there's just something about music anime that's inherently gay

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by the lovely @bidisasterevankinard, @tizniz, @honestlydarkprincess, @underwaterninja13, @bibuddie

on my bucktommy bullshit and working on a 5+1 about buck being obsessed with tommy's hands (who can blame him). shout out to you anon <3

Someone groans into the kiss, Buck isn’t sure if it’s him or not, the vibrations of the sound rattling in the cage of his ribs. Twisting his hands in Tommy’s shirt, Buck hauls him impossibly closer until there’s no chance of space between them. He’s probably ruining Tommy’s shirt, the soft fabric stretched ruthlessly in his fingers as he holds on for dear life. But then Tommy’s warm hand smoothes up the expanse of Buck’s back and all thoughts of Tommy’s ruined shirt sleeves leak out of his brain like they didn’t even exist in the first place.  Buck isn’t sure what kind of noise he makes when Tommy’s long fingers sink into his hair, he’s sure it’s embarrassing and that Tommy is going to tease him about it later. But Buck can’t hear anything over his thundering pulse. With the way their chests are pressed together, Tommy has to be able to feel the way Buck’s heart is jackhammering against his ribs like it's trying to break free and get closer to the other man.

tags <3

@usersiren, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @maygrantgf, @bisexual-buck

@boykisserbuckley, @underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1

@giddyupbuck, @devirnis, @hoodie-buck, @princessfbi, @homerforsure

@mellaithwen, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @try-set-me-on-fire, @eddiebabygirldiaz

@shyaudacity, and you if you're reading this!! (tumblr please stop being weird about the tags I'm dying)

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the always lovely @wikiangela @cal-daisies-and-briars @devirnis @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks and @diazsdimples. Thank you so much! Very excited for you upcoming works!

THE KANSAS CITY CHIEFS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!! WOOO! So that means, NFL Buck will not be going on a break lol. Also that Taylor and Travis post game PDA. OMG. Anywho, here is a short snippet from NFL Buck in Christopher's POV once again, post lash out. (All previous NFL Buck posts can be found here)

Christopher barely hears the three light taps to his door and the panic that had been a subtle thrum since being sent to his room, sky rockets. The consequences of his earlier outburst we're finally here and he is scared of what is to come. "Hey buddy, can I come in?" Buck's gentle voice takes Christopher completely by surprise. "Buck?" Chris asks for confirmation because he was expecting his dad and Buck is supposed to be at a dinner with some team mates for bonding. Being home early meant Chris's dad called him, which Eddie only did when he is truly upset.

Well, now Christopher felt like an even bigger jerk. "Yea kid its just me." Buck answers. He doesn't sound angry, but then again, he's never gotten angry with Chris. "Safe for me to enter?" Chris hesitates for a moment, trying to figure out if Buck was sent by his dad or if this is the quarterback's own doing. Either way, he would much rather face an over concerned Buck first than his upset father. "Its okay." he finally answers, sitting up on his bed. Buck pushes open the door then shuts it behind him once he's inside the younger Diaz's room. Dressed in jeans, a nice green button up, and the baby yoda socks Chris gifted him for his birthday, Buck makes his way over to the queen sized bed and plops down next to Christopher. Wrapping a muscled arm around his shoulder, Buck pulls Chris to his side in a tight hug. "You up for talking?" the older man asks. Christopher can't help but lean into his warm embrace, but is scared to meet his gaze, "Did dad send you?" Buck squeezes him tighter, "Yes and no. He called me and I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad or anything, but he was upset and asked for back up. Gave me the gist of what went down and I told him I would talk to you. Thought you could use a sounding board and a little more time and space from your dad."

Don't worry. Eddie and Chris will be talking too. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @aroeddiediaz @giddyupbuck @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @bekkachaos @eddiescowboy @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @transboybuckley

Tagged by @bigfootsmom in tidbit tuesday! Continuing on your Tommy’s shirt theme…

Buck looks up and here all of a sudden is Tommy Kinard. He looks broader, somehow, which doesn’t really make sense because the last and only time Buck saw him he was wearing a big formless piloting suit. He looked like a damn brick wall. Now he looks like a brick wall in short sleeve button down that’s buttoned pretty far down, several surprising inches of hairy chest on display. Buck’s eyes stick there for a moment — could he pull that look off? It’s a little 70s, he’s not sure — and when they find Tommy’s grin they almost flee right back down again. It’s sharp, maybe teasing, and happy to see him in a way that makes Buck’s stomach flip flop.

“Oh, uh- Hi, Tommy. Or- uh- Kinard?” A first name feels strangely informal, but the surname doesn’t roll off his tongue with the same jockish camaraderie as Buckley had for Tommy.

It just makes Tommy’s smile more eye-crinkly, though. “Tommy’s fine.” He smacks his hand flat on the counter. “Never seen you in here before. This is harbor territory.” He nods behind him, towards a group of firefighter-types hanging out in a crowd.

“Oh- Uh, sorry.” He knows some houses really actually care about shit like that. He and Eddie went to a bar near the 122 once and didn’t exactly get chased out but the vibes were definitely… unwelcoming.

“Teasing, Buckley,” Tommy reassures, noticing his nerves. Buck relaxes a little, though his stomach flip-flops again at the tone of voice, crinkly smile combo.

I hear tags are being weird but @rogerzsteven @daffi-990 @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @wildlife4life @chronicowboy if ya got anything to share (it’s kind of late so you can take this as a wip Wednesday tag instead!)

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz <3

Getting in early (for me) with proof that I AM working on the asthma attack fic and it is taking shape!

“This warehouse is a fucking deathtrap,” Eddie gripes. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and rolls off of Buck. “Sorry for landing on you.” “Better than –” Buck coughs, tries to laugh it off, but it’s hard to get a good breath in. Eddie must have knocked the wind out of him when he pushed him to the ground. “Better than getting – crushed.” Eddie’s brows furrow as he scrutinizes him. “You good, Buck?” Buck coughs again as he sits up. “Ye-yeah, I’m f– I’m –” Fine is on the tip of his tongue but what ends up coming out is a series of explosive coughs. It feels like there’s a vice around his chest that’s slowly tightening, and the coughing certainly isn’t helping him suck in the air he desperately needs. What the hell is happening to him?

tagging @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @try-set-me-on-fire @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @colonoscopys @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @exhuastedpigeon @lemonzestywrites @sunshinediaz @rainbow-nerdss @underwater-ninja-13 @father-salmon @daffi-990 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @watchyourbuck <3

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Should I be working on Gravedigger? Or the Angsty McSadface sequel/Eddie POV?

Yes.

Enjoy this instead!

"I need you to kiss me."

Eddie paused, placed the knife (carefully) next to the chopping board, and turned to reply to Buck in what he hoped was a calm voice. "I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

Okay, so maybe calm was a bit of a stretch.

To Buck's credit, he didn't back down. If anything, he looked even more mulish, arms crossed tightly and teeth digging into his lip so hard Eddie nearly winced in sympathy at the pain he must be feeling.

"I need you to kiss me."

Eddie took a breath. "Okay," he said, leaning back against the sink and mirroring Buck by crossing his arms. "Hearing that a second time didn't make it any clearer, so I'm gonna need you to explain it for me a bit more, Buck."

No pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @elgascreamslikehell

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Should I share this much of this fic?? Probably not. Am I going to anyway?? Absolutely. Have some jealous!Tommy fic. Previous installments here, here, and here.

It’s much later in the evening, as things are winding down, that Tommy notices it. Sees Eddie from the corner of his eye as he wanders up behind Buck, two bottles in hand that don't quite match the others floating around. 

It's not surprising. He'd expected it from the moment he'd realized Buck had brought a six pack special for Eddie.

But what does take him by surprise is the way Eddie slips the bottle into Buck's hand without a word, Buck accepting it easily with that bashful little grin that Tommy had once thought belonged to him. In fact, Tommy thinks, maybe it's always belonged to Eddie, and he was only ever borrowing affection.

Buck doesn't look up at Eddie, doesn't seek his eyes, but he immediately tips the bottle to his lips, and his features settle into a sweet, open softness Tommy envies Eddie's ability to call forth. 

Eddie doesn't leave Buck's side, either. Stands close behind him and lets his free hand fall to Buck's shoulder. Works his fingers into the muscle there in a way that makes Buck's eyelashes flutter. Tommy holds his breath, eyes unblinking as he stares at them in the near dark, only the glow from the dim yellow yard lights brightening their features. After a moment, Eddie leans down to whisper something to Buck, his words quiet and private, and he's so close Tommy’s not sure his lips don't brush the shell of Buck's ear. Buck huffs a laugh at whatever Eddie's said, eyes brightening and lips stretching up into a happy smile as he turns his head to Eddie, who hasn't moved an inch, and for a moment, Tommy thinks they're going to kiss. Thinks that Buck might actually close that breath of space between them when his gaze flutters down to Eddie's lips and his laugh dies in his throat. 

There's a flash of fierce jealousy that gets all wrapped up in anger in his chest then. Because some part of him screams that Buck has to know. That Eddie has to know. That the two of them are intentionally deceiving him—that he's being used as some cheap thrill for these men who are so clearly wrapped up in one another that no one else could ever come close.

But he knows that’s not fair to them—that both of them are honest, if maybe a little clueless, and neither would actively seek to hurt him or one another.

So in the end, he tamps down the jealousy rolling in his gut and reaches out to take Buck's hand when he offers it, even if it is a stretch at the distance they're sitting, and he lets it go, he lets it go, he lets it go. 

Even as he watches Eddie step around the other side of Buck and tuck his own chair so close that when he sits their knees knock and their shoulders brush.

Tagging (if you want!) @messyhairdiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @daffi-990 @eddiebabygirldiaz @reachingforaspark and anyone else who wants to participate.

WIP Tag Game!

If you’re tagged, make a new post (don’t reblog this one) and share 1-2 sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context— Let your followers guess via ask or reply!

@thescholarlystrumpet and @adverbian, thank you for the tag, my beloveds!

WIP 1: 🌌🐝

“I told you, I’m fine,” Crowley’s voice is muffled underneath the oxygen mask affixed to his face. Aziraphale can’t hide the smile that stretches across his face. Lieutenant Crowley’s patented sneer is a balm on his nerves.

Aziraphale looks past the diagnostics on the transparent touchscreen that separates them and watches Crowley instead, his form bathed in a purplish hue from the screen.

WIP 2: 📚🚸

“You don’t need to hide the beer, son.” Daniel grinned as he slid open the glass door. “I’m still getting used to the legal drinking age here, but it’s fine. I’d rather you boys drink here than somewhere else.”

It was entirely unsurprising that Gabriel’s father was the Cool Dad.

WIP 3: 🥂😏

“You’re all bark and no bite, Dr. Crowley. You know as well as I that you’ll be donating something this evening.”

“Pfft, yeah, donating. Not whatever the fuck this pretentious bullshit is.” Crowley waved his hand in the general direction of the room.

Tagging: @ineffable-rohese, @gaiaseyes451, @the-literal-kj, @mrscakeishere, @polychromicron-persei-8, @gingiekittycat and viewers like YOU!

Thank you @rereadanon & @energievie for thinking of me, and @celestialmickey for creating the game!

🌈 Macy's Tag Game Tuesday! 🌈

Name: Michelle (Mys)

Age: 38

Where in the world are you: London, UK

The meaning behind your URL: When I got into early 2000 British Indie music everyone in a - not yet famous but oh so close to making it!! - band had a real first name and a last name consisting of part of their band name (Zac Needs of Special Needs for example) and everyone who was band adjacent went by a first name and a (often, but not always, alliterative) made up last name (Dave Danger, Zosha Bangles, Sophie Thunder, Laura Love, and so on…) hence Michelle Misfit. Which also fit into all the art I was doing at the time (for pay and not) and the dreams of opening a little shop in Camden on day, all of which came under Misfit Design. So the name is 20+ years old, but also Bradley James knows that that’s my username and has said it live on air (with no prompting what so ever!!) so I can never ever change it now! Hahaha

Your second favourite colour: Maroon

Any pets: Two cats, Wiggins & Howard - you can read all about them here. And also a farm full of livestock.

Favourite Season: Autumn. I work outdoors 70% of the time, so really really hot and really really cold are EVIL.

Last Thing you Read: I’ve just started the latest chapter of Dead Meet by @look-i-love-u & @energievie. Love love love.

Last Song you Listened to:

What are you wearing right now: erm… some strategically placed bubbles… 🛁

A hobby of yours: Fandom. Archery. Drawing.

Your comfort show and movie: I rotate, mostly because streaming services suck and randomly remove stuff I need to keep me happy, and appliances with DVD players are harder and harder to come by! But the list includes Buffy, Black Books, The Good Place, Parks & Rec, BBC Merlin (S1-S3), Queer Eye, Community, Taylor Tomlinson’s Netflix Specials, Middleditch & Schwartz,Great British Bake Off, and basically every other competitive baking show that exists… I don’t have a comfort movie, really, but Ruth’s comfort movie is Still Crazy, so it’s kind of become mine, too

And finally, what are you up to today? Recovering from seeing Death Cab for Cutie @ The Roundhouse last night, and getting ready to dress up and see Death Cab for Cutie @ The Royal Albert Hall tonight. Life is good right now!!!

🌈 I’m tagging @look-i-love-u, @deedala, @sufferwell1013, @thefairytail, @auds-and-evens, @heymrspatel, @gallawitchxx, @creepkinginc, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @sweetbee78, @lingy910y, @spaceofentropy, @callivich, @orca122, @francesrose3, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, and @gallavichgeek

please accept my blurry banner. my laptop is being weird today and i can’t be bothered to fix

thanks for the tease tuesday/last line/out of context tags @lemonlyman-dotcom and @ladytessa74!

TK started to blush as he took a bite of his buttered sourdough toast.

no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @zitasempri @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl

@heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @vineofroses @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe

@fallout-mars @strandnreyes @nancygillianmvp @alrightbuckaroo @sugdenlovesdingle

@your-catfish-friend @paperstorm @mikibwrites @jeysbvck and open tag! 🧡

hey hope all is well, you have any idea when will the heat sick Buck fic will be out?

hi anon! thanks for showing interest in heat sick buck! unfortunately because of who I am as a person and my stupidly busy life I have no idea when this wip will be finished :( but here is a snippet for tidbit tuesday!

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @disasterbuckdiaz, @devirnis, @loserdiaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @wildlife4life <3 <3 <3

Buck clings to Eddie like he’s drowning, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s chest and pulling him down. It’s hard to fight him, and Eddie doesn’t really want to, allowing himself to be pulled close to the burning heat of Buck. There’s no response from Buck, just a low throaty moan as he mouths at Eddie’s chest through the fabric of his t-shirt, leaving behind scorching hot imprints of his lips on Eddie’s skin. He doesn’t stop there, working his way up to Eddie’s collarbone, up to his throat— lips and teeth surely working marks into his skin.  “Want you— Eddie, please—" Buck whines between sucking kisses over Eddie’s pulse point. “Please, please— alpha, need you.”  It sets Eddie’s blood on fire as his brain briefly short-circuits.

tagging @usersiren, @morganofthefairies, @honestlydarkprincess, @swiftietartt, @maygrantgf, @princessfbi, @mellaithwen, @homerforsure, @housewifebuck, @paranoidbean, @miserykites, @shortsighted-owl, and anyone else who would like to post something!

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the super duper @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz @wikiangela @bidisasterbuckdiaz and @daffi-990 Thank you all so much!

Ya'll I have officially hit 500 followers here on tumblr and to celebrate that, I have started a new wip that I am going to work very hard to get out in the next few days. I've made very good progress so far and I am so excited for this idea, but I'm not going to give too much away. I will though, share this smidge and let ya'll take a guess. (Only @daffi-990 knows entirely and she is keeping my secret) Enjoy!

Eddie makes a few rules in finding a date. The first being, no one from a call. He’s personally experienced and seen how disastrous going out with someone they saved can be. Second, keep Christopher in the loop.  One broken salad bowl and a run-away kid in an Uber to ****** house was a harsh lesson that Eddie will never forget. And third…keep his options fluid. Frank and him worked too damn hard over his sexuality crisis and eventual queer acceptance for Eddie to ignore his attraction to those that weren’t women.

Hmm... and Eddie dating fic with fluidity, yet where am I taking it? And yes this is a buddie fic, but in what capacity you ask? Hehe. Just have to wait and see.

Thank you to every one of my 500 followers. I am completely blown away and just really baffled honestly, but in a good way! Hugs for all of you!

Tagging (no pressure): @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @rainbow-nerdss @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @bi-buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @bibuckbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @bigfootsmom @911onabc @911-on-abc @smilingbuckley @neverevan

@wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @rewritetheending @lover-of-mine @devirnis and @malewifediaz all tagged me for tidbit tuesday, saw this post and started writing (nervously looking straight ahead and not making eye contact with the ravenous pile of wips foaming at the mouth in my periphery).

“Buck,” Eddie says, in the annoyed voice he uses when Buck is trying to get him to eat yogurt with his fruit in the morning. “It’s fine. It’s fine. I knew you’d- why- stop it. Listen. I feel like this all the time. It’s stupid that I’ve never, like, I never just say this all the time. You’re, like-“

Eddie cuts himself off and Buck waits, sort of fearfully, for him to continue, but the silence keeps stretching on. Buck knows the other side effect of this level on the Eddie Diaz Drunkenness Scale is heightened distractibility, so he probably noticed a nice color or perhaps a bug. They spent a good twenty minutes hanging out with a grasshopper at Hen and Karen’s wedding towards the end of the night, because it was a lovely shade of green and a funny little guy. Oh god, Buck thinks again. I love this man. I love this man a ridiculous amount and we should absolutely wait to talk about it.

But: “You’re tall and you’re in my house,” Eddie says before Buck can do anything to stop him.

“I’m-“ Buck glances around the loft. “Eds, I’m at my place.”

“What?” He sounds so indignant that Buck has to cover his mouth to hold a laugh in. “Why?”

“‘Cause I live here?”

“That’s stupid. You should live with me in my house.”

“Should I?” Buck asks, laugh escaping a little bit. “Also, wait, what does me being tall have to do with it?”

Eddie sighs, long and exasperated. “If you live with me you never have to go home and leave me because you’re already at my house. Your house. If you live with me you never have to go anywhere.”

“Never have to go anywhere?” Buck thinks he’s in shock, maybe, about all of this, but teasing Eddie is something that’s always easy to fall into. “I don’t have a job in this scenario?”

“Well you’d go to work. And other places. But you just come back to me all the time.”

Tagging @jeeyuns @homerforsure @buckactuallys @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @daffi-990

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie 💋

Little tease from another prompt fill I started yesterday for an anon & the "seeking out physical affection" prompts. Almost done this one so hopefully it'll be up by the weekend :)

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Buck asks quietly. Eddie mumbles something unintelligible through a yawn. Buck chuckles. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Eddie shoots him a glare but there’s no heat behind it. He wanders over to the far end of the couch and Buck moves his feet out of the way so Eddie can sit down. “Woke up and you were gone,” Eddie murmurs, pulling Buck’s feet into his lap. 

if you wanna @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @try-set-me-on-fire @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @underwater-ninja-13 @thewolvesof1998 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @tizniz 💜

Last Line Challenge!

Rules - In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like.)

thank u @eybefioro for the tag!!

last thing i drew was the thing i posted yesterday so this is the last line i wrote... from tht of course

But he doesn't confront Aziraphale; it always ends the same way. He turns and flees.

this finale is going to be Something Else i'm like putting off finishing it lol help

no idea who has already been tagged lol all hail writer mutuals (no pressure!!): @crowleyslvt @lazulibundtcake @midnights-dragon @knifeforkspooncup @seven-stars-in-his-palm

Tidbit Tuesday

@thelordofgifs, @thescrapwitch and @grey-gazania tagged me to share a snippet of WIP last week, but I was deep in editing and forgot so you're getting it now :-)

“Nothing,” said Maglor, as quickly as a child who knows he is in trouble – but Maedhros was quicker. He reached across Maglor and fished the glasses out of his pocket: the arm was at a very strange angle, hanging on by a few pieces of sticky-tape.  “Nelyo! It is most impolite to take things out of other people’s pockets–” “Save the dramatics.” Maedhros poked at the broken arm, making it wobble dangerously. The sticky-tape was already peeling away. “Is this your attempt at a repair? The twins could do better.” “I was in a hurry!” snapped Maglor, snatching the glasses back. At this last carelessness the sticky-tape gave up entirely; there was a crack, and the wobbly arm was left in Maedhros’ hand.  “Oh dear,” said Maglor, rather helplessly.  Sometimes, I had learned, Maedhros wanted to laugh and would not let himself because he knew it would hurt. This was one of those times. He made an odd little huffing noise and set the glasses-arm down on the table, leaning his head on his folded arms.  “I’m glad I’ve amused you,” said Maglor frostily. He peered at the glasses – now armless – in his hand. “I think I must have left them in my pocket when I went to bed; I must have rolled over and squashed them… ah, it could be worse.”

Tagging @echo-bleu and @that-angry-noldo if you want to join in!