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LITTLE WOMEN 2019 | dir. Greta Gerwig

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Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley 9-1-1, S08E01 - Buzzkill

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His fingers clench around the brass railing that encompasses the statue, and he tries to remember fleeting things, moments from lifetimes long since gone, but his brain refuses to dredge up the memories that aren’t core; there are too many of them for that, and now only so many come forth when he calls for them.

He’s trying to remember details about his family, who are long dead and gone, trying to remember anything but the heartbreak and the loneliness of losing them – but it’s futile. Just as he’s about to turn and leave, to let this past part of him go to make room for new lifetimes that open up before him, his eyes catch on a halo of curls and warm brown eyes that light up with the smile on the young man’s lips. And – 

Oh.

Henry’s heart feels as if it plummets into his stomach. His vision narrows to a pinprick, and all he can see is this man, a man Henry’s never seen before but has become the very sun he orbits around in the span of seconds. Henry’s heart is racing, and his breath hitches in his chest where one hand has come to rest, rubbing idly at his collarbone and the old scar there. His eyes trace down the man’s form, well-cut and outlined against the bright white walls of the museum that he’s standing against, and stop as his breath seizes when he sees it –

There’s a tattoo on the man’s right forearm.

Some Part of Me Came Alive, a soulmates au written by priincebutt, podfic by @schitthappens

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me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.

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what you have to understand is that tattoos and piercings are both body modification but serve completely different purposes. piercings are for ridding the body of bad vibes (creating a hole lets them out). tattoos are for when you are having difficulty keeping your soul attached to your body, because the tattooing process stitches it back in place

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Ellen Bass, The Thing Is

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an 8x06 fix-it where tommy gets home, admits to himself that he's being an idiot, and turns around.

By the time he walks through his own front door it's been an hour. An hour since he broke Evan's -- Buck's, he reminds himself, knowing it's useless, that it'll always be Evan -- heart, and his own in the process, and he just...stands there in his living room. He stands there among the dark furniture and a stack of blankets and his widescreen tv, shelves full of odds and ends he's collected over the years. He stands there and keeps trying to convince himself that he did the right thing.

Tries to convince himself that it means nothing when he looks at his couch and sees them curled up, Evan's head resting on Tommy's shoulder as he tried so hard to stay awake through Mannequin. Sees the recliner and remembers the way Evan's hair felt as he carded his fingers through it, the warmth of his skin as he pressed a kiss to his birthmark.

Keeps trying to convince himself even as he looks straight ahead to the kitchen, sees himself coming in the door one night after a long shift to find Evan had not only made dinner - a roast and potatoes, something warm and comforting to help usher in sleep by the time they both got to bed - but set the table, an ivory taper candle burning bright in the center. Remembers how nice it was to come home to the warmth of another person's presence.

His conviction wavers when he looks down the hall and sees the first time he pulled Evan toward his bed. Knows that if he walked to his room he'd see shadows of the way Evan looked standing there, no shirt, pants unbuttoned, begging Tommy to just touch him already, what are you waiting for. The place where he heard Evan gasp and moan, felt him tremble and shake in his arms, remembers the way his eyes widened the first time he made Evan come. The many nights they spent after that wrapped up together under the covers, Evan's fingers tracing the curve of his spine as he hummed his contentment into the skin of Tommy's shoulder.

The full spectrum of regret hits him in the chest like a punch when he sees Evan's hoodie thrown over the back of the couch. Sees the remote control pack hanging off the arm of the recliner that's only there because Evan got sick of searching for the tv remote whenever he came over. Sees the little toy helicopter Evan bought him because it made me think of you.

Looking at it makes him ache. Makes him long and want in ways he never has before, and he’s still scared. Still afraid of being burned even though this time he's the one who set himself on fire. What did he think it would accomplish, breaking two hearts to protect one? In the end his is still in pieces on Evan’s kitchen floor, all because he pushed up some imaginary deadline on their relationship. It's stupid. He's stupid. It's all so deeply stupid.

He looks around and Evan's fingerprints, proof that he was here, are everywhere. His house - his life - is filled with Evan, tucked away in every nook and cranny, his heart a steady cadence of a name he's not sure he has a right to say out loud anymore. He sees his future, haunted by a ghost of his own making, and he asks himself, What have I done?

Then a moment later: What if it's not too late to make it right?

He pulls his keys out of the dish by the door and all but runs to his truck. He backs out of the driveway faster than is probably advisable (he's pretty sure he hits a curb, but it doesn't matter, it's a guaranteed fix but his relationship is not). He pushes the limit part of speed limit, and is at Evan's building in record time.

He knocks on Evan's door but there's no answer. Tommy's not really surprised, even if his heart squeezes tightly in his chest; Evan's not obligated to open it, or even acknowledge his presence at all, but Tommy needs to at least try. He doesn't have a key - they didn't quite get there - so he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. It rings before he gets a chance to even unlock it, screen lighting up with Evan's face, soft with sleep after a night of marathon sex that took place after two weeks of conflicting schedules. After another second, he swipes to answer.

"I know you probably don't want to see me, but can you let me in?" The pause on the other end lasts just long enough that Tommy checks to see if the call has disconnected. "Buck?"

"First of all," he responds. "Never call me that again. Second, what are you talking about?"

"Bu--Evan... I'm standing at your front door."

He hears Evan snort on the other end. "Well that's unfortunate, because I'm currently standing at your front door. Full of righteous indignation and a desperate need to call you an idiot to your face."

Tommy can't think of anything to say except, "I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you instead of walking away. I shouldn't have assumed anything. I just got --"

"Scared," Evan finishes. "I know. And I came here to tell you to suck it up, because I'm scared too, but you're worth fighting for. We're worth fighting for." Evan lets out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, too, by the way. I should have asked if you were ready to have that conversation instead of jumping straight to you moving in. And I probably should have started by telling you that I want to live with you because I love you."

Tommy grins, heart nearly beating out of his chest, so full of hope it could burst. "You think you can find it within yourself to tell me in person?"

Evan groans after a second. "How do you know about that?"

"It was an open channel, Evan, everyone heard Bobby say that."

There's a moment of silence before Evan responds. "So we should definitely talk about this. And, like, so many other things. Will you wait for me at the loft?"

"I'll be here."

"And once we get done talking about how you're an idiot and how we should both practice better communication, I expect a lot of groveling. I mean a lot."

Tommy's grin spreads. "As you wish."

Evan groans again, and it's the best thing Tommy's ever heard.

"Hey, Evan?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He can practically hear Evan smile as he murmurs, "I know. I'll see you soon."

And Tommy's so sure in that moment that, with a little bit of work and a lot of talking, everything is going to be fine. Maybe even forever.

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insane what a moustache and a strand of hair can do really

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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

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I made a bluesky bc I heard it's what all the cool kids are doing. If you're over there give me a follow!!

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Without A Summer | Orchidscript

August 1816: Summer has all but vanished for the Northern Hemisphere. Clouds and fog block out the sun in Massachusetts. Ice dams rivers in Switzerland. Snow falls as often as rain.

On the shores of Lake Windermere, Henry Fox is holed up trying to scrape together his somewhat-respectable writing career. Attempting to escape the fear of failure, he attends a party at the Holleran home where he meets a young man who speaks no English, rumored to be the illegitimate son of a Spanish priest and an Aztec princess. He's beautiful and fascinating to all the guests, including Henry.

But, when the party is disrupted by a snow storm over the lake, leaving Henry and a few more guests stranded, Michael Holleran proposes entertainment -- write something, anything, to perform. Struggling to write and distracted by the newcomer, Henry finds himself falling deeper, and discovers that not everyone is who they seem…

A gift for @priincebutt for the @anywhere-with-you-event exchange💜

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Creator Reveals!

Welcome back everyone for the last day of our event! Today we're unveiling the creators of all the wonderful fanworks currently in our collection ❤️💙 This is gonna be a long post so buckle up.

If you have not received your gift work yet, please check your email for more information.

I hope that someone gets my… by @onthewaytosomewhere (mae on ao3)

please could you be tender? by @judasofsuburbia

The Little Pup That Could by @wordscavenger

Seasons of Love Letters by @Muddbloodpotter05

vanity fur by @babygirlgalitzine

draw me like one of your french girls by @lesliesknopes (buttercupkisses on ao3)

Still Sitting in the Corner I Haunt by @brokenchairwrites

you should think about the consequence by saintsnames

watch where you put your hands by @thedramasummer (acheinmybones on ao3)

takes one to know one by @thesleepyskipper

There's clay under my nails and desire burning in my heart by @tinyarmedtrex

Crystal Heart by @dizzymisslizzie (LK_42 on ao3)

Without a Summer by @orchidscript

What Goes Up Must Come Down by bleedingballroomfloor

Change Your Ticket (Maybe I Miss You) by @cactusdragon517 (MayQueen517 on ao3)

omg they were roommates by @glasshouses-and-stones

Bake a Sugar Cake by @jackzimmermemes (Luminous_Bluebell on ao3)

let you love me by @thinkingaboutelephants

Comments Make the Heart Grow Fonder by @suseagull04

i'd rather tangle with him by @taste-thewaste

Don’t sleep with the customers by @swoonoveryou3

[podfic] rest your weary head by @schitthappens (dairaliz on ao3)

there's a million little reasons why i want you near by @henryspearl

We Fit Together by @cricketnationrise

Sweet as Cinnamon by quill_and_ink

Pretty Competent by @noahreids (High-Seas-Swan on ao3)

your kiss is on my list by @priincebutt

lost in the revelry (lost in the make believes) by @tailsbeth-writes

Fake It Till We Make It by @milowren29

Outshine the Stars by @luainthewild

a knight to remember by acheinmybones

Call It Fate by @emmalostinwonderland

[podfic] may the fourth be with you by @iwaizumi-keiji

Careful Cooking by @iboatedhere

90s romcom remix by @incalamity

It's not just like you're kind of on my mind (I think about you all the time) by haaaveyoumetted

How Do You Say I Love You by @magicmelinoe

you'll be in my heart (always) by @bigswitchenergyy (dreakawa on ao3)

you can see it (with the lights out) by @kj-bee

know that you deserve to have it by @read-and-write- (JustNo on ao3)

Keep You in my Incognito Tab by @louikazooie

That's a wrap, friends! If anyone promotes their fic here on tumblr, please tag this account so we can reblog your post, and if you haven't already go comment on your gift!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated. We are grateful to each and every one of you for making this such a special event. Remember to take care of yourselves, and keep the things that bring you a bit of joy close.

History, huh? Bet we could make some.

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commission for @toooldforthisbutstill!

(commissions are open!)

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @stellarmeadow @caterpills @miharaikko and @tailsbeth-writes!

Holy shit, it's time to share more words. With Freaktober/Kinktober coming to an end, I should be looking forward to writing some more, um... "normal" stuff? But the truth is that I had a lot on my Freaktober wheel that I didn't get to, so I think I'm entering my weird fic topic phase. 👀

All my other WIPs are still getting attention, but I started writing something a little bit cracky. I'm providing no explanation, but it is decidedly NSFW so it's below the cut.

Alex wakes, rock hard and sweaty, from an intensely vivid dream where he was getting a blowjob from a gorgeous blond.  Only… the moans that reverberated through Alex’s dick had been distinctly male, the hair had been short, and the jaw had been sharp and angular. But those lips… holy shit, Alex could get off to the memory of those lips for-fucking-ever. And those bright blue eyes that watched him so intently while the man was on his knees. Whatever. It doesn’t mean anything. Alex has weird dreams all the time; a sex dream about a dude isn’t even that strange. Just… unsettling. He slips his hands into his boxers to relieve the incredible tension of having been so fucking close when he awoke. After he cleans up and drifts back off to sleep, he doesn’t give it another thought. Until a few nights later, when it happens again

No-pressure tags for: @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517

@cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @firenati0n @faketrex @getmehighonmagic

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites

@onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt (I noticed!!) @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @thesleepyskipper

@theprinceandagcd @thighzp @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew and as always, an open tag!

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wow!!! it's been a busy wed around here today .... i luv that!!

thanks ever so much for the tags @stellarmeadow @suseagull04 @caterpills @thedramasummer @eusuntgratie

@firstprincehornyramblings @sophie1973 @tinyarmedtrex @everwitch-magiks @henryspearl

@zwiazdziarka @tailsbeth-writes - i will be back to do a read of ur stuffs 💚

ur girlie has been tweaking some fics she had started b4 for the @ficwip all-ship ship week and so far we got a firstprince and 2 southern philanthropy fics - one liam and one pez pov and friday there will be a junora (only one bed campaign trail era) - and that's what we'll have some words from shall we 💚💚

June gets her wish, but she already knows that tonight is going to be a test of her willpower. She’s damning herself to want more than she can ever have. Just one night, she thinks. One night with Nora next to her, or maybe, if she’s lucky, even in her arms. The thought is enough to make her dizzy. The nightly routine goes by in a blur. Teeth brushed, clothes changed, makeup removed—all of it happens faster than June expects. And then, suddenly, they’re climbing into bed. The mattress dips under their weight, and for a second, June lets herself imagine what it would be like if things were different—if they were more. But that thought is quickly stifled. They’re very much on their own sides of the bed, no crossing into the middle. No touching. Yet. She hopes that it’s just for now, that she’ll get her way and get to feel what it’s like to be the one Nora curls into at night. Even if it feels a bit deceitful, she just wants to know what it’s like to be the one Nora seeks comfort in. June lies there, eyes wide open, every nerve in her body hyperaware of Nora’s presence just inches away. The room is silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle sound of Nora’s breathing. As June breathes deeply, that familiar, lingering scent—the one she still hasn’t been able to place but now always associates with Nora—fills her senses. It makes her ache. Maybe she can’t have Nora the way she wants, but she can have this moment. Just the two of them, sharing space, sharing breath. And that, for now, will have to be enough.

OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO STILL WANTS TO PLAY and some very low pressure (like none) tags under the cut 💚

a very gentle tag ur it!!! @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @catdadacd

@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland

@england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inell @inexplicablymine @jmagnabo92

@judasofsuburbia @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites

@myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts @orchidscript @piratefalls @porcelainmortal

@priincebutt @softboynick @sparklepocalypse @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste

@theprinceandagcd @thesleepyskipper @thighzp @thinkof-england @typicalopposite

@indestructibleheart @stratocumulusperlucidus @basil-bird @seths-rogens

@strwbrryagcd @cactusdragon517 @run-for-chamo-miles

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hello you lovely lot🥰 it’s been a whileeee since i’ve done one of these but rest assured i have been writing but something i couldn’t share snippets of but all will be revealed very soon at the @anywhere-with-you-event

but now it’s back to the bridgerton boys and i’ve missed themmmmm🥹🥹 and i couldn’t welcome them back without a bang🔥

thank you @jmagnabo92 and @firstprincehornyramblings for the tags✨

Henry’s fairly quiet, still clearly entrapped in sleep.

Alex takes a breath and then his mouth is physically on him. Swallowing him down whole as he takes Henry in his mouth, his tongue licking up his shaft and sucking like a predator latching on to its prey.

He becomes even more aroused by the soft moans that are coming from Henry above him. He groans animalistically when he feels Henry swell inside of him, stretching his lips over as he willingly takes him all in like he’ll be his only meal.

Then, he hears Henry start to stir, emerging from sleep as his hand flies into Alex’s black unruly curls, his fingernails grazing against his scalp.

Henry hums satisfyingly, “Good morning to you too.”

Alex peers up at him, fluttering his eyelashes that he knows sends Henry weak at the knees. But when he sees that Henry is looking down at him, his arm still under his head, his eyes still sleepy but also hooded, and half of his mouth is pulled into the sexiest smirk, his cock violently twitches.

“Good morning sweetheart,” is what Alex says— oh so innocently— whilst his lips hover over Henry’s bellend. “How did you sleep?”

tagging: @babygirlgalitzine @clockwrkpendrxgon @softboynick @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @tailsbeth-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rwrbayleafs @fullsunsets @thesleepyskipper @iboatedhere @taste-thewaste @henrysfox + open tag

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged today by @caterpills, @suseagull04 and @stellarmeadow Thank you !

Here is a little snippet of chapter 5 of of 'Wait for me (to come home)' dropping this Friday.

Also watch this space for a fun oneshot I am posting tomorrow, aka the Plane fic.

He steals glances at him between chopping vegetables and stirring sauces. The tension has eased from his shoulders, and though his eyes still hold a hint of sadness, there's a peacefulness to his expression that wasn't there before. Henry’s heart swells to know he’s played a part in that change. "This is really good, H," Alex says, his mouth half-full. His eyes sparkle with genuine appreciation, and a bit of sauce clings to the corner of his lips. On anyone else, talking with their mouth full might be off-putting, but on Alex, it's oddly endearing. It's so quintessentially him - enthusiastic, unguarded, and completely in the moment. Henry chuckles, shaking his head fondly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. And please, do try to chew with your mouth closed, darling. We're not savages." Alex grins, swallowing before he speaks this time. "Yes, Your Highness," he teases, and Henry rolls his eyes at the joke. “Not only are we not in any way related to the Royals, we’re not even part of the British aristocracy.” “Could have fooled me with your long ass name.”

Tagging with no pressure : @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp @iboatedhere

@firenati0n @kj-bee @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites

@wordsofhoneydew @swoonoveryou3 @myheartalivewrites

@priincebutt @milowren29 @14carrotghoul @miharaikko