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I have no idea
So i wrote a buddie one shot. What did I just write?
At 9 pm on a Tuesday Edmundo Diaz walked over to his husband and asked him “What do you mean you're straight?”
6 months earlier
It had been a grueling shift: several deaths and a five-alarm. Buck was convinced someone had said the Q-word (Likely the new transfer who’s been giving him the stink eye) and Buck just wanted a nap. He’d gotten stuck in a housefire in the last call and it had been a terrifying few minutes. Buck just wanted to sleep.
Eddie Diaz had other plans. The second Buck got to the locker room he had him up against a wall, Eddie’s mouth on Buck’s. Buck didn’t even have time to process that Eddie was a guy, his best friend, or the father of the kid he loved more than anything. All he could process was Eddie was kissing him and he had to kiss him back.
This went on for several minutes, the men only pulling apart for air. Until eventually the alarm rang with another call and they were needed back out there.
They ended up just never discussing it. Somehow it never came up. Which was strange considering the make-outs continued and Buck still considered himself straight (he hasn’t really thought about it). It wasn’t just makeouts though. It was breakfasts, family dinners, and dates, and spending nights at the other person’s place.
But it never came up. They were both in agreement they liked whatever was going on so it didn’t need to… Maybe they should’ve been tipped off when Buck let the lease go on his loft and moved in with Eddie. Or when Eddie bought a ring.
It wasn’t until months after their small courthouse wedding (with Christopher as a witness) that it even came up.
Some new guy at 118 had noticed Eddie and Buck being EddieandBuck and had worked up the courage to ask Buck how he knew he was gay. That’s when things got weird.
“Hey, how did you know you were Queer?” The new guy asked Buck one evening
Buck blinked “I’m- I don’t think that label applies to me. Sorry. Uh ask Hen”
So he did he went over and he asked Hen. and he apologized for getting it wrong. And one thing led to another and word spread to Eddie.
So that’s why at 9 pm on a Tuesday Edmundo Diaz walked over to his husband and asked him “What do you mean you're straight?”
All eyes in the room turned to Buck and Eddie.
Buck blinked very confusedly for the second time that day “Um cause I am? I’ve never thought about it. Why does it matter?”
Eddie stared at him “Who are you married to?”
“You? How does that apply- HOLY FUCK”
Several people gasped. Money traded hands.
Eddie sighed “Are you telling me it never occurred to you that you married a man?”
“Uh, um.. no? “ Buck thought for a moment “Did we ever even like discuss that we were dating?”
Eddie sighed “I asked you out after our first kiss remember?”
“Yeah but I thought that was just a friends thing” Buck replied
Eddie groaned “Let me guess you thought getting married was a friend thing too?”
Buck blinked again “Um maybe. I thought it was an us thing”
Eddie sighed “No mi amor it’s not” he patted his husband on the head
It was then that Hen of all people decided to speak up “Let me get this straight. You guys are married but Buck just realized you're together and that Eddie’s a man”
Buck shrugged “Pretty much”
Hen sighed “Nobody betted that. The money goes to charity again “
Even after that conversation Buck never once thought about his sexuality (To this day Eddie still has to tell him he’s not straight). Why would he need to? He had Eddie and that’s all that matters.
#fanfic#911 buddie#buddie#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#eddie diaz#911 eddie#911 evan buckley#what just happened#what did i write#what the fuck#what is this
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NEVER shut up about Mia Fey/lh
!! Every almost Christmas Mia Fey will be haunting my dash. Like, Mia Fey is one of those characters that get killed to jump start the narrative but it didn't stop her to get such depth and interesting background that ahain, no pun intended, haunts the marrative.
It's hard for me to complain with her getting killed early because while I do love seeing more of her, she's done perfectly well!! She's part of the backbone of the narrative. I'm actually happy with how she is.
Phoenix Wright, in no shape or form is biologically related to the Feys but is the mirror of his mentor, an extention to her life from the mannerisms and continuing/finishing her life's mission. (Not only by solving the case of the Fey's but also filling in the eldest sibling support that Mia left behind!!)
ALSO HER DYING BEFORE HER BELOVED EVEN WOKE UP RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH She died not only solving the Fey case but also no being able to witness Diego wake up but she was fine with it because her trusted student is right there.
Mia Fey, upon the disappearance of her mother, wakes to the world wherr she has to fill in her space, but she couldn't stay because that would mean she would have to fight her sister for a responsibility she never wanted anyway (Mia enthusiasts would probably gut me for this because I know it's not explicitly said but I think Mia has conflicted feelings towards Kurain as a whole) and went out to the world to find out what happened to their mother because why isn't anyone more concerned about this? There's got to be more. So she became a lawyer, this is not what she was taught growing up but it feels right.
Mia Fey and Kurain.. I feel like she has conflicted about Kurain. On one hand that's her family, her memories of Ma and sister... she loves her ma and sister so by extention there's her love for Kurain but I think she also doesn't approve of the culture around it? Or atleast it doesn't feel like it's for her but she will support her sister from a distance either way.
#Saw this in the drafts#Literally the it's almost chrustmas doesnt mean it was christmas spirit crashed on me#What did i write#Sorry for Mia fey fans and to anon this is incomprehensible#mia fey#Anon ask#ramblings
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Cherry pop
The sweet taste rolls along my tongue
So pink and velvety, sweetness lingering
The red, soft tip gets dragged along
It leaks out, sliding down my throat, tingling
So innocent and precious, all fruit is
What it symbolizes means a lot to me
I appreciate you and love your rizz
Your beautiful flower drenched in a lustful sea
The skin of the fruit is soft, tempting
The bite of a forbidden fruit lures me in
The serpents arrive, you must be accepting
Lick, bite, suck, do it all with gothic sin
But not an apple, as a cherry to pop is sweet
You gave it all to me, so I shall give you a treat
#poetic#gothic poetry#poetry#love#lust#love poetry#lust poetry#cherry#virginity metaphor#what did i write#hornyyy#relationship
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Everyone who is waiting for the next chapter of The Wings Of An Enigmatic I apologize for such delay but I will be releasing it on Sunday morning.
Currently suffering some health issues. But it is minor, nothing serious! But in the meantime, here is a little teaser of chapter 4. @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @bendystrah @isaac-not-isaac @phantomraeken @mmoosen read it at your suspense and risk😏😏😏
Chapter 4 Teaser
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His eyes travel from left to right at the transparent scenery in front of him despite the nighttime sky. This is a premonition he has never foreseen. Before him was students running for their lives heading inside the school as a large blue eyed beast hunts and slaughters a school bus of students in the parking lot. A teenager with their lacrosse gear on and the number 9 on them, charging across the lacrosse field towards the Beast of Gevaudan, with his golden beta eyes and claws.
He hears a seemingly older Stiles who's hair is grown out and is also in his lacrosse gear shout to the beta but Seraph is unable to hear anything as Stiles voice sounds like it was underwater. But the enigmatic’s eyes widen as he sees the young beta leap in the air with his claws just as the monstrous beast leaps as well with it's vile blue eyes and teeth while heading towards the lacrosse player. Then the scenery changes.
Seraph now stands in a transparent hue of the Beacon Hills High hallway, as numerous students run and yell, pushing each other in panic to hide in a classroom. Just as he runs through the panicked bodies to investigate while the auras of fear and fright sicken him despite not feeling any physical movement nor can they see him, a figure is propelled through a wall by the Beast before it leaps away and to Seraph's bewilderment the figure who was thrown was Scott, or rather a seemingly older Scott with a bloodied head. Seraph decides to sprint after the Beast even though the premonition only allows him to see the events laid before him to foresee.
The premonition subsequently changes to the library and he observes anticipatively, seeing familiar faces of students escape the dilapidated library or hide behind bookshelves while it is being attacked. He sees a boy, human with brownish hair and blue eyes skittishly hiding behind a bookshelf with a few other students. Seraph couldn't believe what he was foreseeing in his vision, the Beast of Gevaudan is causing destruction and chaos in it's wake while exposing the supernatural to the human population. Le Béte lands behind his transparent form and roars, just as a louder roar pierces from Scott. Seraph glances at the teen but a flabbergasted expression is aimed at the older Scott, who instead of golden eyes belonging to a beta, it's blood red eyes that belong to an alpha while Scott's fangs and claws bare threateningly at the Beast. Seraph can only spectate in discomfort and bated breath as the two beings clash, wincing at Scott being thrown and beaten like a ragdoll, all while the enigmatic teen is in stupor and his mind is racing at how did the Beast resurrect, what is this vision trying to warn him of and how is this Scott in his premonition an alpha? How did the Beast's name trigger him to have such a catastrophic premonition when Allison was only introducing it to Lydia just mere moments ago?
Amid the intense siege, he feels and sees the very same young teen from the field, run towards the Beast through Seraph’s translucent body and struck it's claws inside Le Béte's back just as Scott strikes his claws at the torso. The sound of a shotgun and fire of gunpowder changes the vision and scenery.
He is now placed in another transparent and precognitive scenery of what appears to be a industrial warehouse or some sort, but what's in front of him is worse than the structure. The Beast was directly in front of him, menacingly heading towards him or rather, where Le Béte has it's sights on. The erratic beating of his heart and his constricted breathing only infuriates his lungs and headache. Seraph turns around to look behind him and to his astonishment he witnesses Scott in his werewolf form, the same young beta on the ground beside a rusted wall, subsequently Lydia who is standing with a determined expression and bandaged neck, and finally a girl with Asian features, black hair and orange eyes wielding a katana. Seraph’s ears pick up the sound of lungs inhaling a large breathe.
That's when Lydia let's out a powerful wail, unable to hear what she was screaming out while echoing the entire vicinity. Seraph clutches his ears in agony because of the mind boggling frequency she is unleashing while simultaneously the Beast behind him dissipates and thick black smoke fogs around him, succumbing him to the darkness.
Seraph...
Seraph...
"Seraph!"
Suddenly, the enigmatic icy teenager opens his eyes and he is back in the cafeteria as his heart is thundering loudly in his ears. He comes face to face with a concerned Danny, who was the voice calling after him in the crowded lunchroom. He was no longer in his horrifying premonition.
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So...what did you guys see? Or rather, what did Seraph see in his premonition😏😏? And...what characters did Seraph see in his vision? You will just have to wait in suspense and suffer.
Chapter 4 will be posted this Sunday.
#teen wolf#teen wolf oc#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf canon au#scott mcall#lydia martin#stiles stilinski#kira yukimura#liam dunbar#allison argent#danny mahealani#beast of gevaudan#the wings of an enigmatic series#oh dear#what have i done#what did i write#you will have to wait#teaser
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Armand, an advice for you:
I know you’re chugging down millions of bottles of honey each day just because it seems fun and because you can’t get diabetes. But, seriously, don’t do that. You’re going to run out of honey soon and then Daniel will have to whip your ass again…
Sincerely,
hiidkwhatimdoing
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Don't Touch My Heart
Nate's always felt that there was something wrong with the way the NHL handled its feline population of goalies. In particular: the auction. But, it's not until Nate stumbles upon a silent, lonely backup chained to a table that he actually does something about it.
Relationship:
Nathan MacKinnon/Alexandar Georgiev
Characters:
Nathan MacKinnon, Alexandar Georgiev, Joe Sakic, Cale Makar, Pavel Francouz, Mikko Rantanen, Gabriel Landeskog
Additional Tags:
Goalies, Goalie Nesting (Hockey RPF), Cat/Human Hybrids, Catboys & Catgirls, Angst
#yo new fic#I have no idea what this is#What did i write#hrpf#hockey rpf#alexandar georgiev#nathan mackinnon#avs#colorado avalanche#avs fic#goalies#nordalanche.fic
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[entering tumblr...]
....why do i hear jingling?
oh god. oh god, they're...
[it's a large white room filled to the brim, ballroom esque but an even tighter fit, with jesters. the colors are unbearable, and the jingling sounds like ten thousand christmases. and not in the good way]
what have i gotten myself into...oh, excuse me? is that a hat? for me?
[they are handed a jester hat by a shriveled old man, bells on the ends of what used to, design wise, be donkey ears, and for a moment they are terrified. but, they find themself slowly becoming more and more...eccentric with every second, the urge to put on the devilish hat overwhelming them.]
hehe. hEH. HHEAHHEHAHAAHEHAHHEHAHEH
[they joined the room of jesters, doomed to dance and joke forever.]
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.
RIP decency indeed.
#Archive of our Own#Ao3#Ao3 Comments#Writing#Fanfiction#Fanfic Writing#I wrote over 100k on that fic before burnout took hold#I poured my heart into what I did manage to finish#adhd’s a bitch that doesn’t always let me write what I want to write but I got that far#don’t make me feel ashamed because you didn’t get to see the ending
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i love ignoring all the rules when it comes to relationships because i hate rules in general ❤️ fuck like animals. i dont care. i feel intense obsession and i feel it for friends and i cant tell it its romantic or not (never been able to tell) so im rambling about how crazy i am for some of my friends and i hope someone will be crazy for me yipppeee!!yipppay! DO WHATEVERR YIPEEE
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.
If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.
Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.
In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.
On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.
Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.
It’s plastic. It’s fake.
Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.
Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”
[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]
[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]
#Danny can’t help being creepy it’s just the way he’s built!!#I like to think Lancer did these things for Danny when he was in HS#and now Danny's emulating Lancer :)#Passing it on!#Tim is paranoid but also like he is SO CLOSE to graduating so like. Does he even want to report this shit to Batman. What if the next chem#teacher's a jerk and Tim fails the class and he never gets his stupid diploma. Bruce already is insisting he finish out HS and maybe get#an ABA before he's allowed back into the company#and Jesus Christ does Tim hate school. He'll worry about Mr. Fenton's burgeoning army of Science Honor Society Rogues on his own time#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt#tim drake#danny fenton#in case I write more of this let’s tag it uhhhhh#misunderstood mentor au#kipwrite
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I think it'd be very funny if there was a Zelda game where Ganon isn't the big bad, but when you get to the Gerudo area there's a male Gerudo named Ganondorf there. He has zero relevance to the plot. Not any kind of twist where he becomes the villain in the end, or any kind of side quest. He's just there and that knowledge perpetually looms over your head menacingly.
#legend of zelda#loz#ganondorf#stellar content me#ill go back to writing but i had to get that idea out there#i cant be alone in this tourment#guys what happened#how did the post break containment#not that the tags and comments aren't good but like#how#GUYS#big tumblr on their way to shoot me out back now brb
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my girl celia really said have you ever heard of this one show it’s called the magnus archives and it’s a podcast distributed by rusty quill and licensed under a creative commo-
#celia ripley#the magnus archives#tma#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol spoilers#tmagp 7#girlie was REALLY going ham lmfao#i thought the writing for those lines was really clunky tbh she didn’t feel like she did last episode and it was very fanservicey#but yk what i’m a fan so thank you for your service 🫡#GOING INSANE
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'It was late spring, the first time all year that the sunshine had any real strength behind it. Satoru was wittering on about something inane as always — Tentomon or something equally ridiculous.
There was nothing special about the moment. Not really. Except for the fact that Satoru had shrugged off his jacket in the heat. It was draped around his shoulders just so, exposing the long column of his throat, pale after a long winter.
Really, there was nothing special about the moment. But when Suguru looked at the boy silhouetted against the spring sky, bright and blue and boundless and beautiful — just like his eyes, Suguru thought — his heart skipped a beat all the same.
With all the sight afforded to him, Satoru never missed a thing. So it was risky, what Suguru did. Later, when he was looking at his new phone wallpaper under the cover of darkness, grinning like an idiot, he'd wonder how he ever got away with it.
Yet, if Suguru's yearning to capture that perfectly ordinary moment forever was stronger than all reason, perhaps it was stronger than the Six Eyes, too. After all, not even Satoru could stop time.'
- by my beloved @fushiglow ♥
(( also glo says: FUN FACT! Tentomon is voiced by Suguru's VA — ergo it's Satoru's favourite Digimon, obviously ))
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freshly added headcanons:
• gojo at some point randomly barged into sugurus room and put glowy stickers all over his ceiling
• suguru has gojo as his phone wallpaper, but keeps it a secret
• suguru is a hamasaki ayumi fan
• the cinnamoroll phone charm is from gojo who spent almost an eternity getting that out of a gatcha machine for him
• they were happy
#look what glo did#pls all go check out glos writing#so basically i made a small little sketch of gojo and the glo came up with this whole ass cute story around it#AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH THAT I HAD TO DRAW IT#and here we are#i love them so much#i feel very normal about them#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#stsg#jjk#kymsys art
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my girlfriend
#trigun#trigun maximum#nicholas d wolfwood#i saw a tweet the other day that was like. do u ever like a character SO MUCH that u feel shy/embarrassed even drawing them#AND I WAS LIKE .... YYEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#yall dont even kno how hard i cringe at myself whenever i post abt this guy.. but i power thru OTL#these r a few weeks old btw ive been busy so i havent gotten to draw him in like a month and it feels so JHDSGF&UY EIY$NU&RHGFJDG!@JFHBD#save me. save me nicholas d wolfwood#why did i write all of this DO U SEE WHAT I MEANN my head is in my hands rn
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