#I NEED THE FULL SHOOT

[mysterygrl20]

Chris and Kurt | Sneak Peek for Madame Figaro June 2024 Edition

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[fumifooms]

Holy mother of Chilchuck and Marcille and marchil-

I don't wanna think about my father dyin' I don't wanna hear my mother cryin' I don't wanna look into the mirror tryin' not to lose my shit Flowin' like lava down the side of a mountain Man in the jungle lookin' for a fountain of youth But he knows that fountain won't appear... fear If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place Searchin' for knowledge Walkin' through fire Man in a garden filled with desire I know my name ain't written in your book... look If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place

It’s literally got everything it’s just marchil at the end my god. Death, fear of death & aging, resignation, cheery "whatever, as long as I had a good time!", looking at the world both with romantic glasses and harsh realistic cynicism.……….. The way the first verse can apply to both of them… I am deceased

[chronicowboy]

Buck waits until they're back at the loft before he brings it up. He waits until Eddie rids himself of his ridiculously hot blazer and rolls up the sleeves of his turtleneck in a way that makes Buck's stomach flip. He waits until Eddie takes one look at his couch before turning around and leaning back against the kitchen counter next to the sink instead. He waits until the soft eyes and heavy looks Buck has been subjected to all night become unbearable in the stifling quiet of his loft.

"You were bluffing," Buck murmurs into the dimly lit kitchen.

"Well, yeah, we were playing poker, Buck. Hazard of the game, you know?" Eddie says it like a challenge, like a dare, like he's desperate for Buck to call him out on it.

"Eddie," he breathes, "when Mehta mentioned the shooting, and you said you didn't remember anything, you were bluffing."

"Yeah?" Eddie fiddles with the clasp of his watch, the gold one his dad had given him for his birthday in a harried attempt to make up for everything all at once, the watch that had Eddie shaking his head but smiling because his dad was trying.

"Yes."

Eddie looks up at him, head still tilted down towards the floor, dark eyes dangerous in the moonlight cutting its way into the loft. Buck gets a little breathless over it.

"How'd you know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, another challenge.

Tell me you saw me flinch when Mehta asked about how long it took you to get all the blood off you. Tell me you saw the white knuckled grip I had on the edge of the table when the Chief asked you if getting struck by lightning hurt. Tell me you saw all the words I bit back in the kitchen that night you asked me to be honest with you. Tell me you remember it all, and I'll tell you how I tried to pull you up the ladder because I was certain that I could bring you back to me.

"Did Zeus give you telepathy as well as mental math?" Eddie goads him once more, the first time he's pushed instead of waiting Buck out for a long time. "Could you read my mind? See what I was thinking? Is that how you know?"

"I know because I know you, Eddie," Buck says quietly, unwilling to rise to Eddie's bait. "I knew you were lying the same way I knew you had a good hand because you'd tap your thigh twice under the table. I knew you were lying the same way I knew you were bluffing because the corner of your lips always twitch when you're teasing. I knew you were lying the same way I know all of your tells. Because I know you, Eddie."

"Then, why didn't you know I was lying in the kitchen?" Another challenge, another plea, another mask.

"Because I don't think you were lying then," Buck whispers. "I don't think you did remember. I think Mehta said just the right, or wrong, thing and you fled to the bathroom because you remembered everything all at once." Buck takes a careful step closer to Eddie. "But even if you had have been lying then, I don't think I would have known because I wasn't asking for the truth. I was asking for you to give me hope, and that's exactly what you did. You gave me something to hold onto, but, Eddie," Buck lets his voice crack, lets the sound bring Eddie's eyes back to his, "I've been holding onto the memories of that day for so long. Please don't make me carry them alone anymore."

Eddie's face doesn't crumple, it doesn't melt, Buck's honestly not sure there's a word for what Eddie's face does in answer to that. Its like the mask falls away all at once. His eyes fill with tears, but he doesn't look away from Buck as he takes a trembling breath.

"I don't know how you've carried it all," Eddie breathes, eyes wide and desperate. "One moment I was looking at you in that red suit, the next you were covered in my blood. I didn't- I couldn't-" Eddie wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and takes another breath. "I needed a minute, so I went to the bathroom, but then all I could see was you in a hospital toilet trying to wash the blood off your skin before you went to see Christopher. And it was so quiet, too quiet. All I could hear was you begging me to hold on, to stay with you." Eddie tilts his head up to the ceiling like he's asking for salvation.

"You asked me if I was hurt," Buck chokes out, the one sharpest memory he has of that day, the one soundbite that plays on loop in his head underscored by Eddie's scream of pain during his worst nights.

"Yeah, I did," Eddie sighs, eyes fluttering closed. Buck is transfixed by the long line of his throat as he swallows. "I had to know you were okay."

"For Christopher?" Buck asks, his own challenge issued this time.

Tell me what you needed without hiding behind Chris for once. Tell me my survival only mattered to you because of that legal document hanging over our heads. Tell me the real reason your girlfriend hated me was because I was the first person you asked for when you woke up. Tell me you remember reaching for me, and I'll tell you that I'll never ever let you go again.

"I needed to know what kind of world I'd be fighting to come back to," Eddie shrugs. "I don't know if I would have made back without knowing you were there waiting for me."

Buck feels it like a lightning bolt, like a large calibre round to the shoulder, like forty feet of earth coming down on top of him, like a ladder truck toppling over onto his leg.

"Three minutes and forty-three seconds," Buck whispers.

"What?"

"One minute and forty-six seconds to get you into the engine, three minutes and forty-three seconds to get you to the hospital, five hours and twenty-nine minutes to find out if you were going to pull through." They're numbers he knows well, not a product of lightning-induced memory enhancements, but mantras he'd repeat to himself in the aftermath of the incident. Reciting the saviour of Eddie Diaz in temporality because its the closest he could look at it there in the dark of the night on the couch, just waiting for Chris to wake up screaming for his dad.

"One minute and forty seconds to get you down, three minutes and seventeen seconds to get you to the hospital, five days to find out if you were ever going to wake up." Eddie looks at him with terror in his eyes, and Buck understands all at once that this isn't how you measure your life - in your best friend's death. "I had to count," Eddie's voice breaks again. He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists by his sides. "I had to count to know how much of you I'd lose. I had to count because my heart had stopped beating too. I had to count because I was the one driving your heart to the hospital, and I needed to know how cruel to be to myself if your heart never started beating again."

"Eddie."

"Truth is, Evan," Eddie shakes his head, purses his lips. "I don't think I had to count at all. I think my body just instinctively knew how long it had existed in a world without you in it."

And Buck hears what he's not saying because he's not saying it either.

I spent my whole life feeling like I was living with a clock ticking down over my head, but it stopped taunting me the day I met you. That's when my life really started, and the clock started ticking again when your life stopped. My life lives and dies with yours.

[totem-but-shark]

INTRODUCING... FOOSHTUBER

Foolish vtuber concepts im working on on and off. I had initially wanted to make both the irl and cubito version that could be toggled between however now i'm more considering focusing on the irl version. There's still a lot of work that needs to be done for his design as currently though accurate to the average foolish fit it's very plain and a possibly toggleable hoodie and other accessories could go a long way.

He would have toggleable sharkglasses for the redeem and I'm even working on a bonus silly little pngtuber as well

[redbean-nom]

din djarin, age 10: clone wars refugee child

boba fett, age 11: in federal prison for destroying an entire venator while trying to kill mace windu

[shadystranger]

sam had a boner here

[pocketramblr]

Inspired by this post: give Bruce a star sapphire ring

I've never met anyone who cared as deeply for his fellow man as Bruce Wayne

[unhingedsentientrock]

The Sua comic is so good it scratches the right cortical regions.

The remains of dead children are akin to snow -a hallmark of winter- to insinuate the cessation of existence. If Sua's sister is to be taken at face value, it is a ritual restricted to children. Mixing their remains in the grass they once walked on, in the only place that offers the vestiges of humanity as a bargain to elicit their most beautiful cries, is horrid.

Equating ashes with snow is such a twisted play on the connotation of purity the latter carries. But also, the remains are scattered under the starry night sky, as if to symbolise the glimmer of hope fading away. Or it could be seen as going back to the abode in the sky where God would have lived had they not been forgotten.

Anakt Garden represents a one-way trip to the afterlife, which is why Sua's sister references it as "hell", because it is frightening. She still has her instincts intact and fears death unlike those who grew up in the garden. However, Sua finds reprieve in this afterlife, morphing into a "heavenly garden", because she was found by Mizi, her delight, her enticing "paradise". In the end, she becomes a perfect victim of the system that ensnares all.

The entire world is built on a travesty of concepts as we know them, deprived of their most raw characteristics. Everyone has to return to the Great Anakt; ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[multifanbrainrot]

i'm loving "lovesick moron" juno and "vulnerable & communicative" peter a lot, please give me more of them kabert

[meneatyoghurt]

Fave Shoot from the Hip improv plays (in order):

1) The Milkman

2) The Midnight Mystery (Scottish batman)

3) Inside the Mysterious Cube

ETA: I think this has changed multiple times since I posted it. The Milkman is still number one though.

[rpfisfine]

they played an actual guessing game to try & tell if the other has masturbated and ended up confessing to having sex with each other

[the-physicality]

So far in this game

DT’s officially passed Lindsay Whalen to be 4th in career assists

BG hit 800 blocks

Tash cloud becomes the franchise leader in most assists in a season (a record which was most recently held by Diana Taurasi)

[cestacruz]

Drawing the messiest sketches is actually so good for my brain

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh