#2bucks

[swifty-fox]

Tumblr is eating my post for whatever reason but UHHHHH

My Kingdom chapter two is up

[bipedalshroom]

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: I WENT TO SAN JOSE STATE. MY SON DID NOT WANT TO GO TO A STATE SCHOOL. HE WENT TO TCU. HE CALLED MY COLLEGE TWO BUCK U. DMV: TO FUCK YOU? BUCK YOU-HIT YOU? Verdict: DENIED

[houseshoesandtallboys]

RIP TOOBUCK, King of Kentucky

[moon-o-magic]

Dilemma. Good friend has asked me for hand-painted pins. Am willing to do. How do I determine how much my art is worth when I simultaneously believe art should be freely available to the public and cheap as bread AND its a luxury so it shouldnt be a surprise if its expensive.

(No actual need to answer, this is me collecting my thoughts by writing out tags.)

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

[graffitiporn-org]

2buck FST

[kafka-ohdear]

no but whenever i think about clegan, i think about maths because of their nicknames.

like we've got buck and bucky, so it's like:

buck cleven × bucky egan = [(buck + buck) × y] × (cleven + egan). = 2buck × y × (cleven + egan). = 2buck × y × clegan.

[1343-40]

hello everypony i just posted 2buck cringe it's never been more over than now

rating: T

wc: 1,531

tags: ER, fluff?, a vague unspecified weekend pass spent in london, benny goodman mention mota fic bingo card spot

[swifty-fox]

surprise. Chapter two just dropped

Clegan Postwar

got a little silly and decided to post this guy early

[risu5waffles]

sales play, post-game

at least i managed to luckily avoid the Nazi merch shop. it was closed. i hadn't realized it was the Nazi merch shop until i'd pulled up to it, was like "heeeey... the name didn't ring bells, but i remember this place."

i suppose that it shared a name wiv a well-known realgore video might have been a clue (tho', in the only concession i'll make, i don't know when it got that name, so there might not be any connection aside from synchronicity).

but i did a whole whiparound to about five shops, and i managed to fail utterly. in fact, i achieved the exact opposite of my aims, in that now i am the proud owner of a dead-tree format This Is How You Lose the Time War, and a collection of Dykes to Watch Out For. which is, i think, the last of my flash cash on hand. so... yeah.

it has been a good trip for books, even if i couldn't find any Unbeatable Squirrel Girl.

easy access to books that i can directly engage wiv instead of beating my head against language... it's squirrel nip to me. but dang if the prices are fucking killers.

there were a couple shops in the mall up in Syracuse, so i wound up spending way more time in there than i'd normally want to. was the first one i've been in in a while that was actually mostly fully stocked wiv shops, if not actually wiv people. place was just too dang big tho', and i dunno why, but it was really cranking my anxiety by the time i was on my way out. something about all these shops, doors thrown open, lights on, stock in and attractively arrayed. staff at ready. breathlessly eager for a public that just isn't there, and won't be coming back. bugged me way more than fully dead and abandoned places i've been.

i also grabbed a Taco Bell burrito, which i think was the first time i've had Taco Bell since high school. it has not noticeably improved, tho' it was vaguely tasty, and if not as cheap as it used to be, at least it was comparatively cheap. they did manage to spell my name right on the order, but then pronounce it as rizuko, which... faaa... i mean, they were close. they tried.

saw this cutey on the way out the mall.

just check that baby out. a real biggie too.

i did find a nice shop, Play the Game Read the Story if you're up Syracuse way, that said they could have the owner look my comics over, and call back wiv an offer, but the timing probably won't be while i'm still in town. i'm going to try taking them down to this nice place me and Jilly went by in Elmira. and see if they might take them off my hands, and if that doesn't work out, drop them off back in Syracuse. have mum pick up the money, and she's welcome to keep it.

the shop down in Elmira is Heroes Your Mom Threw Out for anyone down in that neck of the woods. i really cottoned to that place. easily the most disorganized shop i've ever been in, but it felt like a place that understood comics as things to be read and enjoyed, and not so much collected for money later. also, the guy running the register knocked 2bucks off that Marvel Rising book up there for reasons i cannot fathom, but surely appreciate.

[chaotictomtom]

hELP could you answer truthfully on what sort of art stuff you would be interested in seeing on my shop? it'll help a ton 🙇

commissions are SCARY to me but wee portraits in my colourful wax pastels might not kill me. i have no idea abt the prices of all of them probably will go for all of them based on a pay-what-you-want with a small base of 3 or 5 € depending on the thing!

didn't put zine in the options as there already my the bear zine up + didn't do another good enough zine to share on here, i'll get one or two done soon i hope 😤 i missed doing zines

[loveisthemostimportantthingever]

2buck new shirt <3

[fuckwhattheysayin]

2BUCK

Hamtramck, MI

[blub-blub-bish]

Guess who just got a mental breakdown bc I can’t go home and I’m hungry and tired and I only have 2bucks which CANNOT buy anything that makes me full and I don’t want to borrow money from anyone and I’m so fucking tired and sleepy and AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[syscoursestuck]

Cold drinks hurt my mouth. The only drinks i allow to be cold in my presence are milk based drinks bc i can feel the pathogenic bacteria in warm milk.

Also it saves fridge space

also you need to feel the warmth of lemonade left in a hot car in the summer at least once in your life

Also stores charge more for cold drinks. A 1.5 liter of coke at room temp is like 2bucks max when a 20 oz coke in the store fridge is 2.50 - 3 dollars

i got one me n a sys friend argue heatedly abt all the time: should drinks like water n sodas be could or room temp

cold. I don't know why this is a question. why would you want them room temperature??? that defeats the whole point. that would make them lukewarm AND flat, which are the two things soda isn't supposed to be. at that point why are you even drinking soda instead of just water or juice????? /lh

side note: I love how after my tea post, like a third of my blog is chains discussing drinks. this is the REAL syscourse right here. send more drinkcourse, I drink this shit up (terrible pun intended)