#and now I’m wide awake

[piningbuddies]

this is gonna be the new where were you when buck is in the room dropped like where were you when canon bi buck dropped?

[lauryn-order]

I just want someone to tuck me in.

[godsg111rl]

[ricco4]

Nothing like almost having fully drifted off to sleep only to feel something tickling your hairline and reach back to grab a flipping bug like wtf

[adriancatrin]

was about to fall sleep and then this came to me

[onifanss]

Where is that “sleep schedule ruined” in the Elden Ring style of endgame screen when you need it? 🫠

[strawberrybyers]

🚨 WE FINALLY GOT A PIC OF WILL BYERS 🚨 AND!!! HE STILL HAS THE BOWLCUT!!! WHO NEVER LOSES??? ME

[cinematicnomad]

and i’m feeling insane existential dread in this chili’s tonight

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday & Inspiration Saturday

it’s Saturday for me so I’m smooshing the two together.

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @spotsandsocks @callmenewbie -> tagging you all right back for inspiration Saturday 😘

Okay so I’m back from holidays and the writing beans did visit me (yay!) … but did they visit for any of my current wips? Haha of course not 🤪. Being near the beach inspired a new buddie wip that is going to be part of a series called Daylight, inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. I already have some stuff written for two more fics in the series too haha.

Here’s a moodboard for the series and a little snippet from the first fic, I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake).

Quick summary -> musician Buck is tired of the fame, fortune and loneliness of a life that doesn’t even feel like his own, so he packs his bags and runs away and ends up in the small beachside town of Hartlan Shore where he may just find everything he’s been longing for.

“What are you playing?”

Buck’s fingers pause in their strumming, his left hand sliding along the neck of the guitar as he abandons the chords he was playing. He opens his eyes to find a kid, no more than 8 years old with curly brown hair and wide inquisitive blue eyes framed by red rimmed glasses standing before him.

Buck squints his eyes against the morning sun. “Uh, nothing really, just playing random chords hoping it’ll turn into something.”

The kid moves on shaky legs to drop down in the sand on Buck’s right hand side. “I want to learn to play the guitar, but my Dad says no one in town is offering lessons.”

Buck frowns in sympathy for the kid. He remembers being a kid in Hershey and begging his parents for guitar lessons. He still doesn’t know why they turned him down at first, leaving him to seek out lessons from the school music teacher, Mr Glover, every Thursday at recess. It wasn’t until Mr Glover flagged his parents down at the one parent teacher night they actually managed to attend, using the magic words natural talent for the guitar and great potential with the right vocal training, that they agreed to get him not only private guitar lessons, but singing lessons too. Mr Glover had been more than happy to keep their lessons up, but Phillip and Margret Buckley didn’t think a mere school music teacher was good enough to teach their son, not if he was going to become somebody. Buck hadn’t cared who taught him, he’d just wanted to learn, just like this kid seems to.

“Would you like to learn a couple of chords now?” Buck asks.

The kid’s face lights up, a wide smile stretching across his face as he nods his head eagerly. Buck feels himself melt a little at how adorable this kid is.

“First things first.” Buck lays his guitar over his lap and extends his hand out to the kid. “I’m Buck.”

The kid looks at his hand for a moment, long enough that Buck is starting to wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what a handshake is, but then a small hand slips into his. “I’m Christopher.”

No pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @hippolotamus @athenagranted @eddiebabygirldiaz @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @wildlife4life @weewootruck @rainbow-nerdss @the-likesofus @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @clusterbuck @monsterrae1 @mellaithwen @nmcggg and anyone else who wants to join in and share something ❤️

[leviathiane]

No no no no one of my favorite fics got DELETED Iwas LITERALLY OPENING IT TO DOWNLOAD IT

[alexxuun]

My god… I forgot how much twenty one pilots stir the artist in me. Whatever they are putting in it, my mind is going wild with creativity and imagery. Demaverse straight up is just such a well thought out world and storyline. It’s a book in music form.

[ghostzzy]

good morning gay people

[why-bless-your-heart]

- Workday starts at 6 am

- Got home from work went straight to bed with a migraine

- Woken up by sunlight filtering through my (east-facing) window

- Look at clock

- 6:30ish

- PANIC

- Jump up, start texting coworker.Oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot. I’m still on probation I’m going to get fired and then I’ll be homeless and get shanked over a

- 6:30ish PM.

[queer-ragnelle]

Me: Bedtime!

My brain:

[lila-rae]

Don’t have kids.

I’m pretty sure being woken up by the hysterical 10 year old claiming one of their permanent teeth just fell out and he needed a dentist… at 5 am… took years off my life.

It was a baby tooth…

[jusst-you-race]

the cockroach saga in ccc was stolen from my own experiences and I just thought I’d let you all know my comedic bug interactions have continued… tonight a moth tried to spoon me and my panic about the situation culminated in me walking into a bookshelf in the dark… probably won’t put that in ccc because repeating a bit is lame but sometimes life doesn’t get the memo