#I’m so close to being done!!

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

a week and a half more of making this kid play cello pray for me

[stil-lindigo]

LINK

Israel immediately broke the ceasefire by the way.

[geekforhorror]

little sneak peek of the fic i’m currently writing 😋

[iris-kinnie]

I’ve made this rb game in the past, but I wanna do it again! Reblog with an F/O (or more than one!), and I’ll give them a Pokémon!

Examples:

[mrpenguinpants]

you ever just read your wips from an outsiders perspective and once you’re done, you think, “wow, I really hope the author finishes this,”only to realize you’re the author that needs to finish this.

[dead-or-lie]

If there was one thing the ultimate lucky student loved to watch, was the ‘talented’ hard at work. So much so that when he caught the other doing his duties he couldn’t help, but stare a bit. It would only be when or if the other noticed him staring that he would chuckle.

“Heh my bad my bad. I didn’t mean to stare off at you like that..”

{ Starter for @despairs-memorial }

[cowardlykrow]

I just needed to say: I LOVE YOUR ART SM

It's great and I am obsessed--!

THANK YOU SO MUCH OTL

My gut tells me you would appreciate this scribble 💚

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday 💣🚒💥

Tagged by @wikiangela & @theotherbuckley. Thank you!!

Coming at you with some ladder truck bombing from Rival Firefighters 🚒 . I have no idea if what I’m writing is working and flowing properly, but I’m writing? 😅

Prev snippet here (feel like it’s been forever since I shared something from my beloved au .. but the Eddie breakdown fic happened and kind of took all my writing beans haha)

By the time the police figured out a serial bomber Athena had been chasing’s final target was one Robert Nash, their Robert Nash, it was too late.

Dispatch had just gotten in touch with them, stating Bobby was trying to reach them and that it was important, when suddenly an explosion blew the ladder truck behind them onto it’s side. Stover slammed on the brakes of the fire engine, the vechile jerking to a halt as Eddie and the others watched in horror as flames engulfed the undercarriage of the ladder truck as it skidded to a stop.

They sat frozen in shock, their minds trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed. It wasn’t the first explosion Eddie had seen, hell he’d been in one, but the fear that gripped him as he remembered Buck had been riding in the cabin was almost suffocating.

Eddie climbed out of the engine, his body feeling like it was moving through molasses, as if the world had switch into slow motion. He opened his mouth to call for Buck, but the name got lodged in his throat, like it was afraid it’s call would not be answered.

He willed his body forward, needing to get closer to the wreckage, needing to find Buck.

Buck.

His best friend had given him an exuberant child like smile as he’d climbed into the cabin of the ladder truck when the alarm sounded, excited that he was riding shotgun. Eddie had made a joke about Buck keeping his head in the window like a good boy, Buck responding with his middle finger.

Eddie doesn’t want that to be the last memory he has of him. He doesn’t want a last memory, period.

Determined to pull Buck away from the pearly gates themselves if need be (he can’t imagine someone as good as Buck going anywhere else), Eddie grabs a medical bag and moves towards the overturned truck, each footstep feeling heavier than the last as his eyes search the wreckage for any sign of his partner.

Eddie could see four bodies spread around the wreckage, the firefighters having been thrown from the truck during the explosion. Three were a few metres from the truck and one was right by the busted cabin, and appeared to be pinned. As Eddie drew closer, he got a sinking feeling that the firefighter who was pinned was Buck, but before he was close enough to confirm it, Chim and Hen were pulling him back and away from where he needed to be. Couldn’t they see Buck needed his help? That their team needed their help?

“Let me go!”

He fought against their hold, throwing his weight forward as he tried to dislodge them, their hands feeling like heavy metal chains around him.

“Eddie! We can’t go out there!”

Hen’s voice carries a panicked urgency to it but Eddie’s mind is too focused on Buck, a constant loop of get to Buck, get to Buck, get to Buck playing over and over, for him to even register that Hen didn’t usually panic unless the situation was bad.

“We can’t- what are you talking about? Buck needs us!”

He redoubles his efforts, struggling against the arm wrapped around his chest.

“Do you not see the kid with the bomb strapped to his chest?!” Chim shouts, his voice right by Eddie’s ear.

Wait, what?

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[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

[getosugurusbangs]

and i will die in this place.

[sincerely-sofie]

There’s something unique about the pain of someone you love following in a trail you blazed through suffering, turning themself into a mirror of just how self-destructive you once were. There’s a wretched irony in how they teach you firsthand the pain your friends and family felt as you burned yourself up.

Now you know what it’s like to watch a lamb immolate itself. You can only watch as it dismisses your concerns with lies of how well it is— how completely, utterly, and perfectly fine everything is. You can only watch. You can only remember that you were a lamb just years before, and you taught this one exactly how to martyr itself by your example.

Anyhoo, hey elder siblings, how’s your day going?

[nexternalknowsthingz]

MR STEVE RANDLE IS DONE!!! Three left to go ya’ll!!! 🤭🩵🩵

[stagefoureddiediaz]

So do we think maybe Buck golfing with Gerrard is something along the lines of Tommy giving advice to Buck to get to know him and play nice to make his life easier (or some such - because Tommy never actually had any hated directed at him from Gerrard so never actually experienced first hand what he was like in the same way Chim and Hen did).

Which Buck will do and find out a few things about his situationships (it’s technically unlabelled as a relationship so I’m not calling them boyfriends!) past behaviours and dots will start connecting all those red flags that Tommy is waving?!!

[scionshtola]

i do think a good shtola arc for the future would be like, her sort of calculated recklessness with her own life negatively affecting someone else and her having to reckon with that

[sunydays]

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Just 2 more pages till the end of this chapter! ( and then I get to really start writing the fun stuff )

[satorusugurugurl]

Hi guys!

Just a quick update! I'm sorry for the lack of content, my life has just been so hectic between working full-time, taking care of my elderly grandmother, and caring for my house. I just feel so burnt out at home by the time I sit down to write my brain is no longer able to think of words.

I am working on requests/poll fics/finishing the summer fest. Its just taking me a bit of time because of this burn out at home.

Tonight: Gojo Wine Tasting Sunner Fest Fic

Tomorrow: Final chapter of ITHK

Thank you for being so patient. I'm doing my best to make this all work without worsening my burnout.

Much Love,

Marie 💚