#[insert bobby tag here]

[fumifooms]

My first itabag! A bit of this a bit of that, ROTTMNT, Tsuritama and Chainsaw Man with a touch of Sonic, Dorohedoro, Gintama, Pandora Hearts, Osomatsu-san and ocs.

It’s a bit of a mess but I love the hobby and I doubt this’ll be my last one, I might tweak this one a bit too, or get another insert to swap out. Some charms at the bottom hang too low, and there were other things I wanted to put in the bottom corners too. I might put a big Hozuki keychain I have on the side hmm… With this size it’d have been fun building around putting in my 12" Metal Sonic Jazwares figure and a Metal Sonic plush I have, but ahh some other day… I struggled with it because the weight of it all made the insert sag and fold over, I didn’t see anything on the topic online so what I did is I found a big sturdy cardboard, and pinned the finished insert to it… Two cardboards for good measure. Oh also my badges have reflective plastic covers.

List of the items under cut.

Fanmade TMNT bow by Maidenskiss on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Ocs! Drawn and made by Auunko

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by Malelo1002 on twitter

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by MortinfamiART, item listing is unavailable.

Fanmade ROTTMNT patch by GiraffeCatCo on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Official Tsuritama merch

Bootlegs I found without credit. If you know do tell me

Official Chainsaw Man merch

Fanmade Chainsaw Man charm by 118ween: link

Official Dorohedoro merch

Shadow fanzine merch, link. Artist for pin: Yureimori on twitter. Artist for keychain: Snaggypeets on twitter.

Official Pandora Hearts badge and official Osomatsu-san charm

Fanmade Tsuritama charm by Hachibani: link

Rainbow Loom craft project of pikachu I made a decade ago, I don’t have a link to the tutorial.

[remdeans]

tell me…….. about having bobby as a father……… what was that like :3

omg hiii elle!!

okok so i know canonically bobby never had kids because he was scared he'd turn out like his dad BUT i think he would've been a great girldad . like obviously he wouldn't be perfect because no parent is perfect . but he'd be good and loving. maybe a little overprotective over his baby girl, but that's fair after what happened to his wife (she's still killed by a demon in my timeline, so rem never knew her and was raised by just her dad)

but yeah . i feel he'd parallel sam and dean's dad in the way that where john went wrong, he'd father her better (i'm so great at words) . which is to say, he wouldn't raise her into the hunter life but he would of course explain to her what really happened to her mom when she's old enough to understand and tells her about the lore . and when she's at a reasonable age, he'd teach her how to use a gun and defend herself from monsters in case he's not able to since he's still a hunter. but he tries not to bring that stuff home and would probably go out on hunts less with a kid, preferring to stay home with her and just answer calls and give hunting advice. but if he does go out on hunts, he'd leave her with Jody or another hunter friend until he gets back

he's also definitely the type of dad to help with homework and get confused and a little pissed off because "it wasn't like this when I was your age" .

rem was kinda more tomboyish being raised by just her dad though (i'm also "tomboyish" but that's not the point) . but bobby would make sure she had Barbies, my little ponies, maybeeee spoiled her just a little bit (Dean definitely still makes fun of her for being a Daddy's girl and mockingly calls her "Princess") but he just wanted her to have a better childhood than he did . he'd also take her hunting (as in deer hunting, but only once because it made her cry) and fishing and play catch because he's not entirely sure how to raise a little girl but he's trying his best

for this reason, she had issues making friends in school and was often outcasted, so sam and dean were the only ones who could really understand her growing up .

i think he'd still have a bit of a problem with alcoholism because that kind of thing doesn't just go away like that. but I could see him accidentally raising his voice once and working on himself because he doesn't want that for his kid

TLDR; not perfect but he tried his very best

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

hiii i saw your yandere marc and steven post and was wondering if you can write a smut based on that request (it's alright if it's just a short one!). I love the way you write <3

Hi Anony!! <3

Ooo, nice idea you got there 👀

I will do this for both again :)

Based on this post: -> [X]

Yandere Steven and Marc dealing with a bratty reader

Tags: Brat taming, failed escape attempt, fingering, p in v, smut, possessive (and obsessive) behavior, yandere themes(?), soft dom Steven.

Pairing

Yandere Steven Grant x fem!reader

Yandere Marc Spector x fem!reader

Steven

It has been a while since Steven kidnapped you, and although you had to admit he treated you like a queen, you wanted to go back to your own home, your house, go back to your daily life you got so used by. One evening, Steven went out to get some supplies but he locked the front door from the outside and the window to access the fire escape. Calling the police came up in your mind but it would only end in a shit show. But now you had to make a run, Steven wouldn't take too long to come back, so you started searching for anything that could get the front door unlocked. You knew your fair share of lockpicking by gaming and watching movies, but what's missing were the necessary items, a paper clip and bobby pin would do the trick but you doupted Steven had bobby pins. But he should have some paper clips laying around.

You went to his study corner, opening the drawers until you found some, showed a handful into your pocket before fiddling two in a position to unlock. Steven would arrive soon, you had to be quick. You inserted the two clips into the lock, twisting and turning them until you heard a click.

Click

You opened the door, peeking out and debating if you should just knock on some of his neighbors to help you. But you knew they wouldn't believe you, so you made your way to the elevator, but in the distance you already saw the maintenance sign on it. You went for the stairs, and as you arrived at the first floor, you could see the big main doors leading out. You held your breath calm, only a few more steps.

Before you could even touch the handle, the doors opened, and Steven entered. You two froze as you saw eachother, Steven's eyes widened "Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked in disbelieve.

You swallowed the spark of hope down your throat, you knew you would be in trouble now.

"How did you even unlock the door?" Steven asked, now walking towards you and grabbing your arm firmly. He didn't even wait for your answer, dragging you back up the staircase back to his flat, "We will have a nice, friendly talk when we get back."

Once back in his flat, Steven shoved you inside, carelessly closing the door and dropping his bag with the supplies on the floor.

"Love, why did you try to leave?" Steven's voice was more dark as you turned to look at him.

"I wanted to go back to my home, back to my life before you freaking kidnapped me!" You raised your voice.

"You want to go back to your boring old life? Where nobody loves you?! Please, I am the one taking care of you, showing you love, giving you everything you want!" He wagged his finger at you.

"Steven. Listen. You don't have to take care of me, I can take care of myself." You sighed, glancing on the ground.

Steven didn't took it lightly, "You're able to take care of yourself? Fine, show me how you can take care of yourself, prove it to me." He stepped closer to you, "But you know what?" Steven pushed you backwards onto the bed, "I think you're just a brat. A disobedient little brat, who doesn't appreciate others doing things for you."

You tried getting up but Steven kneeled on the bed, holding you in place by your shoulder "What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you." Steven simply replied before his other hand slowly trailed up your leg until it was between your legs.

Steven didn't waste a second, pulling your pants down, off your legs and tossed them on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Stevy." You pleaded.

Steven just smiled "Too late for being sorry, love."

His hand rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties in slow circles. You gasped, trying to resist but your body easily betrayed you, you felt yourself getting more wet with each circle, a soft moan escaping your lips making Steven hum "There, doesn't it feel good getting taken care of, hm?" He increased the pace, you bit your lower lip to stiffle the moan.

Steven noticed "Aww, does it feel so good you have to make loud noises?" He peeled your now wet panties off and continued rubbing your clit "Look at that, I'm pretty sure any man who'd see you would drool all over themselves..." He teased, his fingers moving to your leaking hole, entering you easily by how wet you were.

"St-Stevenn.." You whined as two of his fingers began stretching you.

Steven smirked "Need somethin' love?" He knew you were high on pleasure, he knew you'd ask him to keep going.

"Your fingers feel soo good.." You moaned, arching your hips.

"Look at your disobedient cunt swallowing my fingers. Bet it feels great, yeah?" He increased the thrusting, not minding your juices staining his fingers.

"I'm sorry for leaving, Stevy..." You begged suddenly, letting out a needy moan.

"It's alright, love. You just needed me to show you your place, right?" He grinned, his fingers hit your sweet spot, making your eyes lull back into your skull, your pussy now squeezing his fingers as you felt the pleasure build up.

"S-Steven, I'm close!" You warned, arching more into him.

"Then let me finish it. Your tight cunt's gonna coat my fingers, hm?" Steven said, his fingers hitting hard and deep. When your orgasm rippled through you, Steven kept moving his fingers for a bit longer before pulling them out.

"That's it love, you did very good, I'm proud of you." He praised, watching you catch your breath. Steven got up, headed to the kitchen and came back with some water, handing it to you and sat back down beside you on the bed, brushing some stray hair out of the way and the sweat from your forehead.

"We understand eachother from now on, yeah?" Steven ordered softly.

When you nodded, he leaned in and pressed a kiss on top of your head, "I hope so for you because if you try to run again, the restraints will be back on you." He gave you a firm look before pulling back

"Now get some sleep, I'm sure you must be tired."

-

Marc

You've already spent a few days in Marc's home, he meant everything he said, he gave you attention, got anything you asked and he even made you feel safe. But still, the knowledge that he kidnapped you was still there, it didn't feel right. Once you even asked him to go to your house but he refused, telling you it's not safe. Tonight you decided to take matters into your own hands, you were waiting until Marc had fallen asleep, you knew trying the door would only get you in trouble since he would have it locked and who knew if there wouldn't be any security cameras pointed there, so you tried the window in your room.

Thankfully the height of the house wasn't too high, jumping down would maybe hurt a bit but it wouldn't kill you. You climbed on the window, took a breath before finally jumping down, landing on pavement with your feet, wincing from the impact.

Heck, you didn't even know where you are...

You could hear the distant sound of cars, some dogs barking in the distance, and see the lights of Skyscrapers in the distance. What you didn't know was, Marc just woke up to get some milk for his midnight refreshment. As he passed your room, he could hear the noises of the city more loudly, and the chill breeze coming from underneath the door, he just thought you might have opened the window for some fresh air, but he decided to glance inside anyways.

At opening the door, he expected you sleeping soundly in your bed like you always did, but instead he was met with an empty bed, and the window was wide open.

"Shieet!" He cursed under his breath, he put on his pants, went for the keys and headed out to find you.

Meanwhile you were heading into the direction wich you heard the traffic noises come from, but you doubted anyone would help you, it was already past midnight and people may think you'd probably be a weirdo.

Marc however picked up on how desperately you may want to get away from him, he isn't stupid, he's fucking smart when it came to that. He knew people tend to go to high populated places for help, and especially in a place like Chicago, he knew going alone at night, passing an alleyway might end in some robbery or even death. You wouldn't want to make the same mistake twice, would you?

Soon Marc spotted a person walking on the sideway, their steps were fast as if they wanted to get away. He didn't knew it was you yet.

You didn't knew Marc was in fact following you, you pulled out your phone, glancing at the time before you got interrupted by some loud noise nearby, causing you to flinch and look back, seeing someone following you, so you started running. Now Marc knew it was you, he ran after you "Hey!" He called out.

You took a sharp turn into a corner, but...it was a dead end. But you kept running, spotting an entrance and pushed yourself on the door, hoping that the spot would hide you.

Some heavy breathing could be heard near you, it was Marc. He took a moment to look around at the dead end, cursing under his breath again, "This cheeky little brat." he muttered, before walking away.

You waited a few more seconds before slowly making your way out of your hiding place, looking around the corner, taking a deep breath of relief, but before you could continue walking, someone snuck up behind you, grabbed your shoulders, dragged you back into the alleyway and pushed you against the wall.

"There you are little troublemaker." It was Marc's voice, you tried to get out of his grip but he was just too strong for you, holding you in place like you were just a twig.

"Marc, let me go, please!" You begged.

Marc snorted, "Definitely not. You're coming back with me. Gonna cooperate with me or not, sweetheart?"

"Okay, okay. I cooperate." You nodded.

Marc released you, dusting off your shoulders before he grabbed your arm firmly and led you back to his house, "You. You made a big mistake, honey." he growled.

Back at his house, he brought you back to your room, ushering you inside and closed the door behind him, leaning against it and crossed his arms "Any apologies? No? You just put yourself in danger."

"I wanted to go back home." you replied weakly.

"And you wanted to do it by being such a brat and made me chase you almost around whole Chicago?" Marc raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry." You muttered.

Marc wasn't buying it "That's all? Sorry? For putting yourself in danger like that, hm? A little weak if you ask me."

"Well, what else do you want me to say then?" You asked.

Marc shrugged, "Maybe something that makes me believe you mean it. I saved your ass, I protected you! That's how you thank me? By acting like a fucking brat?"

You sighed, "You didn't want to let me go back, so I took matters into my own hands!"

"Listen, I'm sorry if I was being too rough with you, but you have to see that only I can protect you. I am also the only one who will love you, no matter what." Marc pushed himself off the door and walked over to you.

You sat on the bed, "I made a mistake, I'm sorry, Marc." You looked up at him with a sad expression.

Marc sighed, "Yeah you fucked up. And now it's my turn to make it right by putting the brat right back in their place where they belong." He crouched down, grabbed your feet and removed your shoes, "Now your pants." he tabbed your knee, signaling for you to do it.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Your pants. Get 'em off." He gave a warning glance.

You obeyed, fearing more punishment, pulling off your pants and tossing them to the side.

Marc straightened, "Good. Now your panties." He ordered.

Once your panties were out of the way and your core visible for him, he spread your legs apart and ran a finger through your folds "Already getting wet for me, aren't you?" Marc mused.

"Fuck.." You whimpered.

Marc chuckled at your reaction, "Gonna be good for me now, hm? Gonna repay me for chasing you around, honey?" it wasn't a question, he was demanding it.

"Y-yes.." You nodded.

Marc palmed himself before pulling his pants down, freeing himself and gave a few strokes "Keep 'em spread." he positioned himself at your entrance, nudging before entering slowly to make you get used to his size.

When he felt you getting comfy around him, he started to thrust at a slow pace "What were you saying? Nobody loves you? I already proved my love for you, and now my cock loves your good little pussy." he grunted while you moaned in response, the way his cock dragged along your walls made your head fall back.

"Look at that," Marc grinned "looks like your pussy loves getting split open by my cock, huh?" He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before burying his whole girth inside you.

You almost came on spot, he felt that too and the way you were already a mess beneath him, "Already cockdrunk? See how I can make you feel? Silly little thing." Marc chuckled, thustting harder into you.

"M-Marc..." You arched your back, desperate for more.

"Got you, babe." He pounted into you, increasing the pace, chasing his building orgasm.

-

"I-I'm about to-..." Before you could end the sentance, it was already too late, your pussy already squeezed the life out of Marc's cock.

"God, honey. You have a fuckin' death grip!" His hips moved erratically, and a second later, his eyes rolled back as he filled you up.

Both of you held still as you came down from the orgasms, Marc then pulled out, "Let's take a shower, we definitely need one. But if you act up like a brat ever again, try to leave, I'll make sure you'll have trouble walking, understood?" He asked.

You could only nod in response.

Marc smiled "That's my good girl."

[paintednailsandsoftdetails]

911, a confession

Let me start by saying that I don't really know what I'm doing here, so bear with me. If I actually go through with posting this, and you find yourself tagged and wondering who I am and why, or even if you happen upon it in the tags, I hope you take a minute to read this.

You don't know me, but you've been my community for a while now. I've checked your blogs daily for years, I've read your posts and loved your art and sent you countless anonymous asks to pick your brains- never hate though, because I'm not a Freak.

What I am, however, is a lonely lesbian with depression and (newly diagnosed) OCD, who has always needed some hyperfixation media/fandom to find life bearable. For some ~fun context, I was Raised by the glee fandom, I will die on the hill that watching queer as folk when I was 14 and discovering its fans 10+ years after airing made me who I am, I've got the most bizarrely timed stint in the 1D fandom under my belt, and I find nothing in the world more interesting and also affirming than Queer Reading (verb) media- to the extent that I earned an English degree and wrote a thesis specifically about it.

I haven't posted on here in 1.5 years, since I fell out of my previous fandom (apologies to anyone from said fandom who still happens to follow me and is seeing this, feel free to move along.) But I've been on this app every day since, because of 911.

(starting the read more here to spare you- again especially if you are tagged, I know you're probably feeling miserable rn but I do hope the entirety of this love letter reaches you)

I started "watching" mid season 5- by which I mean I was in a deep depressive state after disconnecting with previous media hyperfixation and, when I happened upon 911 trending while in need of distraction, I quickly fell down a rabbit hole. Tale as old as time, tumblr dot com convinces you that you need to tune into *insert media here* bc its fun and there are gay people! I caught myself up through all the big blogs and by the time May Day was airing I felt like I had a decent grasp on all the lore, all the fandom drama, all the places the writers were "definitely, so brilliantly" going to be taking the show that we had to look forward to, all without ever having actually seen an episode of the show (before you boo me, yes I've watched it by now, even season 1)

But I think it is important, and also a little messed up, that I fell in love with 911 through YOU, through the fans. Obviously watching the show initially through the lens of fan reactions first and not whats actually happening on screen can have some... interesting results. We've heard it all before, with the people who started watching specifically for Buddie around season 4/5 because they saw The Will and by the time they caught themselves up and watched the end of season 6 they wanted their refunds.

Here is where I want to make a clarification- the reason I got so interested, why I started coming back every day to check in on tags and certain favorite blogs I didn't even follow bc I was denying the want to become fully Involved, was because I fell in love with Evan Buckley. I won't lie, it was Buddie that caught my attention first- of course, thats what everyone here was talking about- and as much as I quickly started discover the value of the show outside of them (Henren my absolute Beloveds!!!!! Captain Dad Bobby Nash you are so special to ME. Chimney man of all time i can keep going) none of it was enough initially to bite the bullet and catch up on 5 seasons worth of a show I also knew would have elements I WASNT interested in (Copaganda and Taylor Kelly I am looking at you.)

But then I started really getting into fan's readings of Buck *insert footage of me learning the Buck Begins of it all for the first time* as a character separate from Eddie (as much as people were capable of anyway, and I will say some of yall continue to be absolutely atrocious at it) and I knew I was done for. Buck, this character so full of goodness, and his need to be Found but to also Find his own family and purpose and sense of self, for whom the show's thesis statement concerns the act of working to Make the kind of Love you want to have in this world, even if you were raised without a blueprint for it- I'm sorry but what else were me and my gay ass queer reading inclined hyperfixated brain to do other than take Evan Buckley into the folds and never let him go?

I love Buck. I was convinced by the time the s5 finale was airing before I had actually watched the show that Buck had to be bi. Even if they never did a thing with it you couldn't convince me otherwise and I was also confident that Oliver was portraying him with a similar mindset. I never wavered in that interpretation, even when the utter disappointment of the s6 finale and the failure to do anything truly meaningful character development wise through the lightning strike-Natalia speed run hit, and certainly not as I got fully caught up actually watching the show outside of tumblr live reactions during episode airings. I'll admit I was pretty ready to Check Out after the end of season 6, to the point where I hardly checked in on fandom at all going into 7 until the rumblings of possible canon Bi Buck reached me and I doubled back like "hold on, for real this time?" But when I say Check Out, I mean I was ready to walk away from the hyperfixation with a joint lack of satisfaction with canon & firm conviction that Buck was queer.

Things with Eddie are a lil different- and I want to try and keep this bit brief bc this is ultimately a post about Buck and Bucktommy and I have no interest in unsettling those of you who may have a queer reading connection to Eddie as real as the one I feel for Buck, but unfortunately this conversation cannot exist separately from the Eddie/Buddie of it all- I personally don't think Eddie is queer. I don't really think I ever did, even when I was in the thick of it with falling for Buddie. I know me saying this would cause certain audience to pelt me with accusations of fetishizing Buck or treating Eddie as nothing more than a vehicle for Queer Buck via Buddie- false! I actually think Eddie is an incredibly fascinating character, a deeply compelling representation of grief and fatherhood and masculinity, and also a hilariously weird lil bitch guy. I just don't feel like- especially having removed fanon glasses while actually starting to watch the show, and taking the time to acknowledge that the things about Buddie that appealed to me on a romantic level (this is NOT about their friendship which i stand by being beautiful and important) all boiled down elements I was reading within and onto BUCK specifically, not Eddie. Perhaps an impossible concept for some, the idea that Bi Buck could feel so real and apparent to me primarily divorced from the idea that Eddie had to be queer as well, but I won't bore you with my explanations for it, though I suspect the people tagged and still reading by this point know exactly what I am talking about.

All of this potentially obnoxious prologue to say, I've spent the last however many months falling in love with canon Bi Buck *insert footage of me speed running back into my daily fandom involvement/blog check ins the moment I knew Buck kissed a man*, with Bucktommy, and with Bucktommy fans.

For a long while there I had resigned myself to an odd, though perhaps not as unique as I thought, reality of loving and fully believing in Queer Buck, not necessarily feeling the same about Eddie or Buddie, but also in full agreement with many that already 6 seasons in with literally nothing else having remotely worked, Buddie would be the only satisfying conclusion for Buck's love story. This is again not exactly how I felt about Eddie- but a big part of that for me is that I don't think Eddie's primarily story in 911 is a love story. He's the vessel for telling other important, beautiful stories about fatherhood and forgiveness and that is OKAY bc not every characters story is a love story!!! Evan Buckley's is though (Despite some very weird and confusing things mr stark has just said about his character that actively contradict what hes previously said and what audiences have been looking at and for this entire time, but I digress)

But then! By whatever happy accident we want to call it 911 had Tommy Kinard fall back into its lap as the solution to what felt like the impossible: They found the ONE way they could introduce a non Eddie Diaz love interest for Buck that COULD be satisfying for Bucks story. Someone with connections to the 118 and the shows history and potential for further development within main storylines as his job directly pertains to their plots. Someone with such compelling connections for interweaving these two characters that it got us- including the showrunner- talking about the Red String of Fate. That it got some of the beloved tumblr pals I had been watching for years, who NEVER would have believed they'd ever root for a Buck endgame that wasnt Buddie doing exactly that, and with joy, love, and conviction. Again I'll ask, what else were me and my Buck loving brain to do but take Bucktommy into the folds and never let go? (apparently I hadn't considered that there was apparently horrifying alternative- more on that next!)

As you all damn well know, falling in love with Bucktommy has not come without its trails. I have never seen things in fandom as vile as the things I've seen go down here. And as I mentioned before, I've been IN IT with yall for a while, even if you didnt know it. I was here, lurking, and I know this fandom has had its highlight reels of racism and misogyny and harassment (despite certain factions current batshit consensus that things were "never bad" before *gasp* a couple of people, some over the ancient age *double gasp* of 30 heard about bucktommy through tumblr the same damn way the 90% of you who havent been watching since season 1 heard about buddie and decided to invest)

What happened tonight made me cry, for about 40 minutes straight. And yeah, its been a devastating week for us all for a lot of reasons. On top of the ~national dread (I'm a lesbian in the US btw) today was my 7th out of 9 straight days of open to close shifts in a demanding retail/management position, and I have a head cold so maybe this was just a Breaking Point after a whole lotta shit.

But also, maybe, it was really fucking shitty to watch this play out. I've already seen countless people say it better than I could. Yeah, its a tv show. It's a fictional ship. But its also escapism, a spot of joy many of us were extra dependent on this week. It was something GOOD, queer representation and a love story on national tv days after a horrifying reality set in for queer people, and we are allowed to acknowledge how much losing that sucks just on a general level for a second...

Second over, now lets talk not on the general level. Lets talk about how I've watched real human beings get harassed, sent death threats, be told they are faking cancer and failing to properly grieve dead loved ones, I've watched deeply homphobic language be adopted and incorporated into everyday use despite constant correction and pleas from queer men to knock it the hell off, I've watched homophia as a whole run rampant and unchecked by big blogs, with some biphobia to boot, I've seen some images of horrific anti gay violence and historical trauma invoked as a way to make fun of others, I've seen lesbianism slandered and proffered as an excuse for such vile behavior in a disgusting erasure of the beautiful solidarity that has historically existed between gay men and lesbians in the face of homophobia, and yes, I've seen graphic descriptions of child rape via targeted fanfiction attacks.

Again, others have already said it better than I can: This isn't about Bucktommy. It's about the way that everyone who was Pulling for them as a couple, who DARED to *checks scribble on hand* enjoy a canon queer mlm couple featuring a character (or two) they've grown to care deeply for, has been subjected to all the above mentioned and more, and for...what. For. What.

In the name of a fanon couple that has not been legitimized by the writers in 7 years? of a fanon character interpretation of a canonically straight man (not just assumed straight, verbally assigned straight now on multiple occasions) that people cannot fathom perceiving this show, let alone liking these characters, without? For the version of this story that, if the writers REALLY wanted to happen could have happened so many fucking times by now- especially when the show was coming to what might have been its end in s6- and still hasn't? A version that has been dismissed multiple times by the writers cast crew and every other unfortunate individual who has been harassed repeatedly about it?

And I'm not here to say Buddie is inherently bad!!!! It brought me into this same as the rest of you. I don't even believe it would necessarily be a bad or wrong conclusion for either character or the show were it to eventually, finally happen!! But for the love of god, hear me when i say from the outsider pov of someone who has experience the show in the way I did first through fandom then stepping back to watch for real and now watching it with my mother who is a near Exact representation of the general audience of this show (experienced Procedural watcher, no idea about Buddie or fandom interpretation, had no sense of gay eddie to speak of, and is not shocked but pleasantly surprised by and endeared by Bi Buck) you are SEVERELY deluded if you think what happened tonight by breaking up Bucktommy "makes sense" to any audience outside of buddies who've been writing manifestos for years about how every single thing in this show is "carefully, intentionally, clearly" leading to Buddie canon. I swear to you the people at home do not fucking see it. The people at home saw Buck in a nice, developing relationship that finally seemed to be going somewhere real for him after discovering an important part of his identity late in life, and then they saw that relationship abruptly ended and Buck heartbroken, going to sit with his best, still straight, bud Eddie Diaz. The ONLY people this makes sense for are the people who I am afraid it seems may have legimately bullied this into happening.

And if that is the case? We are sooo far fucking past the point of no return here. There is no true satisfaction in a Buddie canon endgame here for anyone who's lived through the past half a year in this fandom unless you were a perpetrator of any of the horrific shit mentioned above. I mean that with my whole fucking chest. If, and i do think it is a Big Fucking Fat if, Buddie does happen, and you find yourself no qualms happy and satisfied with it as your well earned endgame, I hope you know how rotted you are. And while I'm at it, I hope some way some how you come to see that this was not the carefully crafted beautifully developed loved story of all time you were gods bravest soldier in waiting for. Its just what left after years of meandering storytelling and cyclical character "development" with a bow slapped on top at the last moment because the gift giver was afraid you might kill them if they presented less.

Anyway. I said a million words ago that this was a love letter, and I do mean that. As much as its also been an mental health exercise for me to write this all out. So,

@kinardbuckleys @bucksboobs @kirkaut @tevankinkley @userautumn @sunglassesmish @tommyscurls @ohithankyou @buckxtommy @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @firewasabeast

(And so many other people I'm surely forgetting, and the few artists and writters on other platforms I dared to venture to- maybe never opening twitter again after this xoxo)

Thank you. You don't know me, I never quite got over the anxiety of trying to re-enter a fandom space after a time away, or maybe some of the imposter syndrome or embarrassment I felt accidentally falling in love with this show and Buck by just watching you all talk about him before anything else. But for the last few months, some of you years, you've been my community, my escape. I've loved watching your brains and your hearts work to discuss and create, even amidst the absolute shittiest fandom behavior Ive ever seen. And I am as grateful for getting to experience it from a far as I am devastated at the thought of losing it, of not individually typing in all your blog names (I was too anxious to even FOLLOW you guys truly rip) to see what new content or spec or art or love you had to share about Buck / Bucktommy every day.

In another life- one where idk perhaps people were kinder or showrunners weren't bullied and actors weren't dropped last minute after months of torment and a satisfying canon queer love story for a character who genuinely needs it could just Be in peace- I would have loved to one day put on my big girl pants (aka saved Buck url) joined the fandom for real. To have directly talked to any of you in a way that wasnt... this.

I would have loved to love Bucktommy with you.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @diazsdimples @tizniz and @diazheartsbuckley for the tags!

Here's a little snippet from the upcoming chapter of Things We're All Too Young to Know which I promise I am TRYING to finish.

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“The twelfth floor is the one that collapsed,” the IC says. “The elevator is down. The stairs are covered in debris. There are still two floors above it full of people who need evacuating, and the injured people on the twelfth floor.”

Twelve stories means the damage is isolated to a bit higher than the ladder truck reaches. 

“Air support has been contacted, but we have to be incredibly careful,” the IC continues. “All excess movement increases the chance of further structural failure.”

Eddie thinks as the IC and Bobby talk about their lack of options. He understands the predicament; he’s done a rescue in a collapsing highrise before, after all. Where they’d been running out of options and time…

An idea strikes. 

“Where’s the elevator car stopped?” He asks the IC, inserting himself into the conversation. 

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No pressure tagging @pantsaretherealheroes @goldenbcnes @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @aroeddiediaz

@theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @buckleybabyblues

@mangacat201 @daughterofscotland @wellcollapse @evanbegins @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

@wildlife4life @adarkermiserablecrow @epicbuddieficrecs

@watchyourbuck @buddieswhvre @your-catfish-friend @l0v3t0hat3y0u

@lyricfulloflight @kwills91 @bidisasterevankinard

[monstermoviedean]

Omg ur so real for the whole “should jimmy novak be cas’ biggest/greatest regret”. i have a whole laundry list of things he could insert instead but if ur willing id love to know what you think should be up there as things he regrets most lmfao. (totally feel free 2 ignore this no matter what!!! obviously free country free website etc etc but also i promise im not trynna stir the pot im genuinely just curious as well as… drunk And therefore possibly entirely tone deaf... 2 b honest)

4 me it would be the whole purgatory thing and the leviathans getting loose as a result (as well as cas and dean getting stuck in purgatory) like. Lowkey. i don’t blame cas for Bobby dying i truly don’t hold that resentment in my heart but it’s an unavoidable fact that leviathan dick roman would never have killed Bobby if cas didn’t do what he did despite warnings from not just dean sam and bobby but also from Balthazar and the Fate girlie (i forget her specific name lol something with an A) and tbh there may be more characters who warned/cautioned/told him not do it (there also may not be other characters but yk gotta cover my bases)

also cas breaking the wall in Sam’s mind was because of the whole busting open purgatory situation so that’s a 3rd consequence of that decision. andddd also cas’ whole staunch refusal to deal with the consequences of HIS actions (episodes Reading Is Fundamental - where he wakes up in the hospital - until essentially halfway through the finale) by saying he doesn’t fight anymore etc etc just avoiding everything Negative even though all the Negative things he’s avoiding are literally his responsibility (and Crowley’s , to be fair, but Crowley is also the literally king of hell we expect this behavior and disregard for humanity from him so I don’t rlly think it can be held against him. It’s essential to his characterization).

Anyways like I said feel free to ignore this I just saw ur post/tags and it made LOL

oh my gosh THANK YOU! no i'm so happy to talk about this and so happy you sent this.

you hit some big ones for me! and i want to be clear that i don't want to assign feelings to cas. i am not saying "cas should feel bad" or "cas not feeling 'bad enough' indicates he himself is bad." i am saying, if i were cas, there are things i would regret as much or more than the novaks. and while i think some of these are things cas regrets in canon, others are not. i am also totally okay with the "bad writing" excuse to explain why the novaks are stated to be a bigger regret than any of these things, given it's somewhat of a throwaway line in a buckleming episode.

anyway, in no particular order:

breaking sam's wall. 100%. here is an excellent recent post from @scoobydoodean regarding how that decision was cruel, and intentionally so. you could say that cas "redeemed himself" by taking on sam's hell trauma, but 1) that's not the same as regret and 2) that doesn't undo the suffering sam (and dean and bobby to a lesser extent) endured as a result of cas' decision.

the leviathans getting out. that's a lot of carnage and i don't think it's unfair to say this is cas' fault. unintended, for sure, but a consequence of his actions. (i don't blame cas for bobby's death either but i get what you're saying)

everything you said about refusing to deal with the consequences of his actions. YES. i don't have additional examples atm but i think there are others.

the fact that by season 13 there are only a dozen or so angels left. that's not 100% on cas. heaven lost angels in seasons 4 and 5, and angels fought for and against cas in the war against raphael in season 6. but he also killed angels for not bending the knee to him. he killed angels like balthazar for questioning him. angels were lost rescuing him from purgatory. angels were lost in the fall, which was sealed with his grace (though not his intent). and more angels fought for him in season 9. he does have some angel blood on his hands (though certainly not all of it!).

i'm still mad about him torturing aaron birch.

also maybe not something he should regret, but i think it would be nice if he apologized to dean for abandoning and running from him in purgatory. i'm also iffy on whether to include lucifer - cas does bear a lot of responsibility for everything that happens with lucifer after cas says yes to him, but i also know that cas suffers greatly because of that decision. i am not suggesting cas needs to "do penance" but i think cas thinks he does, and being possessed by lucifer would feel like penance enough for letting him out.

[diazsdimples]

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It’s snowing!!

A snowstorm in my inbox!! 21 frosty sentences just for you (we're pretending that last section in the speech marks is one sentence okay)!

Frostpunk AU ❄️

Hope surges through Buck at the news – it’s the closest thing either of the Diazes have made in terms of visible progress and he clings onto it like a lifeline, Bobby’s words from a few days prior echoing in his head. “Do you think he’d be able to hear me, you know, if I talked to him?” Buck asks Hen later that morning. She’s doing her routine cares on Edmundo, checking his IV sites to make sure they haven’t tissued and taking his vital signs, and Buck hovers around her, his fingers itching to thread through Edmundo’s steadily lengthening hair. “Who, Christopher?” Hen asks as she turns Edmundo’s hand over in hers, checking the length of his nails and the colour of the IV site. “I mean, both of them really, but yeah, Christopher,” Buck replies, shifting restlessly from one foot to another. “I was thinking of reading to him, so he knows he’s not alone.” Hen give Buck an almost sad smile, ones that he’s become more and more familiar with as the days have passed. He’s seen it on Hen’s face as she works and watches him keep constant vigil at the Diazes bedsides, and Bobby and Athena’s whenever they come and check on him. Maddie doesn’t try hide her sadness behind a smile, he sees it whenever he walks into a room these days. Be careful with yourself, Evan. Don’t get too attached. Yeah, well, Buck’s never been very good at listening to instructions, even if it’s for his own good. “I’m sure he’d really appreciate it if you read to him, Buck, that’s a good idea,” Hen replies, and Buck’s already pushing through the tent flaps and pelting down the icy streets before he knows what he’s doing. It’s -30 degrees Celsius today, fairly mild for this time of year. The sun hasn’t quite crested over the big ridge that shelters the city, leaving the streets and buildings sparkling with icy dew from the frozen night. The slats of streets are still slippery with black ice, and more than once Buck has to grab onto a streetlamp to stop him from slithering sideways as he takes a turn too quickly. He reaches his tent in record time, sporting a new scrape on his knee from a misjudged corner, and shrugs off his coat, barely sparing a moment to brush the snow off his pants before continuing on his mission.

[insert this snippet about the Princess Bride here]

With the book clutched tight to his chest, Buck makes his way back to the med tent, this time with much more care. There’s a new chair waiting for him between Edmundo and Christopher’s beds, this one lined with furs and complete with a small section that pulls out, should he want to prop his feet up. There’s no indication of who made the switch, but Buck sees what looks suspiciously like the back of Bobby’s head over in the supply section of the tent, and Buck’s throat constructs a little. He settles himself down on the chair, kicking his boots off, and leans over Christopher’s side, speaking quietly to the kid. “Hey bud, it’s Buck. I- I don’t know if you can hear me but I’ve bought a book with me today, and thought I’d read it to you. My sister used to read it to me when I was little, and it always made me feel safe so I figured I’d do the same for you.”

Tagging friends who have shown interest in this work

@neverevan @cal-daisies-and-briars @exhuastedpigeon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @jesuiscenseedormir @theotherbuckley

Make me write things!!

[shaampoo]

Hey quick question to the smiling critters fandom cause I'm making a fic and idk if I should tag it as Psychological horror or comedy or both (poll near the end before the death headcanons), and some headcanons on how the smiling critters died

If I made a fic where the smiling critters reincarnated , like, all of them, and they reincarnated into the cartoon world

BUT (and here's kinda where I find it a comedy) they don't know everyone else reincarnated, and they're pretending they didn't reincarnate (cause they don't want the others to worry about them/ think they're weird in case the other critters didn't reincarnate, and they really don't want to ruin their second chance), and they keep getting into scenarios where like "did the others reincarnated or no??" And maybe they also think only some of them reincarnated

(I headcanon they died one by one, catnap being last, so they don't know if the others died as well, so they don't know if they reincarnated as well)

So it's a kinda a comedy of scenarios where they're like "who's reincarnated??" "I hope they don't think I'm acting weirdly" and some "I hope they don't realize I'm not they're actually [insert character here], and hopefully they don't realize I somehow replaced them"

Then the reason why it's psychological horror :

Well, since they all died, and most of the reason due to catnap and stuff, they're kinda walking on eggshells, not knowing if they can trust they're friends

(I headcanon [sourced from PickyPiggy's cutout] that PickyPiggy ate KickinChicken, CraftyCorn and BubbaBubbaphant, so yeah, definitely some trauma there, and maybe PickyPiggy starved to death [I think she said "still hungry..." In her cutout after all])

And maybe retaining some fears from how they died and trauma from the past life that that they kinda have to repress cause they don't want the others to worry (since they don't know if they're even their friends, and if they would understand, [so maybe angst as well in the tags,that's one hell of a whiplash if I decide to include all three tags lol])

Anyways, onto the headcanons of how they died, and how this might affect how they act in the fic

Catnap and Dogday:

We already know how they died, Catnap with a painful boop and Dogday getting possessed, so no headcanon needed there (though, it wasn't really said Dogday died, but I'm pretty sure I would die if that happened to me, but maybe Dogday is built different, who knows)

So Dogday is probs scared of catnap, like everyone else (and probably dislikes catnap, especially when he said "that...thing...Catnap" like, zamn)

PickyPiggy:

Seeing in her cardboard cutout saying "Still hungry..." I'm guessing she starved to death or something, so she's probably more hungry in the fic, OR she doesn't like eating anymore

Craftycorn, KickinChicken and BubbaBubbaphant:

Seeing how PickyPiggy said "Seared Unicorn, Grilled chicken, Flayed elephant, yum!" (or something like that), and then "hey, wanna be my friend?" Guessing PickyPiggy ate them. So the three probably hate and/or are scared of PickyPiggy, and maybe everytime they hear her stomach growl they just tense up and get a meal ready (or just bolt)

BobbyBearhug:

I'm guessing she got lost, seeing like, on her cardboard cutout she said she was lost and stuff and "you won't leave me, right?" So I'm guessing she and her companion (may e they were searching for supplies or traveling or something) got lost / split up, and BobbyBearhug eventually died while lost, so yeah, maybe some abandonment issues for her,

HoppyHopscotch:

Guessing she fell to her death, seeing as like, her cardboard cutout screams "JUMPPPPP!" so I'm guessing she jump through a big home while running away from someone (maybe catnap) and tried to jump over the big hole (there's lots in playcare after all) but fell to her death, I also kinda theories she might've been with BobbyBearhug at the time, and tried to jump with BobbyBearhug but may e BobbyBearhug hesitated, and saw HoppyHopscotch fall to her doom, may e HoppyHopscotch even abandoned BobbyBearhug just to try and jump to the other side, which would probably make BobbyBearhug more traumatized (poor girl, frfr), anyways, so probably some fear of heights for HoppyHopscotch

Anyways, if you guys got your own theories, don't be afraid to tell me! I like reading theories about characters I like, and if you guys got like, any scenarios I can do for my fic that would be cool too (since I'm opting for a more show-like fic, since they reincarnated into a cartoon world where they're kinda like in a show so the chapters are kinda like episodes I guess, idk how to explain it lol)

Also, Dogday and Catnaps names are probably the shortest cause they're the main two characters, thus, it's better to have shorter and more recognizable names, especially since the show Is catered to more younger audiences, (though, it makes less sense if you view Catnap as the newest member [especially since Catnap plush was recalled and stuff, ] but may e he's the guy they add when the show is losing popularity to boost ratings, but there's no way Smiling Critters loses popularity)

[asteria-argo]

insert rose emoji here

More from Disaster Prone Cheerleaders, because I am currently obsessed with it and I'm hoping posting about it will motivate me to finish it.

“Do these two teenagers have names?” “Buck and Eddie.” “What kind of a name is Buck?” Chimney asked, nose wrinkled. “What kind of a name is Chimney?” Hen shot back, turning to look at Bobby “what were they even doing on the roof of that building? it’s been red tagged for years after a fire took it out.” Bobby made a face, like he wasn’t sure if he could really believe the words out of his mouth as he said, “According to dispatch, homework.” “Is that a euphemism?” Chimney asked.

[spnfanficpond]

November/December 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Five-Finger Discount by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This story is so smartly written - so many fantastic descriptions and lines of dialogue and it flows so beautifully. I didn’t want it to end. If you don't already have an obsession with Dean's hands, you will by the end of this fic.

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Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium

A New Form by Kenophobia (AO3)

I'm nominating this story because it introduced me to a new tag I really like now: "Shapeshifter Dean" Sam is bossy (and Dean actually obeys!) Bobby is in there! John dies! And other cool things I don't want to spoil. Also, it's gen.

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Said the Salmon to the Sea by @bendingsignpost

A mesmerizing (or mermaid-rising?) Dean-centric story about change, about the fact that it comes whether we want it to or not, and how the heck we deal with it. “If this is as far as we can go, it’s as far as we can go,” Dean says with a heavy shrug. Slowly, Sam says, “It’s as far as I can go.” “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

The Angel of Emetgis V by Kayliemanlinza (AO3)

I read this as part of the Dean/Cas Reversebang 2022 (with beautiful art by @missaceriee) and the concept of true-form Castiel as an alien meeting "grease-monkey" Dean in deep space is compelling as much as how love is expressed between species. (Here is the original DCRB post that made me discover the story)

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw

This story was written for me for the Secret Santa hosted on the Pond. It's a lovely fic with Ketch/GN!Reader, something there kind of is a lack of (both with GN and Male reader inserts). And like, also with Ketch lol it was a really nice pick-me-up as I'm not having the best of times right now, and it made me read an author I didn't know before, so it's a win-win Situation!

Follow That Car! by Mrs_SimonTam_PHD (AO3)

A really nice, short Ketch/Dean story with a side of murder. "I wish to fuck you, Dean" is forever embedded in my brain.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Spotless by @stusbunker

This is a Dean x reader AU with SO MUCH DELICIOUS PINING!!!! And now Bela's involved! And the reader gets to watch Dean and Bela make heart eyes at each other!! SO MUCH YUMMY ANGST!!!

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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

Care and Feeding by foolishgames (AO3)

Sam is somehow turned into a cat. The best stories are the first and last ones if you are not an S/D reader, then can be read as mostly Gen.

Dissecting the Bird by nigeltde (AO3)

♥♥♥ Just right.

The Witch and the Wolfen by meus_venator (AO3)

I love everything about this story- meus has an amazing talent and this is one I reread often- plus, it just got a second story!

Sounds Like Truth Feels Like Courage by Sprinkle888 (AO3)

Well-written SPN story. Gen, no pairing, but it doesn’t need one. Sam binds them together with some MoL magic rings and finding out how they work is a riot. Some angst, temp character death, but ends happily. 10/10 recommend. Also posted on my Tumblr.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Slither by Tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this story! The show of cultural differences between Dean and Castiel that even the reader will miss the cues. Lol! The conversation about sex was hilarious especially since Dean doesn’t ask. 😂 Wait until you read the word “clasp”. Poor Dean. Look up the word: hemipene. This stems all the hilarity in the fic. Just wait. Just wait. It’s hilarious!! SPOILER: Castiel is a naga refugee that is half human and half beautiful snake, and Sam basically “adopted” him as a charity project that turns into Dean’s charity project that ends up making him very happy very quickly.

Rubber Duckie Boots by Hexentaenzerin (AO3)

This such an adorable meet-cute. I love it! I also love that Dean wears rubber duckie boots while videoing carpet cleaning videos for his business, which Castiel absolutely loves to watch. Just can’t get enough of seeing Dean in those boots. Castiel even buys a rug to try to get Dean to notice him. **squee** It’s great! The ending is so Dean and Castiel. ❤️❤️❤️

Weighted by Tiamatv and amireal (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. I admit I wish there was more especially with Dean exploring this new aspect of himself and with Castiel. Curious to see what their bumps in the road are and how they handle it.

Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind by Fathersalmon (AO3)

First, this is smut. Second. It is fucking hilarious! I rarely find crack in smut. You have to read this hilarity. Dean’s sassy mouth is just amazing in this while Castiel just ignores him. 🤣 If you want to laugh, read this!

Firelight Glow by bleuzombie (AO3)

I just love how it progresses and the ending is great though. It’s so sweet and fluffy. Their connection is so tangible the reader can feel it like the characters do. It also has Trans Dean Winchester, which I always love to read, especially by @bleuzombie who knows how to write them so authentically and truthfully.

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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester

Stray Hearts by blujay44 (AO3)

It's definitely a weird one, but I really like how fluffy it is. Really, though, it's weird... but it's a feel-good one, especially when Jensen comforts Jared.

Pastiche (orphaned work on AO3)

This is literally one of my favorite SPN fics ever. I reread it a lot. Features Autistic!Jensen and loveable goldenretriever Jared who just wants to get to know his neighbor.

Flash by ellia (AO3)

Short, sweet, almost possessive... Also features my two favorite boys: Jensen and Christian.

For the Taking by veronamay (AO3)

Steamy, sexy, bdsm, Jared and Jensen. What more could you ask for??

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Son by @kittenofdoomage

I really love the idea of Sam and Dean being the bad guys! The story as a whole is so goood!

Blood and Honey by @kittenofdoomage

Dark!Winchesters are my favorite kind of tropes! This is such a great story, very well written!

Baklavas For Your Birthday by @cloverhighfive

This is very cute!!!

Muddy Soul by @impala-dreamer

This is so good! Its very dark at times and you absolutely need to mind the tags! But this is such a great series!

Strangers by @smellingofpoetry

Very cute story!! I liked it!!!

I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine by @heavenssexiestangel

Very cute! Very fluffy!!!! I liked it!!!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[princelancey]

15 Questions

Thank you for tagging me in this @f1-disaster-bi

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope! I was gonna be named gráinne after my great gran but then my parents saw 'sorcha' and liked that

2. When was the last time you cried?

I've been crying all week because of allergies, maybe? but like proper crying maybe 2 weeks ago? I have no concept of time but yeah Uni is super stressful so i've had a few stress cries recently

3. Do you have kids?

nope, and tbh the chance of me getting pregnant are super low so that'll probably stay a no

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

yes, so many. Hurling/Camogie (you should check this out its so cool, its a 3000 year old sport and played at an insane speed, the top level is still amateur), one singular day of Gaelic football (i was beyond bad, turns out i needed glasses lmao), swimming, rounders, and finally the loml Archery. I needed to keep busy as a child 😅😅

5. Do you use sarcasm?

the day i don't is the day i'm dead

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

their facial expression, trying to see how they're feeling, where is their attention at (lowkey this is a trauma thing)

7. What is your eye colour?

greyish blue, with the hazel central heterochromia

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings by a mile, I'll cry but they'll be happy tears

9. Any talents?

I'm good with my hands? does that count, I can pick up a like hands on craft thing really quickly. No party tricks though

10. Where were you born?

in the hospital across the road from my house

11. What are your hobbies?

Embroidery! I love it and am very annoyed that I don't have the time for it right now with all that's going on with uni :( I have a lance triptych that i need to finish and hopefully i'll get that started after august.

I've also gotten back into reading, fiction that is, I have spent an inordinate amount of time reading scholarly stuff, so if anyone has recommendations please share, Lance nation bookclub let's go

12. Do you have any pets?

YES! my sweet baby boy Bobby. I say baby he turned 13 in February so he's getting up there, he's a beagle and a cuddle monster. I love him to bits, he follows me everywhere, sits on my feet to be as close as possible and perfected the puppy dog eyes a long time ago (insert pictures here when i get to my phone)

13. How tall are you?

5'6" (166 or 67cm?)

14. Favorite subject at school?

easily History, I went on a did it college and am currently doing a masters in museum studies so you will not be getting me away from the old stuff. We had an amazing history teacher in secondary school, @f1-disaster-bi can attest to that and she was super encouraging and really nurtured the love of history I had so yeah, making it my job

15. Dream job?

yeah so like i said above i'm doing museum studies at the minute so the dream is the work in a museum. I'd love to work in the education side of museums, sort of a pay it forward vibe with the love of history, outreach programmes and museum events that kind of thing.

that was fun, hope you all feel like you know me a little better now <3 I'm tagging @rockingpeeble @abovecalamity and @no00000000 as always, no pressure we're all here to have fun

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

20 - Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of pregnancy, Tyler beats someone up for Gee

A/N: With this chapter the story is caught up to all other places I've posted and I am planning to update weekly from here on out so definitely look out for new chapters of this story and new ones of Delicate (Jake's Version) because those are in the same 'sacred timeline' but I may write offshoots or one-shots and dive into reader inserts...not quite sure yet! But enjoy anyway! I loved writing this one!

Tags: @djs8891

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There was one small fair at the end of the month that Boone and Tyler went to every year near Little Rock, so they decided to take a drive, testing out some modifications on the new truck. Tyler’s truck was all up to speed, all the instrumentation and mechanical pieces working flawlessly. Boone’s was giving them some issues. After Tyler welded the roll cage onto the frame, Boone noticed a significant dip in power, and it seemed like the turbo was struggling. Tyler suggested maybe a long drive, to see if anything would break down, and if it did, they’d get it towed to Bobby’s and get it up on the commercial lift to really get a look at it. The Arkansas State Fair was a good distance and it was plenty of fun to be had. Georgia was feeling better too, so Tyler wanted to take advantage of that and get her out of the house. 

The big draw on the day they went was the truck pulling and the team roping. Tyler and his brother, Jake, used to compete every year at the truck pulls. They’d beaten up a few trucks in the process. Tyler would never pull the one he had now as he’d afraid to break anything in the front end. Boone considered for a moment maybe doing one pass for the Road Modified class, but then decided that was a bad idea. They’d sat in the stands watching the suped up trucks for a bit before they all decided they were hungry. Lily and Boone headed off toward the chili stand and then to get fried dough. 

Georgia waited for her and Tyler’s food at the sausage and peppers sandwich stand. Tyler loved a hearty sausage and hot pepper sub and Georgia got a Philly cheesesteak with the works. He’d stepped away for a few moments to take a piss, but had been stopped by some fans of his Youtube channel to sign autographs and take a few pictures.

Georgia felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see a man in blue jeans, a fire engine red button down shirt that had all sorts of logos on it from sponsors, a dusty tan cowboy hat, and a giant NFR champion belt buckle. Georgia sighed and glanced around, looking for Tyler.

“Skylar...what are you doing here?” She asked the man, who had pulled her into a hug. She wrinkled her nose, noticing he smelled like sweat and cow shit. He pulled away from her and leaned against the counter of the stand and smirked. 

“Still team roping? What are you doin’ here pretty lady?” He asked, looking her up and down. 

“Skylar please.” She said, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest. She was trying her best to look uncomfortable so that someone, anyone might save her. He leaned closer to her.

“What, you're not available anymore baby? Don't tell me you're here with some dumb city boy.” He said, his hands on his hips as he got even closer to her. She could smell the cheap whiskey on his breath, and she tried to back away further but bumped into someone.

“I’m actually here with a smart cowboy...” She said, and apologized to the person she’d bumped into. 

“Nah, you’re not seeing anyone...you said you’d wait for me, honey.” Skylar grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. She could see the lust in his eyes as his grip tightened on her and she prayed for Tyler to come back. 

“She’s actually waiting for me...” She heard a deep voice growl as a strong arm popped into view, separating her and Skylar. “Get yur fuckin’ hands off her!” 

“Oh, if it ain’t Tyler muthafuckin’ Owens! Honey you’re datin’ a Youtube star now? Well, well, well. Seems you’ve moved up in the world, baby.” Skylar teased and Tyler pushed him back and stood in front of Georgia. She grabbed for his bicep, trying to hold him back. She knew her efforts would be futile, especially with how handsy Skylar had gotten. She could feel his coiled muscles, ready to strike if Skylar tried anything else. 

“Nice to see you buddy. Didn’t know you and Georgia were back together. She’s so finicky. Gotta keep it interesting huh? Chasin’ Naders might scratch that itch for a bit, but when she was with me, she was always lookin’ at Beau...and Flash...and Johnny. Always wantin’ the next best thing. Guess she’s into famous Youtubers now.” Skylar taunted and Tyler was doing everything he could to not kill the guy right here and right now. He got in Tyler’s face and poked him in the chest, a teasing grin across his lips. “Guess I should be honored I got your sloppy seconds after you got fucked up by that bull...”

And that was it. Tyler wound up and swung, one-shotting Skylar in the face. Georgia definitely heard something crunch and she didn’t know if it was Skylar’s skull or Tyler’s hand. The team roper fell to the ground like a ton of bricks, which parted the crowd of people. Skylar stood and wobbled side to side before repositioning his own nose with a loud crack. Tyler went to hit him again but felt an arm wrap around his bicep.

“Tyler, he’s not worth it and you know it.” Georgia said, and Tyler couldn’t help but agree. Skylar took flight, running toward the chutes and a police officer had come over.

“Everything good here?” He asked and Tyler nodded.

“Sorry sir, just protecting my wife. She’s pregnant and that guy was trying to make a move on her.” Tyler explained and the cop tilted his head and looked at her. 

“That how it went, ma’am?” He asked and Georgia nodded and said “Yessir.”

“Well then, guess I can’t do much then. Just don’t let it happen again...Hey, aren’t you Tyler Owens? Can I get a picture with ya?” The cop said and Tyler smirked. He pulled Georgia into the picture and then his name was called for his food. Tyler shook the cops hand, they grabbed their food and headed back to the stands.

“That was fuckin’ wild...hey...what he said about Beau, Flash, and Johnny...was that true?” Tyler asked and as they sat down Georgia shook her head.

“No. Skylar was super jealous, and I made sure that I never let him call me his girlfriend. He would see me talkin’...just talkin’ to other guys, and he would get pissed. He especially hated it when I heeled for Beau ‘cause we’d always beat him and Johnny. None of anythin’ with Skylar meant shit, Ty. You are the only one who’s ever meant anythin’ to me, I swear.” Georgia explained and Tyler smiled warmly. “Also...did you just tell that cop we’re married? And pregnant? Can’t wait to see the youtube comments about that.”

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Tyler scratched his beard as he stood by his truck, waiting for Georgia to come back from the office building they were parked at. In the current season, there were few storms to chase, and most of them were small, so he kept sending Boone and Lily out. He’d begun a series on the channel highlighting what they were doing with Boone’s truck to get it ‘chase ready’ for next season and that had gained them a lot more subscribers. As he scrolled the comment section though, there were some that were suggesting they were interested in the pretty blond that appeared in the background of some of their videos. And no, they weren't talking about Kate.

Tornadowranglerfan8 commented: hey who’s the blond that’s hanging off Tyler?

Tylerowensfanaccount replied to tornadowranglerfan8: that’s his girlfriend

Tornadowranglerfan8 replied to tylerowensfanaccount: isn’t that the Kate girl?

Tylerowensfanaccount replied to tornadowranglerfan8: nope they were never a thing just working together, the blond with the baseball cap is Georgia Tennley, she’s a barrel racer from Oklahoma

Barrelracingbuddies replied to tylerowensfanaccount: omg that is her! She’s from stillwater! She’s teaching barrels again

Tylerowensfanaccount replied to barrelracingbuddies: oh? Tell me more?

Barrelracingbuddies replied to tylerowensfanaccount: shes on facebook, Tennley-Owens Barrel Horses

Tylerowensfanaccount replied to barrelracingbuddies scuse me???? 

Tornadowranglerfan8 replied to barrelracingbuddies: Tennley-Owens? Wait are you telling me they’re...married?!!

Tylerowensfanaccount commented: where’s Tyler in the comments when you need him???

Boonesbabygirl replied to tylerowensfanaccount: wait Tyler isn’t single anymore? 😫

Rhinestonesnbarrels replied to boonesbabygirl: no he hasn’t been for a while, they were a thing on the rodeo circuit a long time ago and they got back together, Georgia is super nice

Boonesbabygirl replied to rhinestonesnbarrels: do you know her???

Rhinesstonesnbarrels replied to boonesbabygirl: yeah she used to help me with my horse, might ask her for help if shes teaching again

Tylerowensfanaccount replied to rhinestonesnbarrels: OHMYGOD KEEP US POSTED

Tyler shook his head. He wondered if Georgia ever read any of the comments. He let Boone moderate them for the most part so anything terribly rude always got blocked and deleted, like the girls who get a little too horny on main, especially about Tyler. While they’re trying to have people enjoy themselves, Tyler’s not doing this to be sexualized. Anything more than an ‘oh my god, Tyler’s so fine’ gets deleted.

Georgia came out of the office with two sets of papers in her hands. She handed him one.

“Three year old red roan gelding, Rascalcat, by Stevie Rey Von. That’s not a barrel horse, Gee. This things got cuttin’ lines.” Tyler tilted his head and his brows furrowed as he gazed at her while she examined the other set of papers. 

“Yup, that one’s for you.” She said as her lips turned up in a smirk.

“You bought me a horse with the money I gave you to buy horses for yourself?” Tyler blew air from his lips and his hands met his hips as he glanced at her and then up at the sky. Good lord, did he love her.

“Uh-huh.” She affirmed, and patted him on the chest.

“Girl...you just keep surprisin’ me. Well, what’d you get yourself?” He asked, taking the other set of papers from her. “Christ...this thing just came off the track...Tulsa Timber, three year old bay filly...she’ll be fast. You ain’t ridin’ this one when that kid starts gettin’ bigger in there.” Tyler half joked, pointing to her stomach. She glanced down and then smiled up at Tyler. She knew he was serious, and concerned not only for her safety, but also that of their growing child. 

“Yessir, I know. So I’ll have her as started as I can before then. Not like she doesn’t already ride. She just needs to learn the pattern.” Georgia explained and Tyler shook his head and sighed. The broker came out and asked them to follow them out to the barn. Tyler had bought an old, cheap stock trailer off a friend while Georgia’s truck was still in the process of repairs. Once it was functional, Tyler was going to see if he could find a bigger gooseneck trailer for her truck so that she could haul horses to shows if she wanted to, down the line. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit on either of them? They're both rideable. Feel bad if you don’t get what you’re lookin’ for and have to bring them back.” The broker said and Georgia laughed a little.

“No, we’re fine. I wouldn’t pick them if they didn’t sound or look like good fits for us.” She explained and the gentleman smiled and led them to the last stall, where Tyler’s new horse stood. 

“Oh shit, he’s bigger than I thought he’d be.” Tyler said, as the broker handed Tyler the halter. Tyler opened the door and stepped inside, letting the gelding sniff his hand before putting the halter on him. “Hiya, buddy, wait til you see your new home.” Tyler said as he led the red roan out of the stall and toward the trailer. 

Georgia grabbed her filly next, having brought a halter with her to put over her track halter. The filly swished her tail and shook her head as Georgia, being short, tried her best to get the rope halter on in a nice manner and not stress the filly too much. After some antsy jogging out to the trailer, Georgia was surprised that the filly loaded up fairly easily. Both her and Tyler shook the broker’s hand and double checked the horses before hopping into his truck. The puppies greeted them with wagging tails, but they didn’t get up from their pile in the back seat. 

As usual for any road trip, Tyler reached across the center console, placing his hand open and available for Georgia if she wanted to take it, and she always did. She always interlocked her fingers with his. She always rubbed the pads of her fingers against his, always traced the veins on the underside of his well-muscled forearm, making him smirk and bring forth goosebumps. 

Once they were well on their way, Tyler glanced over at her a few times, wondering what he had earlier. “Hey, you ever read the comment sections on any of the videos on the channel?” 

“Occasionally...why?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Just curious. Lots of talk about you and I lately. Just like it used to be on the circuit. R’member when all the team ropers found out you were with me?” He asked, a coy smile permanently plastered to his lips.

“I remember everything from that time, Ty. Sometimes I wish we could go back...but then I think of how perfect everything is right now. I couldn’t ask for anythin’ else. I could never ask for anything more than you.” Georgia said, and Tyler brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to each of her fingers and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his emotions getting the better of him in the moment.

“You’re right, Gee. This is all I’ve ever wanted too. And I can’t wait to live the rest of this life with you.”

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Some weeks later

Georgia stood before Tyler, her bare feet between his, as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were situated on her waist, his head buried in her chest, lips pressed to one of her breasts. Her hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the base of his skull. She tipped her head down, meeting the top of his forehead. She brushed back some of his sweat soaked hair that hung down, and let her lips meet his damp skin. 

His thumbs smoothed over her stomach, thinking of how she was just beginning to show at sixteen weeks into her pregnancy. The bump was barely noticeable, but Tyler knew. All the important people knew. All the people who mattered to Tyler and Georgia knew that they had their first child on the way. In a few weeks time, they’d be able to find out if it was a boy or a girl. They’d be happy with either. They weren’t going to do any crazy gender reveal, but they didn’t know that Boone and Kate had something planned anyway. 

“What do you like for names, darlin’?” Tyler asked softly, as his lips ghosted over one breast and then the other. Georgia kept a gentle hold on his head, her fingers massaging his scalp and making him moan softly at how good it felt. 

“For a girl...I like Katie...and for a boy, Cody.” She said into his hair and he nodded. She asked what he thought too.

“Mmm...Reese for a girl, and Jaycen for a boy.” Tyler murmured and Georgia let a small laugh leave her lips.

“I guess since we don't agree we'll just have to have enough kids so that we get all the names we both want.” Georgia mused and she felt Tyler tense beneath her.

“Careful, Gee. You tease shit like that and I'll make sure it happens. ” Tyler's hands squeezed tighter around her waist and his lips pressed more firmly to her breast. 

“Maybe I was serious.” Georgia whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again. It was such a comforting feeling to him. He let a soft gasp leave his lips as his eyes drifted up to the bountiful curve of her breasts and where they sloped from her collarbones. Her skin was so soft, pure, and lightly tanned from being out in the sun, working horses and playing with the puppies. She had freckles here and there and he loved to count them.

“Fuck...you'd do that, for me?” He asked in disbelief, his voice strained in lust suddenly. The thought of her wanting to give him more children, made his brain all fuzzy. His only thoughts were of making love to her over and over. 

“Ty, I'd do anything for you.” She said, and Tyler swore he heard her voice crackle, full of emotion. He knew it was all the hormones and stress, but he was sure he'd seen Georgia cry more in the past three months than he ever had. Tyler was doing his best to minimize stress also, but he couldn't take it all away. He also knew she felt like she was still making up for lost time. 

Tyler took one of her hands and held it up, palm to palm, splaying her fingers against his. He marveled at how small her hand looked against his and then imagined seeing the size of their child's hand next to both. That made him tear up in happiness. He moved his fingers so they laced in between hers, bringing her hand to his lips and then placing it against his chest, heartbeat still slightly elevated from the physical activities they had engaged in not too long before. 

“How many would you want? If we’re bein’ serious for a second?” Tyler asked and Georgia’s hand stopped at the back of his neck. She pressed her nose into his hair and inhaled softly, the scent of his shampoo filling her nostrils and getting her arousal up again. It wasn’t hard to get excited with Tyler, and it wasn’t always the sex that she craved. She just wanted to be with him, and be as close as she could. She felt so safe in his arms, like nothing could hurt her, and like the agony of her past could just go away if she stayed there.

“Whatever you want, Tyler.” She whispered and she felt him smile against her breast. His lips trailed over the swells of them again and then he grazed his teeth gently over her collarbone as they melded to each other in the comfortable silence of the moment.

[thekristen999]

Seven Sentence Sunday

It’s been a while! I’ve been so busy and I’ve missed out on a lot of other people’s snippets. I’m sorry.  But I’m finally getting back into fandom. I had time to re-read my current story and get into that head space again. I was even able to outline the last 10k words \o/

In celebration of that, here’s a snippet from the Mafia AU.

 Thank you to @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life for all the tags while I was drowning in non-fandom things :)

...

A soft light from the dining room detoured him from his destination.

Keeping his steps quiet, Buck hovered in the doorway, keeping out of sight of where Eddie was sitting at the dining room table.

Eddie was cleaning his weapon.  There was something different about him,  the lines of his body, the energy he exuded. His focus was absolute, the tension in his back and shoulders visible from across the room.

Pieces of the gun were neatly lined up on the dining room table, each one demanding Eddie’s attention. Buck watched transfixed while Eddie applied a few drops of gun lubricant to the cotton mop of the cleaning rod, inserting the rod inside the barrel, careful and precise, then repeating the action to every part of the weapon.

Buck wasn’t sure how long he stood mesmerized by Eddie’s deft fingers, his sharp focus, the easy and practiced way he cleaned the gun.

Buck never liked guns which was odd given his profession. He hated sleeping in a house with them. All the security he’d ever known carried fire power, the people he met did business with were always armed. Even Bobby owned several.

Eddie seemed so at ease with his. A honed, but necessary skill. Like Buck when he mediated meetings with people who could kill him, using strong-armed tactics out of necessity. For the greater good. Or so he told himself.

..

Tagging @andavs @mellaithwen @renecdote @homerforsure @alyxmastershipper @the-likesofus or anyone else who wants to play :)

[queenofbaws]

💖🎶🐀 for Blood of the Covenant, Water of the Womb, please and thank you!! :-)

well oh my good golly gosh, don't mind if i do! ;)c hehehe

💖 What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

hmmmMMM this one's tough, because we haven't gotten to my fav part(s) yet and i don't want to spoil things, soooOOOOOOO here's what i'll say >:)

since blood of the covenant, water of the womb is TECHNICALLY the series and not just oooone lil' old fic........my favorite moment in all in the family is jack watching chris, caleb, and kaylee pop their skin for the first time; my favorite part of like wringing blood from a stone WILL involve a big family argument where too much is said by literally everyone involved*; and there may or may not be two additional (hypothetical) fics where my fav moments involve travis making the mistake of meeting his heroes(?) and a certain someone from bobby's past coming to family dinner

HYPOTHETICALLY. hypothetically. :)c

🎶 Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

I DO!!!!!! outside of the little mini-moodboards i make to promo each chapter, i have a sideblog - @hacketthouse - that's sort of like...a "living" moodboard, if you will, in that i'm always adding stuff to the queue over there! it's really just a bunch of stuff that matches the vibe i'm going for with the whole series. it's moodier/more serious stuff than the things i tag 'the hacketts' here on my main, so just don't expect the same goof-em-ups over there, hehe

i also have a spotify playlist i listen to while writing! it's very very long, there's a lot of weird choices i've made on it, but it's what gets me in the groove when i sit down for a long writing session in north kill ;)

and while i keep TELLING MYSELF i'm going to eventually make a big old edit with the whole fam-damily and the character traits i imagine they have (similar to the promo materials from the quarry), alas, my self-confidence with edits is still pretty low, so...i haven't scrounged up the courage to do that yet, but maybe one of these days!!

🐀 Name three reasons why this WIP is great at being insert genre here.

i think blood of the covenant, water of the womb is great at being a buddy comedy because heheheh nah, i HOPE blood of the covenant, water of the womb is good at being a horror series because

most of the horror isn't coming from the monsters at all, but just the deeply, deeply troubled family foundation and subsequent idea of morality they're working with, which i think is kind of the real horror of the quarry if i'm being honest

there really aren't any "good guys," or at least not traditional ones; just those who have a vague idea of what they're up against and those who most certainly DON'T

so much of these stories is inspired by my own family, and like. this BETTER be halfway decent horror, okay, because please let me get SOMETHING out of what these people have been putting me through lately 🤣🤣🤣

random wip asks!

[bananakarenina]

20 questions writer meme!

Tagged by the wonderful @breakaway71! A little Friday night break to help me jumpstart some writing, hopefully?

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 26

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 219,077

3. What fandoms do you write for? Julie and the Phantoms, though I have a CW Nancy Drew fic percolating!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

our hearts can speak ourselves unseen (first collab with @where-you-go, peterpatterlina + modern cyrano de bergerac)

complications you could do without (remix of crescent moon, peterpatterlina)

for love's sake only (the fake marriage historical/regency au, rulie)

want your midnights (the OG! new year's eve 1994, hint of peterpatter)

heaven above and closer (the other collab with @where-you-go, the 90s road trip coming of age au, julie x luke x reggie x bobby, willex)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Oh gosh. i try, for real, y'all. i often put it off because i want to get a good grade in commenting/responding, which is something real you can achieve, and then i end up not doing it at all. but i love each and every one i receive! i'm just so inconsistent about actually replying.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? hmmmmm. excellent question; even if i write angst i tend to veer toward a happy or at least hopeful ending (example: leave the light on)

actually you know what, heart like a wheel is probably the angstiest if you think about it. it's just that the main character doesn't know it, lol.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? oh gosh. i love a happy ending, so pick one. they're mostly all varying degrees of happy, lol

8. Do you get hate on fics? i have been very lucky so far in that i don't get outright hate, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? it's not the thrust (heh) of what i write, generally, but i have: for love's sake only and its sequel, to love's self alone, are both in the vein of a paperbook romance and are written as such. i do have a carrie x reggie smutfic in the queue though...

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? i can't say that i have! i might nod to another fandom but full crossovers seem so ambitious to me--two different worlds to track, two styles of story. i love reading them, though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? if i have i'm not aware of it...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? @where-you-go are now on our third collab (she, through some sorcery and witchcraft, got me to round robin on a luke x bobby fake dating story one week on here, and we're expanding it to a full fic, hopefully out before the end of the year!) and @daintyduck99 and i have put on that old song, aka the "i can't believe you married a rodeo cowboy" au, also hopefully coming soon! also maybe i'll poke @breakaway71 again about some dialogue i sent her ;)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? i am a proud multi-shipper and you can't make me choose lololol

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? lol is "all of them" a valid answer? kidding. i have been struggling with getting over the finish line with WIPs this year so.

16. What are your writing strengths? dialogue, def. that's my theatre training/playwright classes coming through. i can always tell when i'm tired because my drafts devolve into dialogue only, haha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Oh gosh. endings! i can never seem to wrap things up in a snappy way! also lately stakes. like figuring out what the characters have at stake to lose in terms of the story.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? i'll do it sparingly but i generally avoid whole conversations. my grammar in spanish is terrible and that's the only other language i'd feel comfortable writing any dialogue at all in. maybe i'd ask family about tagalog.

19. First fandom you wrote for? oh man. hahahahahahahaha the real answer might be "self-insert o-town fanfic in which my friends and i fell in love with the band members"? but i think it might be gilmore girls. i do want to archive all my ff.net and livejournal (well, the stuff i can find :( ) things so you may see them on an ao3 near you

20. Favorite fic you've written? oh gosh. i love them all because they're mine! maybe for love's sake only because it really feels like i finished a full novella with that one. or heart like a wheel because i love tertiary character explorations. or want your midnights because it started this whole thing. see, i can't choose. don't make me

Tagging @innytoes, @jmrothwell, @daintyduck99, @invisibleraven, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate in the fun!

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

UPDATE DAY!!!! Whoot whoot (insert happy dance GIF here).

Chapter 8/15, preview below ⬇️

FIC WARNINGS: (take effect in ch 11) Original Character Death, Missing Child, Child Death, Drowning (heed all tags on ao3)

FIC SUMMARY: Julie and Reggie form a deep friendship after meeting through their brothers (“We’re FRIENDS! Stop making it weird!”). He and his friends (and bandmates) help bring her out of the fog of grief, reconnecting her with the music that she’d thought she’d lost with her mother. Over the course of a summer, the tables turn and Julie finds herself showing up for Reggie in ways that they could have never expected.

CHAPTER RELATIONSHIPS: Julie/Luke, Julie & Flynn, Flynn & Reggie, Luke & Reggie, pre-Reggie/Bobby, Flynn & Alex, Julie & Bobby, pre-Carrie/Flynn, Julie & Ray, Julie & Victoria, Victoria & Ray

CHAPTER OPENING SCENE:

The boys leave Julie and Luke to write in peace for as long as they can before interrupting to take her home for dinner. They’ve made solid progress and now that the words are flowing, Julie is feeling a lot more confident in their ability to pull this off. She eats with her family (no, the boys aren’t staying again. Reggie has to go get his brother and they don’t want to intrude. “You’re never an intrusion!”) and then runs up to her room to keep the momentum going. Her and Luke text back and forth before committing to a video call to keep working until she can barely keep her eyes open and heads to bed with melodies and lyrics rolling around in her head. 

They work on the song when the boys make good on their promise to show up at Stevie and Carlos’ game and in any spare moment they can find. It’s completed in good time and they both feel that she’s invested enough into it to credit it as “hers” though everyone is well aware of how rarely songwriting happens in a vacuum. The bass, drum, and guitar parts are fine tuned when they show it to the others and by the weekend, they have a song that all of them are happy with and they’re ready to start rehearsing in earnest. 

Flynn joins Julie on her typical Saturday jaunt to the boy’s studio, excited for a preview of their song.

They play through ‘Edge of Great’ a few times, making small adjustments as they go. When all five of them are comfortable with how it’s sounding and they’re ready for a break, Flynn speaks up. “Didn’t y’all finish another song together too?”

Luke’s eyes go wide and he turns a very effective pair of puppy dog eyes on Julie who laughs, “we didn’t write me into it!”

“Yet!” he rebuts with a grin.

She raises an eyebrow, “yet?”

Luke nods solemnly. “Yet,” he confirms. “But I can hear how your voice will work with it.”

He shows her what he’s hearing and she nods along, picking up exactly what he’s laying out.

When she’s ready, he returns to his spot to start playing and Alex counts them in. She’s intimately familiar with the arrangement already and they decide to run through it without the keyboard. It’s just for fun, after all. And because it’s just for fun, she decides to dance around as she sings, putting on a performance for Flynn and getting lost in the song. 

She makes an in-the-moment executive decision to turn the bridge into a call and response and moves over to Luke, pointing her microphone at him to indicate that he should repeat her lines. As they sing together, Reggie smiles and looks back at Alex who’s watching the duo with a huge grin of his own. Bobby is exchanging his own look with Flynn who is also grinning at the two of them.

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