#buckle in for THAT on friday

[marshyarts-28]

🕺BUTCH YANG WEEK DAY 4: CULTURAL/FORMAL/DANCE🕺

[a-humandisaster]

I crocheted an Uncle Wiley doll <3

He can wear jorts during the summer! ☀️

[dangerpronebuddie]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @inell who both shared AMAZING fics y'all have got to check out and @kitteneddiediaz who's dom Buck wip is giving me LIFE🩵🩷

Made this post, went insane, and started writing. It's not so much speculation as it is just utter nonsense. But I'm having the time of my life! Here's some of the 118 and the 119s first meeting:

Eduardo looks at Buck, and his eyes go wide before turning softer than Eddie thinks is necessary. "He's never going to believe this," Eduardo mutters. "Just... Just hang on a sec, yeah?" He holds up his hands, signaling them to stay put, before dashing back to the 119's engine. "Buckles!" he calls. Eddie and Buck share a look. What is going on?? A man still in his turnouts and helmet hops out of the engine, the jump a touch dramatic for the short distance. Eduardo says something to him, and the man perks up like a... very familiar golden retriever. Eduardo grabs the sleeve of the man's turnout and tugs him along. He removes his helmet as they approach, and something like butterflies stirs in Eddie's middle. Sweat-damp curls fall across his forehead, one curling around a splotchy pink birthmark. Bright blue eyes dart between Eddie and Buck with something like wonder. Eddie is most definitely losing his mind. "Hi," the man says, smiling so wide his eyes crinkle. He extends a hand to Buck first. "Ethan Buckles." "No way," Buck whispers, barley loud enough for Eddie to hear. "Evan Buckley. But uh... everyone calls me Buck." "That's what we should call you," Eduardo says, bumping his shoulder against Ethan's. Eddie swears he feels a phantom sensation against his own shoulder. "In your dreams, Eddie," Ethan says. "Eduardo," he corrects with the same exasperated fondness Eddie uses with Buck. His head is spinning. Maybe he concussed himself in that apartment fire after all. This can't possibly be real. Ethan shakes Eddie's hand next. "I hear I can at least call you Eddie," he grins. "You make it sound like a consolation prize," Eddie quips. "I don't see how you could possibly be a consolation," Ethan says with a smirk, his eyes roaming over Eddie. Eduardo clears his throat at the same time Buck does. "Okay, Buckles, we'd better get back," Eduardo says, shooing Ethan away. "What's the rush?" Ethan asks even as Eduardo turns him. He looks back and winks at Eddie before Eduardo pushes him along. "I don't like that Ethan guy," Buck says with a glare in their direction.

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@nonspeakingkiku @eddiedisasterdiaz @drunkandsupportiveeddie @traumabuddies @epicbuddieficrecs @disasterbuck

[paint-lady]

Alright that's enough doomscrolling

Time to pretend Im not hungover at work.

Everyone stay safe

[intotheelliwoods]

Anddd Friday's linework is done! Cant wait to see everyone the 17th...

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

anyway How Great Thou Art is SUCH a song of all time

[tightjeansjavi]

Slow Hands | Chapter 9

“when the monsters creep into your house”

{mood board}

[fayoftheforest]

Fay's Fic Rec Friday #5!

This week’s prompt is: ✨Share a fic that gives off summertime vibes!✨

I don’t know about you guys, but where I live, it’s getting hotter by the day! It’s got me in the mood for some sunshiney fics ^-^

For this prompt, I’ll recommend the 4k oneshot Friends t̶o̶ and Lovers by Green_Evening. I actually only found this fic this afternoon, but I’m already head over heels in love with it. It captures that sweet, heady feeling of summer in such a perfect way. This fic follows Stan play-acting at being a weed smoking girlfriend to teach Kyle how to be a good boyfriend to his future partners. And what fake-dating would be complete without a little crossdressing and practice kissing? The plot is silly and you can really tell that the author had fun with it, but at the same time, it has a subtle poignance to it too. I’ll share my favourite line, from their first kiss:

It only lasts a second but it feels intrinsically right, the way Kyle’s parted lips feel against his. Their front teeth bump with a soundless click and the taste is like nothing; not nothing as in void, but nothing as in the smell of home so familiar it’s unrecognizable.

God fucking damn you guys!!! I was not expecting to get stabbed in the gut by such beautiful, rich prose in a South Park yaoi. I could honestly sit here and quote the entire fic back to you, because there are so many gorgeous lines like this, but I’ll let you discover the rest of it for yourself :]

Now it’s your turn! What beloved fic would you recommend that is set during or generally captures the spirit of summer? Pop ‘em in the reblogs or replies <3

AO3 Collection || FAQ || Week One || Week Two || Week Three || Tag List is below the cut…

Tag list: @knightinink @crows-eat-socks @sapphicrobolone @heliotechnics @praxieserver. ILY4EVA FOLKS :D

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[talltalestogo]

Saved

My giblets were saved /

by buckling up. Gravy,

however, was lost.

.

.

#giblets #buckling #gravy #lost #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #haiga #davidebooker #knoxville #november #friday #112423 #2023

[mistninja]

WARNING. I will try to get a lot of assassin's apprentice done tonight and i will be rambling about it a lot because I Have Thoughts And Feelings About Fitzchivalry Farseer. So I rec filtering the "rote reread" tag <3

[sri-rachaa]

[Head down on desk] Just gotta get thru Monday

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

I am not ready for this to be monday

[im-his-druidess]

He's been waiting patiently...

Not yet sweetie

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 76:

we went to a bangin Chinese buffet for dinner after park last night and it was exactly what I needed - i even got a fortune cookie that said "you deserve to have a good time after a hard day's work." the boys played some Phasmophobia while I sat on the floor and played Stardew & talked to the other LARPer who's name I don't remember, and eventually we played a single round of Epic Spell Wars with Matt & Rowan while SG went to bed and Red was konked out on the couch

we had a slow start to the morning today, and intended to leave Matt's around 11:30, but we started some Epic Spell Wars to make up for the single round we played last night (with Red joining in this time) and ended up staying long enough that we heated up some leftover angel chicken for lunch & SG got back from church before we left. we discovered that there are indeed more versions of Epic Spell Wars, so those will be added to our Christmas lists for family

we stopped to see Sav on our way down to Paige's parents to drop off her camera collection that doesn't need to be in whatever non-climate-controlled storage unit that we procure this week, and Sav was wrapping a Christmas present in duct tape. Peyton gave her the added idea of zip ties, so Paige will certainly need a pocket knife at Christmas. after dropping off the cameras & a brief chat with her parents, we hit the road home, grabbing Cookout for dinner. I napped some on the way, and after a shower and some fanfic reading, I moved to the office to get an assignment submitted & write this up, but it is now time to send myself to bed

as tired as I still am, this weekend was exactly the break I think we all needed before we jump back into the bullshit tomorrow - we haven't heard from the realtor today, and we didn't even try to look at house listings tonight, but it's looking like we start back at square one tomorrow on the house search. T-19 days until we're technically homeless

[volfoss]

if i finish the 78 page chapter i have next (-_-) i will have 306 pages left of the entire series. we are CLOSE. i am ready to be done.

[orbitganymede]

self proclaimed guard dog simon who’s never held a conversation with you or even really tried to interact with you at all. he had caught a glimpse of you out on the town and traced you back to your current job, lucky for him, on base. you’re a little freaked out, this mammoth of a man randomly shows up one day and pulls a chair up to your desk, takes out a book and just hangs out for a few hours? even leaves an extra lighter for his cigs in your pen holder. introductions were a quick back and forth on names and that’s about it, sometimes he comments on your clothes or jewelry, he saw your dainty little chain on your neck and purchased an S charm the next day, left it on your desk and that was that. you really shouldn’t be okay with this but he’s kinda intriguing, and the guy that has the office next to yours hasn’t bothered you in weeks, something you’ve been begging for mentally, so really what’s simon doing wrong? he sometimes even brings you a stray pudding cup from the mess, how sweet.

but what really gets you is when you’ve just got in your car, setting your things down, buckling your seat belt, the works, but simon slides in your passenger seat, gives you a look (his eyes look so pretty in the sunlight) and tells you to “take us home”, you’re nervous to say the least, you heard what happened to janet in admin when she told him one of his stacks of paperwork was filed wrong, that she wasn’t gonna take his next one until he fixed his mistake (she’d left crying, cursing his name to high hell, and asking for a transfer) so really what choice do you have.

and maybe he walks into your place, goes straight for where you always store your remote and turns on the channel you like to watch, almost as if he’s seen this routine before, he even asks what face mask you’re gonna do tonight, you wonder how he guessed that you do a face mask every friday night (he suggests the blueberry charcoal one, says it makes your skin glowy (he did not use the word glowy)) you shrug and go on with your nightly tasks, make dinner, do dishes, shower. but what actually makes you stop in your tracks is when he walks out of the bathroom, still steamed up from his shower, butt ass naked and asks you what your favorite position is, pet.