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bibuddie · 17 days
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this is gonna be the new where were you when buck is in the room dropped like where were you when canon bi buck dropped?
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dreamings-free · 1 year
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harryhandstan · 2 years
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I’ve given up on ever trying to get a good night of sleep again
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ricco4 · 1 year
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Nothing like almost having fully drifted off to sleep only to feel something tickling your hairline and reach back to grab a flipping bug like wtf
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adriancatrin · 7 months
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was about to fall sleep and then this came to me
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strawberrybyers · 2 months
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🚨 WE FINALLY GOT A PIC OF WILL BYERS 🚨 AND!!! HE STILL HAS THE BOWLCUT!!! WHO NEVER LOSES??? ME
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daffi-990 · 4 months
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Fuck it Friday & Inspiration Saturday
it’s Saturday for me so I’m smooshing the two together.
Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @spotsandsocks @callmenewbie -> tagging you all right back for inspiration Saturday 😘
Okay so I’m back from holidays and the writing beans did visit me (yay!) … but did they visit for any of my current wips? Haha of course not 🤪. Being near the beach inspired a new buddie wip that is going to be part of a series called Daylight, inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. I already have some stuff written for two more fics in the series too haha.
Here’s a moodboard for the series and a little snippet from the first fic, I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake).
Quick summary -> musician Buck is tired of the fame, fortune and loneliness of a life that doesn’t even feel like his own, so he packs his bags and runs away and ends up in the small beachside town of Hartlan Shore where he may just find everything he’s been longing for.
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“What are you playing?”
Buck’s fingers pause in their strumming, his left hand sliding along the neck of the guitar as he abandons the chords he was playing. He opens his eyes to find a kid, no more than 8 years old with curly brown hair and wide inquisitive blue eyes framed by red rimmed glasses standing before him.
Buck squints his eyes against the morning sun. “Uh, nothing really, just playing random chords hoping it’ll turn into something.”
The kid moves on shaky legs to drop down in the sand on Buck’s right hand side. “I want to learn to play the guitar, but my Dad says no one in town is offering lessons.”
Buck frowns in sympathy for the kid. He remembers being a kid in Hershey and begging his parents for guitar lessons. He still doesn’t know why they turned him down at first, leaving him to seek out lessons from the school music teacher, Mr Glover, every Thursday at recess. It wasn’t until Mr Glover flagged his parents down at the one parent teacher night they actually managed to attend, using the magic words natural talent for the guitar and great potential with the right vocal training, that they agreed to get him not only private guitar lessons, but singing lessons too. Mr Glover had been more than happy to keep their lessons up, but Phillip and Margret Buckley didn’t think a mere school music teacher was good enough to teach their son, not if he was going to become somebody. Buck hadn’t cared who taught him, he’d just wanted to learn, just like this kid seems to.
“Would you like to learn a couple of chords now?” Buck asks.
The kid’s face lights up, a wide smile stretching across his face as he nods his head eagerly. Buck feels himself melt a little at how adorable this kid is.
“First things first.” Buck lays his guitar over his lap and extends his hand out to the kid. “I’m Buck.”
The kid looks at his hand for a moment, long enough that Buck is starting to wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what a handshake is, but then a small hand slips into his. “I’m Christopher.”
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violetthekiller · 1 year
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Welcome to an unwarranted, unprofessional and unofficial body language analysis of one of my fave TZ photos…The Ballon d’Or couples shot
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The first thing about this photo is obviously the hand placement. Zs on his shoulder and lapel and Toms so effortlessly on her back
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Then we’ve got their facial expressions and smiles. The definition of The Look of Love and about to risk it all for you
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But the final thing, which gets me the most, Is Zs lean into him. Her entire body is pressed against T yet she’s leaning back slightly so they can still look at each other.
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Everything about it screams were so in love and smitten with each other. I just love this picture, it’s so damn cute 🥰
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- Workday starts at 6 am
- Got home from work went straight to bed with a migraine
- Woken up by sunlight filtering through my (east-facing) window
- Look at clock
- 6:30ish
- PANIC
- Jump up, start texting coworker.Oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot. I’m still on probation I’m going to get fired and then I’ll be homeless and get shanked over a
- 6:30ish PM.
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iamf0rtis · 4 months
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me, half asleep and listening to my sleep playlist: i cant tell if this is glass chalet or oh distant you
the music: …from the glass chalet~
me: oh. that answers my question then
the music: but i still wouldnt glance, cause the thought of someone further-
me: wait what
the music: oh distant you. oh gorgeous you. oh, you.
*song ends*
me: …what the actual FUCK just happened
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elliesbelle · 5 months
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alright. y’all just might get chapter 12 of ncty tomorrow.
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purrfectlycontent · 11 months
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when i realized that akutagawa only asked him this because he wanted to figure out why atsushi was fighting so he could also find a reason to fight… OTL
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tragedykery · 7 months
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things that would, if not fix me, at least improve my current situation somewhat: being knocked out by a comically large rubber mallet
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behind-thebrowneyes · 12 days
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My poor bed, pillow, and his face 😈🤭
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chenfordspiral · 1 month
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You know you’re having a good conversation when it’s just a constant back and forth of voice notes where neither one of you can contain their laughter.
@escapismqueen we’re normal, right?
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daffi-990 · 4 months
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I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake) | 5.4K | Completed | Part One of the Daylight Series | Read on AO3
cover art by @daffi-990
“LA? What brings you all the way to Hartlan Shore?” Something must flicker across Buck’s face, too fast for him to catch and control, that has May wincing as she apologises. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
“No, it’s-it’s okay.” Buck reassures her, not wanting her to feel bad for voicing her curiosity. “I just needed a change. Felt like-like I was suffocating there and this place, I watched the sunrise and-and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.”
Sympathy and understanding are present on May’s face, but not pity, which Buck is thankful for. He doesn’t want anyone’s pity, doesn’t need it. He was the one who walked down the path that led him to a life that seemed to take more than give.
“Well I’m glad you found your way here.”
Me too, Buck thinks
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Buck is tired of the fame, fortune and loneliness of a life that doesn’t even feel like his own, so he packs his bags and runs away, ending up in the small beachside town of Hartlan Shore where he decides to begin his life anew.
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