#Wait For me (to come home)

[echoofheartbeats]

excuse me - you mean to tell me

photograph by ed sheeran is playing while buck is having a voice over moment, "sometimes being lost is not knowing how to get from where we are to where we wanna be, where we need to be" and then MISTER EDDIE INSANE DIAZ -wait for me to come on beat- is casually like YEAH OK you got separated from my son in a natural disaster but lol Legos this is so normal to drop my son off at yours bestie YOU SAVED HIM - YOU THINK YOU FAILED? YOU'LL NEVER STOP TRYING.

THERE'S NOBODY IN THIS WORLD I TRUST WITH MY SON MORE THAN YOU.

TO BE SEEN

TO BE FOUND

ISNT THAT WHAT WE'RE ALL SEARCHING FOR?

[sophie1973]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone ! This week I was tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere @stellarmeadow @thighzp @suseagull04

and @blueeyedgrlwrites. Thank you and tagging you right back.

So this week I'm doing a little self-promo first with that little Birthday fic I wrote for my friend Kim and which can be read HERE. (Rivals football players Alex and Henry)

And second, here is a third snippet of my coming WIP 'Wait for me (to come home)'

Snippet and tags under the cut

As Alex approaches, Henry looks up. A becoming blush colors his cheeks, and his face lights up with a warm smile. "Dr. Claremont-Diaz! Good evening." "Please, call me Alex," he insists. "Dr. Claremont-Diaz is quite a mouthful." Henry chuckles softly. "You clearly haven't heard my full name."

Alex raises an eyebrow. "I thought it was Fox?" He's careful not to mention their gossip magazine research from the previous day. "Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, actually. And I'm sparing you the middle names," Henry explains with a self-deprecating smile. "By the way, I followed your advice. I had an excellent dinner. So, thank you." Alex feels a gentle pressure on his calf and looks down to see David pawing at his leg, seeking attention. "Hello, David," he coos, bending to pet the dog. "Just finished work?" Henry inquires. "Yes, I work late on Tuesdays and Fridays," Alex explains. "I was about to grab a quick dinner before heading home. Just wanted to say hello." As Alex prepares to return to the bar, Henry speaks up, his tone casual but tinged with hope. "Doctor... I mean, Alex. Would you care to join me? If you don't mind the company, that is." Something in Henry's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the polite smile, resonates with Alex. It's a loneliness he recognizes all too well, a feeling he's grappled with despite the loving presence of June and Nora.  He can’t ignore it. "I would love to," Alex says warmly. "I can't think of better company. I'm talking about David, obviously." "Obviously," Henry chuckles, relief crossing his eyes. Alex finds himself drawn to the way Henry's accent curls around the word, all posh vowels and crisp consonants.

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[chaosandwolves]

Rewatching tsunami arc cause

I need a voice over tonight

A great tsunami arc like voice over

Please, I'm begging

We deserve another voice over + music + perfectly timed knock

[cattamouche]

I think scara is a sloppy kisser...

he can be so, so impatient and even more emotional. all it takes is your addictive smile and a warm welcome-home-hug after a particularly long day of work and his feelings start to spill over so quick at the reminder that hes so fortunate to have somebody to come back home to. someone who loves and accepts him even with all his flaws, who has stuck with him through thick and thin. his person, who does so much for him every day, just because you love him. of all people, you love him. and he gets so emotional over the fact. he wants to feel all of you, grabbing at every inch of your body he can reach and holding on so tightly as if you're moments away from disappearing. he gets so overwhelmed he forgets he's the only one who doesn't need to breathe, and you're left pushing his face away despite his attempts at chasing your lips just to catch your breath because my god is he relentless. now you're suddenly pressed against the wall, forehead to forehead and panting in your living room, his silent apology at the realization that he once again got too carried away is to just stare. admire the way your eyebrows crease and your eyes are half lidded, mesmerized by the way he singlehandedly got your chest to rise up and down at such a fast pace he almost begins to mimic it. but all he does is watch, impatiently so, waiting for you to catch your breath and give him the greenlight to keep going.

[gotbuckleys]

hey. imagine buck and tommy decide to live together in tommy’s little fixer upper. buck installs one of those ring cameras for security but like…then imagine buck is trying his hand at like…idk insta reels. he sets one up facing the front door from the inside and records like six months worth of home comings because it’ll be cute right? a way to capture his man and their life that he can keep forever like the scrapbook he still has from thomas and mitchell.

so. theres quite a few captures of tommy coming home from work, buck greeting him at the door with a kiss. theres tommy coming in from a run and grinning as soon as he catches sight of buck through the hallway, in the kitchen. at some point theres ones of tommy coming in and dropping to his knees to greet the belgian shepherd they adopted after one of tommy‘s old military buddies hit him up about taking the dog on because he was getting redeployed.

theres a few of tommy easing the door open silently and closing it gently because buck is in sleeping off a 48. theres a few of tommy barreling in shoulder first after his own 48, dead on his feet, hanging his keys up on the hook just out of frame and then resting his forehead against the wall for a few seconds before trudging upstairs.

theres one of tommy and buck slamming the door open with their hands all over each other, and buck throwing a cheeky grin at the camera while tommy mouths at his jaw and manhandles him further inside. theres one of tommy opening the door gently with jee-yun‘s hand in his own and buck behind them smiling softly. theres even some of tommy opening the door and buck materialising so he can scare the shit of him.

and maybe a few months in, theres one where tommy comes home and makes eye contact with the camera for a few seconds (but buck doesn’t clock this until he edits the footage).

and maybe a month or so after tommy clocks the camera we get a home coming. but this time, its buck opening the door. only to be greeted with tommy on one knee, open box in hand. of course, buck’s smile is bright enough to crack the sky in two. and when the ring is affixed and tommy has buck in his arms and they are spinning around and giggling like a scene out of one of the romance films tommy adores, we see tommy stop and settle his hands around bucks waist, tuck his nose into his curls, and wink at the camera.

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

i'm such a fan of their new outfits and so many of the new voice lines they have are SOOOO cute i'm gonna cry ... all the new non-event dialogue from ingo is so good too and i can't wait to see emmet's

[jabesa0]

Finished up my first comm of the batch so I sketched out a mammon to work on in between as a reward :P

don’t expect to see him soon tho I got work to do 🙏🙏

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[julesarago]

Still thinking about that scene I wanted after last week’s episode of Bad Batch.

Hunter and Echo aren’t mad, they’re just disappointed.

(and a shameless plug for my Bad Batch podcast which you can find here)

[sophie1973]

Several Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday ! I was tagged today by @onthewaytosomewhere and @blueeyedgrlwrites. Thank you !

This week we're back to my current WIP which I'll start posting in about 2 weeks. TW for unhealthy weight loss and bad mental health (Henry is not in a good shape at the beginning of this fic)

Snippet and tags under the cut.

From the moment he woke up, Henry knew it wouldn't be a good day. Forcing himself out of bed, he manages to eat a proper breakfast instead of just nursing his usual cup of Earl Grey. He had found a scale in the bathroom the day before, and the numbers that appeared shocked him. He hadn't realized just how much weight he'd lost. Though he'd noticed his trousers feeling looser lately, he'd attributed it to the stress of recent weeks. Now, faced with the stark reality of the scale, Henry is forced to confront the fact that his weight loss has crossed into potentially unhealthy territory.  The positive thing, though, is that he’s alone. Free from the need to explain himself or justify his actions to anyone. Today, he has the luxury of doing exactly as he pleases. He can silence his phone, confident that no one will come knocking at his door, demanding his attention. The weight of professional responsibilities - budget reports, yield management, staff schedules - has been lifted from his shoulders.  For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Henry can prioritize his mental health without guilt or interruption.  Though this newfound freedom doesn't miraculously banish the anxiety constricting his chest, it does offer Henry a precious moment of respite. He closes his eyes, drawing in several deep, centering breaths, and allows the tranquility to wash over him. He grabs one of his favorite books and settles down into one of the comfy terrace chairs, surrounded by birds chirping and the low, soothing hum of insects. A gentle breeze whispers through the leaves, creating a soft, rhythmic rustling. In the background, the lake provides a constant, calming presence - its waters lapping softly against the shore in a timeless rhythm. Self-care. Perhaps, he muses, this is something he should prioritize more often.

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[todayisafridaynight]

[iwoulddieforienzo]

HI WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT SUSHANG AND JIAOQIU…..

Also Moze hiding on the roof lmao

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[sskinlikepuffpastry]

i was thinking about that theory of alicent being the one who poisons aegon and....... god, it would be like full circle and so gut wretchingly tragic my stomach turns with just thinking about it bc you are my child, my first born, my first baby, but i didn’t want you, i never wanted you, you were forced on me but you are my son so i love you, but i struggled with it but i loved you still because you are my son but i struggle with my love for you so i showed it terribly and i hurt you and then you grew up and i didn’t like you and you disappointed me but i love the bones of you but then i sold you to your enemy, who happens to be my soul’s desire, because i wanted to end the war bc i wanted to protect your sister and your child, so i sold you, you, who were the very same thing that cemented the end of our already broken bond, you the very reason why nothing was ever going to be the same, but i struggled with that as well bc you are my son but i knew, she said, that she had to take your head so i said yes. i sold you, my first born, to free myself, to protect my daughter and her baby and to rectified my mistakes, by doing the very same thing that froze me with fear for years, that made me rage and bitter and made you believe that you wanted something you did not but then you escaped and she was looking at me like i betrayed her, again, you were the reason she was cold and distant and cruel and far away while being so close but then you came back and you, you, you, you, once again are the reason why she’s gone. but this time i can’t reach her, this time i can’t go to her and offer your head because you knew, you always knew because you burned her in front of my eyes bc you are the reason, you and you and you and so i’m mad with sadness. my soul’s hallow. and all that duty, all that sacrificing, my own heavy cloak of righteousness, my rage, me loving you, me protecting you and your siblings, me giving you up was for absolutely fucking nothing because i kill you, me, me, me, me. your mother me. rhaenyra’s alicent’s me....... [GUNSHOT]

[onehundredfallenpetals]

A change of trains, an unexpected companion on the way home