure, you twist your hand along the length of him, feeling his cock twitch against your skin and closing your eyes seconds before his cum is coating your face. He releases your throat from his grasp and you fall back in the chair, darting your tongue out to wet your chapped lips and moaning at the taste of his release.
“Thank you, sir,” you offer in an utterly cock drunk haze with a demure smile. Tommy feels himself already growing hard again at the sight of your delicate fingers drawing his cum into your greedy mouth, your chest heaving, face flushed, and legs parted in invitation. He kneels to get on your level and you surge forward for a heated kiss, raking your nails along the shaved sides of his head before tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging sharply. He laughs at your eagerness, a low and dark sound that sends yet another wave of arousal shooting to your core.
“I’m sure you’ve left your mark now,” you speak between desperate kisses, moaning as he breaks away from your mouth to drag his nose along your burning skin. You cry out sharply when his teeth follow the same path, nipping and sucking down the hollow of your throat to the curve where your neck and shoulder meet.
“I’m not through with you yet,” he murmurs against your flushed skin before sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot. You throw your head back with a low groan at the prickling sensation followed by the soothing of his velvet tongue, wrapping your legs around his lower back and trapping him against your body. Tommy can feel the heat emanating from your center, and he mercifully slides his middle finger between your folds as he shifts to mark the blank canvas on the other side of your neck.
“Tommy!” You rock your hips against him, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit, absolutely desperate for release. He adds a second finger, expertly curling them in time with your movements and grinning wickedly at the sinful sounds he’s able to draw from you.
“Who do you belong to, love?”
“You,” you’re panting now, climbing higher by the second. “Only you. You own me.”
The pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves and the languid pace of his fingers is driving you wild in the most sensational of ways. He licks a stripe up your neck, collecting the sweat beading there before pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. His voice is deathly low when he growls, “Say my name. Who do you belong to, love?”
“Thomas,” you gasp as your orgasm washes over you in waves, your nails digging into his broad shoulders and legs shaking against his muscular back, using his body as an anchor to try and tether yourself to this world. “I belong to you, Thomas.”
“Good little whore,” he praises softly, making sure to hold eye contact with you while he licks his fingers clean. “Now,” he smirks as he tugs on your bottom lip and you dart your tongue out to brush against the pad of his thumb, “we’ll revisit this idea of branding another day, hm?”
You nod bashfully, and Tommy presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth before untangling your limbs from around his body. “Bend over the desk facing the door with your legs spread.”
Blinking hazily at him in your post-orgasm stupor, you shake your head, not comprehending his words. “What?”
He leans against the mantel, crossing one ankle over the other as he slides a cigarette out of the box from his pocket. Lifting one eyebrow at you as he casually strikes a match, he speaks around the stick between his lips. “You’re not going to like what happens if I have to repeat myself.”
You scramble to stand on your jellied legs, grateful for Tommy’s foresight to have the desk hold your body up. You tuck your fingertips over the smooth edge of the front of his desk, inhaling sharply as your bare breasts meet the cool wood when you fold in half. You hear Tommy groan softly as he sinks into his now vacated leather seat, and he easily kicks your feet apart to bare your body completely to him. You can feel his hungry gaze on you and the wisps of smoke wafting over your body with each controlled exhale from between his beautiful lips. Closing your eyes, you envision the way he balances the cigarette between lithe fingers, how the tip of his tongue meets the end of the stick before each drag, how his lips curl to clear the smoke from his lungs. Craning your neck to look at Tommy because the image in your brain pales in comparison to the man himself, you all but purr at the sight of him casually leaning back in his chair, one hand cradling a cigarette, the other lazily stroking his rock hard length. Saliva pools in your mouth, and you swear you can taste him on your tongue, feel the stretch of him filling you where you need him most.
His cigarette gradually dwindles until he’s forced to put it out. Still, he remains seated and silent, the very picture of dominance and self-control.
“Tommy,” you finally break the silence, the ache between your thighs having grown into an insistent throbbing, “I’m ready for that little bit of Shelby in me now.”
Instead of the heavy weight of his cock filling you as you’d hoped, you feel the sharp sting of the flat of Tommy’s hand against your pussy, the thick ring on his finger sending a jolt through your sensitive clit. You let out an indignant cry and try to rub your thighs together to alleviate the twinge of pain, growling in annoyance when you’re blocked by Tommy’s leg between yours.
“Little bit?” he mocks from his spot behind you, smoothing his hand threateningly over the globe of your ass. “Shall I get one of my brothers to fuck you, love?”
“My sincerest apologies, Mister Shelby,” you hiss over your shoulder. “I need your long, thick, perfect cock inside me. Please,” you’re quick to tack on.
“Better.” He presses a kiss to your delicate lips before cracking his hand against your flesh. You whimper at the duality of the sensations, desperate to feel his mouth on you again and excited to see the bright red imprint of his hand on your cheek tomorrow morning. The wooden legs of the chair squeak against the floor as Tommy stands abruptly, and you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. “But next time without the attitude.”
You nod dumbly, overwhelmed by your need for him and ready to vocalize this very thought when a knock sounds at the office door.
“Enter,” Tommy calls, sheathing himself inside you with one sharp thrust as Arthur’s broad frame fills the doorway. Your jaw falls slack and your eyes roll back at the exquisite stretch, a strangled moan catching in your throat.
“You bastard,” the eldest Shelby laughs, “you’ve stolen everyone’s favorite barmaid during the rush of the afternoon.”
“She’s serving me quite well, Arthur,” Tommy cracks easily in response. With the way your man brags about you, you’re sure the three oldest Shelby brothers possess more knowledge about your most intimate bits than even you do, but still you feel your skin grow hot at Arthur having found you in such a compromising position. You try to tuck your face into your shoulder for even a modicum of modesty, but Tommy yanks on your hair and forces your head up as he maintains a steady rocking of his hips, pathetic mewls falling past your lips every time he bottoms out and your knuckles turning white from your tight grip on the desk.
“You realize,” Arthur starts with a wicked grin, “the door says Shelby Company Limited, don’t you, Tommy? And Johnny and I are very much part of this company.”
Tommy barks out a laugh that holds no humor. “You boys so much as lay a finger on my girl and you’ll be in the Cut before your next breath.” The low growl of his voice and his overt possessiveness has your walls fluttering around him, and Tommy folds over you to speak directly in your ear. “Tell him who you belong to.”
You lift your gaze to meet Arthur’s with a gleam in your eye as Tommy picks up his pace, forcing you to raise your voice over the lewd sound of his skin slapping against yours. “I belong to Tommy.”
He gathers your hair into a ponytail, using it as leverage to pound into you even harder and commands, “Louder.”
You barely register the door slamming shut as you clench around Tommy’s cock, his warm release painting your walls as your own juices flow down your thighs and you come undone with the declaration, “I belong to Thomas Shelby!”
He presses a line of gentle kisses along your spine while your body writhes beneath him in the aftershocks of your afternoon tryst. “That’s my girl,” he praises, tenderly stroking your hair. “That’s my good little girl.”
#thomas shelby#thomas shelby smut#thomas shelby x you#thomas shelby x reader#thomas shelby x y/n#thomas shelby imagine#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x y/n#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby smut#peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut#peaky blinders imagine#peaky fucking blinders#more like fucking peaky blinders#literally#i love this man#he could ruin my life#he could step on me and i'd thank him
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so at first i thought lou was a standard pr nightmare but now i'm convinced he's just making shit up for the laughs. not like, in a mean way, and i don't think he was messing about the tommy storyline originally being with eddie, but like, he goes from talking about buddie in one interview and how tommy definitely knows there's something there, to campaigning for a main the next, and then back to "oh yeah tommy's just here for a good time" and then back to "tommy and buck are so much deeper than labels it's two souls connecting on a deep level" (or whatever) so yeah i think he's fucking with us.
#y'all i love this man i just hate his character i promise#lou is a national treasure#tommy can fuck off (kindly)#also for those new here i don't hate tommy cause he's with buck i just hate tommy even before he came back thank you#911 spoilers#911#911 on abc#911 abc#lou ferrigno jr
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Here's the thing, I have nothing against Lou/Tommy, but the accessive enthusiasm of him returning and everyone already talking about him showing up for next season,
Which if any of you watched for the last 7 seasons, it is very possible because writers love to drag temps over to the next seasons because apparently breakups are for season beginners, mostly (except for taylor),
is very off-putting.
1. Because the dude literally just showed up and they haven't even had one worthy make out session to even call it a situationship.
2. Buck hurt Eddie physically to get into Tommy's mouth and pants, which ruined it for me from the start tbh and Tommy had nothing to do with it, he was just there.
3. Buck has made Maddie's day, his coming out party - that is a big NO in my book. Because one, dude you literally came out, what if you decide eventually that you don't want this or don't want this with this specific first-guy-ever anymore? And two SHE IS YOUR SISTER THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HAVE HER LEAVE ON HER HONEYMOON BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR PARENTS OF A HEART- ATTACK.
Even if they "seem accepting" to Buck’s face, this takes time to process, something better revealed in time and in private, once one is sure. Not thinking and talking about this the whole wedding!
And yes, I know, Buck is impulsive, but think for a second, would you want your baby brother to hijacke your wedding after so long of planning it? I know I would have killed him.
Would have told him in advance that if he's bringing his new boyfriend to my wedding, he better tell our parents first. Because this is my fucking day!
I love Buck, but his self-centered personality rubs me the wrong way this season.
Maybe because I wanted to see him growing the fuck up after 7 years and so many traumas and experiences and therapy that he went through, but nope, same old Buck, only instead of the dating the girl who gave him attention, he's seeing the guy who gave him attention.
It's annoying, it's off putting and frankly I am so mad at the writers and Tim for this because these characters deserved better.
And don't talk to me about representation because Shonda did the bi representation in Station 19 perfectly to the point that I was bummed that Travis and Eli didn't end up as endgame even though I loved Emmett with Travis.
Again somehow the 911 writers managed to taint for me what should have been and amazing experience, independent completely of buddie, but no they managed to not only mix Eddie and Buck with Tommy, the whole thing came at the expense of Eddie, physically and mentally, because not only did Buck not apologized to Eddie, Eddie also lost his new friend who now fawns over Buck.
So screw this storyline, I hate it and I hate how everyone is OK with everything that happened in the story, just because Buck is doing a dude(kissing really, there was no doing yet).
There's a lot of blocking in my future, most are just ppl who either came in now because of bi Buck or those who came from other disappointing fandoms and are just here for the rep not the actual story.
But some of us have been here since S1, we want the rep, but we want it to be complimenting, we want to fall in love with the character before it turns into a LI, we want the emotion, the connection, the obvious love building over several years.
Like Casey and Gabby and Severide and Stella, like Maya and Carina, like Travis and Emmett (even though I liked Eli better for him) like Sullivan and Natasha.
I want an emotional payout, give up the surprises, and the wrecked trucks and ships, just tell a good story!
And for the love of all that's holy, enough with the last-minute changes, those never turn out well in the long run. They literally started from scratch when they made the switch between Eddie and Buck.
Also in my opinion, Eddie had a LOT more chemistry with Lou/Tommy than Buck. It would have made so much more sense, in the catholic guilt and internal homophobia department, the nun and supposedly commitment issues was weak at best.
It could have been epic. 😩
And yes, Buck could have started the season single, no harm in that, maybe make him, I don't know, actually growing into something that he would like without someone else to pet his ego? Go back to therapy, work for the LT. exams, be interim captain, realize his worth and learn to love himself for him, not because someone else gave him attention and that made him preen, get him somewhere worthy. Even lessons with Tommy without involving Eddie in this would have been great.
Just something that shows character development, because up until now all I get is S2/S3 Buck and I've seen that movie before, I want my money back.
I realize this is harsh, and normally, I would stick to the light and fun and ignore the rest, but this had to be said out loud so I can go back to that.
That being said, as I said, I will watch Madney wedding purely for Madney. Anything else is just a bonus. I can't wait for that bachelor party and see wth happens to Chimney.
Happy Monday, my loves. ❤️
#venting#so done with all the bucktommy fawning#i like tommy but ppl you made him into some god he's not#he's just gay and hot for evan#not about buddie#but i am mad on eddie behalf#and that's before we even know what happened at that bachelor party#evan please for the love of god grow the fuck up#fuck who you want it will be hot I'm sure but fucking grow up#eddie diaz#evan buckley#tommy kinard#coming out party#911 spoilers#911 speculation#madney#I'm starting the let the buck grow up movement join me#911 abc
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Hello my maggots (especially the tumblr maggots whom I haven't seen on Discord recently), I've missed you so much and I'm sorry I haven't been posting the past few days.
It appears I used up all my XP in being a Funny Little Guy and left none for health (I'm not a gamer. I don't know why I tried that joke. The most experience I have with XP is learning Italian on Duolingo).
And I'll probably be taking a break for a few days more. Why?
Well, no, unfortunately, not love.
It's that stupid motherfucker, Tommy the Haematoma of my ankle.
But Asmi, you ask, didn't you fall down the stairs more than a month ago?
Why yes, yes I did. And out of that, two weeks were spent in bedrest/floorrest/whatever you call not being allowed to walk at all.
But thanks to the wonders of our Lord and Saviour Bildaddy, I am now resigned to two more weeks of bedrest.
WELL FUCK YOU TOO, BILDADDY. TO THINK I USED TO HAVE FAITH IN YOU.
But yes. A bloody fracture would have healed sooner than this. But no no no not Tommy and his buddies called weakened and swollen ligaments and heightened nerve sensation (not as catchy as Tommy, are they?) who are here to overstay their welcome like a couple of Indian aunties dropping in during festival time to gossip.
Now, I'm not someone who exercises, okay. Au contraire. I'm more sedentary than the coins that Crowley superglues to pavements.
But I did like being able to at least walk around my room to pick up my art supplies. Or go to the kitchen for a snack without maneuvering a cane (Kaz Brekker era coming up for realsies) (but less sexy and more legless chicken style). I also now can't really go outside unless I'm staying in the car. The car hurts, too. So I have only attempted that once. All hail.
So that is how I have come to be resigned to spending two more weeks (after already spending two) in bedrest and pain during the month before my birthday in the year 2024 of our Lord and Saviour Bastard and Damner Bildaddy.
It does tend to lower morale a bit. And I'm kind of active on the Discord server (I need to be, because otherwise my social interaction comes to a grand net total of 0) (just like the number of times Crowley and Aziraphale talked after Season 2) (ahaha sorry).
But being on Tumblr I feel like I should be making posts and I start getting stressy about notes even though I know I shouldn't. And thus my absence the past few days, and probably for a few days more.
C'est la vie. So it is farewell for now (I say dramatically about a few days break).
But don't worry my maggoty loves, I shall return with chaos. As usual. And I'll still be on Discord unless the pain gets really bad. I love love love love love you so much.
At the end of 2023 I wished so bad that I wouldn't be alone anymore and now I'm not. And so neither are any of you. Like that meme said, we're not a fandom, we're a deeply unwell family. Applies both to the Good Omens fandom and to my own. My fans are rather more incestuous, but that's part of our, er, charm.
Sending you all the hugs and forehead kisses and love that you're okay with. I'll see you soon.
Meanwhile, I want you to promise to cause chaos on my behalf. Keep the Good Omens tag trending. Make cursed headcanons. Try not to murder anyone. Byebye, my little maggoty fly larvae.
#good omens#good omens fandom#good omens mascot#weirdly specific but ok#asmi#maggots#crowley#bildaddy#the little fuck#life update#taking a break#fuck you tommy#i love you maggots#why? love.#neil gaiman
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every single person who has ever reblogged my art with even the slightest "i like this" or "omg this is so funny" has my heart forever. in the afterlife i imagine i would run up to you like a dog whos been waiting forever to see you. i love you so very much
#i really do mean it if youre curious#every single compliment#i screenshot it#i put it in my happy folder#sometimes its so hard not to simply just scroll scroll scroll#a piece can take you by the fucking throat but you cant find the energy to say anything#and it frustrates me when it happens to me#so i appreciate endlessly when people decide their energy Is worth spending tagging my art with a little something#perhaps reblogging it#many of my friends sometimes tag it with “i love you tommy! tommy art! yay thank you tommy!”#i cri every tim.#love on this beautiful fuckass earth#hello all my new mutuals
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What the fuck was the whiplash of this episode
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 abc#buck x eddie#buck buckley#buckley diaz family#buddie dads#911 fox#911 season 7#bucktommy#tommy kinard#I have emotional whiplash#the secondhand embarrassment of that date nearly took me out#episode is 45 minutes long#took me over an hour to finish it#buck I love you#but holy fuck you’re emotionally constipated sometimes
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Is anyone actually saying that Buck’s jealousy in “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered” was only about Tommy or are certain Buddie purists making up a guy to get mad at so they can justify their 48th post about how Buck was jealous of Eddie in the episode as if the rest of us didn’t see that immediately?
Investigative Reporting may be required.
#we get it we get it we get and in fact we got it day of like who are you making these posts for!!!!#name ONE person actually taking Buck at his word when he said ‘I guess so’!!!!#that genre of post is getting OLLLLLDDDD#like we all saw the same ep we know Buck was doing this in part because of Eddie but like. he also wants to fuck Tommy#he wants to date Tommy#I’m so sorry to tell you this but Queer Men love Men and in fact often fuck men that aren’t their soulmates#faggots are kind of renowned for their lust for other men it’s a defining feature of our culture#ok I’m done!#disc horse
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must feel nice to abandon buddie for a fucking plot device that isn't gonna be around for long. i can't with buddie fans, where's the f'n loyalty to the story and relationship being told for 6 seasons. It's disgusting how quick you all are to throw them in the trash and for what!? The dude from season two, are you fucking kidding me?
oh anon ive been waiting for you. you're so fucking funny, i'm giggling away over here oh my god.
first of all, what about any of my recent posts makes you think i've abandoned buddie??? just a couple of examples LOL:
second of all, i'm incredibly loyal to the story and buddie, to quote the wonderful ash call me crazy but i love to watch the story unfold. sorry i don't want buddie just getting together immediately in the most boring "hey i think im gay and in love with you" "hey i think im gay and in love with you!!!" way, sorry if i like a little drama, a little conflict, a couple of twists and turns. actually not sorry. only sorry you don't know how to enjoy shit anon it must be a very sad little life you lead!!
third of all, that dude from season two is about to help buck figure out his sexuality and is also himself a great example of a complex queer character on a prime time tv show. we've got barely anything of him but his character is so rich. his growth from his bigoted attitudes in season 2 to this man who is willing to put everything on the line for the 118, who had to face homophobia in his workplace as a queer man and obviously his own internalised homophobia, and has come out of it so confident and ready to help facilitate someone else's realisation and treat them so well.
sorry i'm just a better buddie fan than you 🤷♀️
#sami answers#honestly surprised i didn't get one of you sooner but you did not disappoint on the entertainment#really had to reel myself in though with this one or i might have needed a read more#can't wait for tommy and buck to fall in love and fuck nasty on our screen#can't wait for buck to realise he's been in love with eddie the whole time and have to face up to that#911 spoilers#anyway bye anon hope u hate the rest of the season 😘 i'll be enjoying watching buck's beautiful story unfold!!!!
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Someone force me to delete twitter please.
#there’s so much fucking hate on there#so many people want Buck and Eddie to be cheaters????#and the amount of fucking censoring of Tommy’s name what the fuck#and the people actively hating on the actors makes me sick#and there’s people hating on new people in the fandom joining after 704??? like we WANT people to watch the show so it doesn’t get cancelled#god it’s actually appalling and this is the shit people like Lou have to see 😭#you dont have to like bucktommy I LOVE them but you dont have to#but Jesus fuck your behaviour shouldn’t be this#saw someone say it was disgusting that bucktommy has 1000 fics and bucks other relationships have less and henren has less#AS IF BUDDIE A NON CANON SHIP DOESNT HAVE OVER 25K????#YOURE NOT HIGH AND MIGHTy???#like such hypocrisy like it’s ok when it’s your ship#I LOVE BUDDIE but these people are ruining it for me fr#I can like multiple ships#you don’t have to#but don’t be shit#fuck#ok rant over#911 abc#911 fandom#911 spoilers#twitter#purple rambles
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So as a 911 fan does I watched Love Actually last night because i wanted to see why tommy loved this movie so much. Usually im not a big fan of rom coms but hey it couldnt hurt + its my birthday today and i dont have to do anything so i stayed up all night watching it. Anyways 8/10 movie a little cheesy at parts but its nice and i enjoyed it.
Until we got to the scene where the prime minister (played by high grant) meets the us president (sadly played by notorious asshole billy bob fuckin thornton)
Do not ask me how many cuss words i screamed at my tv when this son of a bitch came on
Billy Bob I ever see u again its on sight - everyone from home
Anyways rant over i enjoyed this movie a lot and i get why its tommy’s favorite the writers did not miss. Also i rly rly wanna see a movie date with tommy and buck watching this it would be so cute and it would make up for that date.
#Now for a little context. I am an Arkansan.#Chances are when you ask one of us what we think about mr. Billy Bob Thorton it aint gonna be a pretty response#With my area its even worse#let me put it simply hes a piece of shit and treats his family like shit#i personally know his family#and they dont deserve that#so if i ever see him again ill ring that son of a bitchs neck out#tommy kinard#love actually#911 abc#bucktommy#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#anti billy bob thornton#fuck that guy
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okay more on jackson’s senior center based off this post:
- it started as just miss shirley and her best friend darla wanting to live together and asking maria if she could maybe find a house for them to settle in together instead of living apart
- before this, mama shirley and darla would have to walk five houses each way to see each other for afternoon tea, which just won’t do. mama shirley is 92 and darla is 90 now, and both of them are too old to be have to walking that much everyday, mama shirley tells maria. she quickly and vehemently agrees
- maria has the idea of fixing a house up for jackson’s senior citizens to live in if they’d like to. it takes a lot of unnecessary convincing to get the council to dedicate one of jackson’s best houses to a maximum of five people, but maria gets it done. they pick one of the few houses that are placed in the farther back part of jackson, near the farm and the daycare center, so that it can be far-reaching from the entrance of jackson
- the first people to movie in are shirley and darla, who share a room on the second floor (thanks to tommy replacing the stairs in the house with a reliable ramp with a wall-attached handlebar)
- gary moves in not long after he breaks his left hip while herding the goats. he likes that the house is designed to be wheel-chair access and far away from most people in town. he also likes it because he can be close to darla, who he has feelings for, but nobody knows about that except for tommy and joel
- mr. wilson moves in on maria’s insistence that he’ll get hurt if he continues to live alone and try to do everything himself. his name is harold, but he insists that anyone younger than him calls him mr. wilson on account of maintaining a respectful distance. he’s a grumpy, gruff old asshole that reminds joel more of bill than bill himself, but he’s also known to do anything and everything maria tells him with only a small amount of grumbling. somehow, she convinces him to move in after he accidentally sets his kitchen on fire trying to make himself a pocketknife (which?????? maria still doesn’t have an answer for????? why harold was trying to do that????)
- last but not least is sandra dee, jackson’s oldest and most enigmatic member. nobody really knows where she came from or what her story is: she’s the only one of jackson’s seniors that managed to get to town on her own, arriving to town at 94 about a year after its founding with nothing but a backpack and three handguns. she clamed to be sandra, but they’re not entirely sure if sandra dee is her real name. she hums songs from musicals all the time and has expressed that grease was always her favorite. at least once a month she requests to go hunting with patrol and gets mad when maria tells her no
- senior center tea: shirley and darla have longstanding beef with sandra dee because she always cheats at cards during game night, shirley knows about gary being sweet on darla but is lowkey jealous about it because SHE is sweet on darla, and everyone thinks mr. wilson has a thing for maria but he actually told her in confidence last month that he is actually sweet on gary. mama shirley and mr. wilson can’t STAND each other
- tommy calls the seniors the jackson five. all of them call him thomas. he and joel bring them all basic living supplies at least once a week, but are known to be around there pretty often
tsym for anyone having interest in this pls feel free to add anything u want!!
tagging :))) @clickergossip @nerdieforpedro @mrsmando @callmekittenandyourmajesty @steeb-stn (ty for the idea of putting it next to the daycare!) @thatoneobsessedlinguist-writes
#maria finding out from gary that hes sweet on darla knowing shirley is sweet on darla and harold is sweet on gary: oh FUCK#idk where this is coming from but theyre all so vivid in my mind like#theyd have the best breakfastes over there at the jackson five home#dinas older sister talia works as their main caretaker#shes the only person is jackson all five of them agree is a good egg#she loves them but they drive her nuts#NO gary you cannot bring the stray cats in to sleep in bed with you. because theyre dirty!!!! im not arguing with you about this again!!!!#no mr. wilson miss maria is not coming by today. i don’t know exactly why the council is busy. no i cannot take a letter over there#darla. shirley. are you guys high????? did you steal my weed tea again????????#what do you MEAN you made your own????#its just a whole sitcom#talia and the gang#the tipsy bison#the jackson five#the name makes tagging so convenient#jackson seniors#jackson senior center#maria miller#tommy miller#joel miller
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this just in: james somerton made the roblox oof
#hbomberguy#James Somerton#tommy tallarico#no but really fuck this guy#felt so deeply betrayed since i used to watch a lot of somertons quote on quote work#but now i have lots of new queer writer recs who i will support with all my heart#I LOVE YOU HARRIS
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if you need me I am going to be thinking about this, the flirtiest head tilt I have ever seen, forever. thank u.
#finally succumbing to sleep. i am on a cloud. i love men.#GOD TIER FLIRTING. OLIVER STARK THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE.#[laughs in incandescent joy] that happened!!!!! IT HAPPENEDDDDDD AHAHAHAHA GOD! I LOVE. EVERYONE.#tim being like 'listen buck doesn't realize he's giving signals but BOY IS HE.' yes. [i've been there. oh man]#Tommy's soft little 'probably not on the same day' [GLANCES AT BUCK'S MOUTH] SAME. YEAH.#I AM SO ALIVE#the way this. the way he. oh my god i'm too gay to type. good NIGHT.#911 spoilers#911 abc#IT'S SO GOOD. IT'S ALL SO FUCKING GOOD.#'I COULD TEACH YOU' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#they did me in. i'm in heaven.
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peaceful moments
#not anything i was planning on drawing#but techno art always came to me naturally#i miss him like#every single fucking day#i cannot stop my brain from bringing him up every damn day#i fucking#i miss techno so much#i love drawing him#i loved bedrock bros arc while it lasted#put here my hc of first technos dog they found together becoming tommys service dog#i love drawing them#they are just hanging out#they have eaten hearty stew and they are taking a nap#do you get me#do you fricking get me#have a nice day if you are reading tags <3#technoblade#tommyinnit#bedrock bros#dream smp#dsmp#doggo#phils wings are in the background#hes making some tea#court jester's art#technoblade never dies
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