I was tagged by @wikiangela and @giddyupbuck thank you 🫶🩷
It's been Tuesday for me for exactly 39 minutes but it is Tuesday so let's go kspakapakao. I've been annoying about the parts I've been choosing to post as snippets but you know, fuck it, have a portion of one of the waves of Buck's actual breakdown in the breakdown fic. (I don't have my computer this week and I've been typing away on my phone so this is coming to you with no grammar check sorry kapakaoak also I can't get all the links through the app but if you go to this snippet here every other snippet is linked, you can also check the buck breakdown fic tag on my blog but I ramble a lot in it lol)
Maybe it's crazy. Delusional. Naive. A silly little fantasy that existed in his mind since he was old enough to realize he was growing up in a house where something was missing, since he was old enough to always feel like there was something missing. The idea that whatever he was looking for was somewhere out there
But Eddie settles that feeling. Makes him feel like he doesn't need to search the whole damn continent for something he couldn't even name.
So maybe Eddie was the thing he kept trying to find. Maybe some higher force looked at them both and pulled the strings and played the cards. Led them to a parking lot and exploded ambulances to give Buck the one person he feels like he could never chase away.
Because Eddie always stayed. Through explosions and natural disasters, through Buck's impulsivity, insecurities, bad decisions and all the rest. Through boring days, good days, bad days and worse days.
And it's not like he ever expected Eddie to be what fixes him. He just feels like he's not broken beyond repair when he's around. Like there's hope for him after all.
Because sometimes he wants to stop fighting. Wants to let everything that happened to him pull him under and never come back up for air.
Wants to crack under the weight of parents who resented him for failing to save the son they really wanted, of the brother he never got to meet, of growing up chasing whatever attention he could get to make up for an empty house haunted by a ghost he didn't know was there, of the sleepless nights driving around the country wondering if he would ever feel like he can stop running, of being left behind by everyone he loves, of almost losing the kid he loves more than he thought was possible until he did.
Under the weight of red snow, a truck exploding, blood clots, a giant wave, a lightning strike, a whole bridge collapsing under his feet.
Under the weight of 45 feet of mud, of the taste of blood on his tongue, of the wood of a door cracking under his shoulder.
Because it feels like too much every time he tries to look at any of it too closely.
Imma tag @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck @bucks118 @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buck if they feel like sharing something today 🩷🩷
Fic-to-Art #31: The five winners of Gladiator Brawl
This month's artwork is... maybe not so uplifting :'D Gladiator Brawl was a chaotic event, where Sokka and Toph, the most promising new gladiators, took on the old guard, The Millennium Dragon and Combustion Man, facing them in a very fierce battle. While Toph managed to keep Combustion Man on his toes, he also managed to deal damage, if not too seroius, that burned her even with her agility and defenses... whereas Sokka, driven by desperation, beat up the Millennium Dragon in a display much more violent than anything he had ever done in the Superior League to date.
While the idea by the patrons might have been to make this super epic... I can't really separate this scene from Sokka's anguish upon coming back to himself and realizing what he'd done. It's not only the way he hurt Renzhi, but how he impulsively slices off Combustion Man's prosthetic with his sword... he was basically giving some very strong signs of being A Menace in this arc, and a lot of people (notoriously, Combustion Man) certainly took this as a warning of how dangerous he truly was. Even so, Sokka didn't feel triumphant about what he did... even if this was a catalyst for more character growth for him, in the end.
Anyway! From left to right we have Combustion Man, Twist of Shadow (first time I draw her, she was the fifth winner!), Sokka, Toph and Ruan (the Sentinel Knight). Revisiting these moments of the story is certainly wild when I'm in the middle of writing and posting some MAJOR battles... and this was one of the big challenges, as far as mass battles were concerned, in the first two parts of the story. We've dialed up the action by a lot... but perhaps that's why it's good to return to the story's roots at times, and remember the foundations upon which our newer developments were built...
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I am exhausted and writing for the angsty Boy Chief AU wasn't working so I drew some otwd kiddos from my all time favorite fanfic series by @otwdfanfic
Sometimes I just need to draw them, they have a special place in my heart. At first I was like "oh let's draw Baldur and Eret and Bjorn too" but then my energy ran out so. Maybe another day haha
I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.
We remember how much his ‘look at what they’re doing, what they’re asking you to do,’ monologue slapped, but what Deacon doesn’t get enough credit for is that he’s right about every single faction when he cautions you too.
More tgwcf art!! This time I used @whatsitzface‘s designs for the main cast (except Piper because she’s not trapped with the others in book three, but @whatsitzface‘s design for her is super cute!!)
[ID: A digital drawing of a scene from The Girl Who Fell Out Of The Sky. Ten children of various ages each sit in their own nook carved out of a stone wall. Their expressions range from fear to boredom to irritation. Vines crawl up the walls, threatening to ensnare anyone who tried to escape. / End ID]
I found this very short interview with Taffy from 1958!
The full video is a little bit longer but it's the other people being interviewed beside him, so I cut it down to just his part. If you'd like to watch the full thing, the link is here:
A translation into English under the cut:
Günter Jendrich (interviewer): We've discussed this before often in private conversation, that you've gained a lot of insight and sometimes think, 'how could we organize these things even better? How could we have even bigger and better events? What could still be done from the organizers' side--or from the drivers' side?'
Wolfgang von Trips: So, you spoke of bigger and bigger events--I have to say, actually, that our two main events in Germany, the thousand-kilometre race and the Grand Prix that we have right here [at the Nürburgring], are very much right up there in terms of international races. What we're lacking are primarily the smaller races, the races that train the drivers--the domestic drivers, the drivers who later might be able to, er, in the international...
Günter Jendrich: --be able to advance into the international scene--
Wolfgang von Trips: --advance into the international scene, and also the cars, the domestic cars--I mean, Herr von Hanstein, he's standing beside me, of course he'll tell you that we have Porsche, but maybe there's something missing there, the competition from the other side of it. And maybe it's also the organization, in a certain sense, that doesn't have the spontaneous joy and enthusiasm directly out of the drivers' circles anymore.
Günter Jendrich: Like how we experienced it in Italy, in Trento, with the Italians. Herr Huschke--
[Here I cut it off because Taffy doesn't speak any more after this]