#buddy no they ain't

[captainsparklefingers]

If I had a nickel for every time a former cleric of Helio created a new god in the Aguefort Adventuring Academy gym, I'd have two nickels. Which is fuckin' wild.

[rainscenes]

BUCK AND EDDIE 2.14 | Broken

[shotmrmiller]

virgin simon being so cuz he has no interest in anyone at all until he comes across some girl that looks like she's on the verge of psychosis and he's just like gotta follow that home and tell the guys im married.

[junktastic]

I drew way more than I thought this year. I guess I'm goated. Poggers or the current equivalent.

[sunflowerdigs]

Lmao, I love how BTs jumped from saying we can't have Buddie because their unique version of close male friendship is just too sacred, to Buck needs to drop Eddie (and Christopher) like a rock so that he can have a romantic relationship with someone else. I love a big, fat contradiction in the morning. ☕

[reikurusu]

Five Times Rei Protected Kazuki + One Time Kazuki Protected Rei We all know there were more

[airenyah]

anyone else crying over this or just me

[blaze-vibes-here]

Punko, what the heck????

Why are these guys microwaving Mercury and why aren't all of ye stopping them???

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

That's not his surfboard... but he's cute, right?

[makorragal-312]

You know what?

I'm not gonna look at this episode as a midseason finale.

Can't remember if this was confirmed or not, but I'm pretty sure Tim didn't intend for 8x08 to be the actual finale for this half of the season. Given the episode count, it would've made more sense for it to be either 8x09 or 8x10.

So with that said, I'm gonna go in with no expectations.

I'm just gonna treat 8x08 as just another regular episode that's more than likely gonna contain some filler and unwanted plot lines, but whatever. And any Buddie interactions or mentions of Chris are gonna be scarce at best and non-existent at worst. But that's probably because the real Buddie/Buckley-Diaz content is gonna be in the episodes after this one.

So yeah, that's how I'm gonna approach things.

[thedemonconstantine]

Saw this really fat gentoo doing his 10,000 steps at the bird park the other day.

[shotmrmiller]

human!reader/vampire!141 or vampire!reader/human!141?

i need *need* vampire!reader because they don't want to be this way. it's not comfortable. so many inhibitions, surrounded by temptation on the daily. bite induces a euphoria that only orgasms have a chance at imitating so it's gotta be a love interest that has to willingly give food up because otherwise you're just a creature straight out of bram strokers book. (and this isn't twilight, animals don't work nor can you get your dead hands on blood bags.)

post breakup and a couple of death threats later, you're back at the usual hunting grounds. a pub where only the rough bunch can hang around. men with leathery, tanned faces from years of hard labor under the unforgiving sun. sweat glistens on their forehead, fingernails outlined in black from dirt, grime, grease- the norm. clothes worn, stained, eyes bloodshot. they slur out words too loud, laugh even louder.

they're grotesque in comparison to you. they're perfect. no one's waiting for them at home; no kids, no family. and you don't even have to try to get their eyes on you. your bare ankles and wrists will do all the talking for you. (you don't fuck em, there's no need for that.)

however, there's a new group of guys in town. and you dab on some lipgloss/rouge and go for the kill.

(the only one that gets killed is your pussy lmao somewhere down the line the "don't need to fuck them" fizzled out of existence. probably the time soap pricked his own tongue on your canines. you left with a belly full of blood and hole full of cum.)

[shesalittlelost]

Ellen and Orlok are not Cathy and Heathcliff. They can never be. Because Robert completely missed the major part of their story which was Cathy and Heathcliff's unhinged obsession being mutual and them understanding each other at a much deeper, emotional level--something we don't see between Ellen and Orlok. Heathcliff doesn't project his own delusions of the person he wants or thinks is destined for him onto Catherine, he doesn't have to because he knows her. He IS her. They are so similar that they are almost one soul in two separate bodies.

All we see between Ellen and Orlok, on the other hand, is Ellen's (mostly, involuntary) reactions to coerced sexual pleasure, which is a power play tactic Orlok uses on pretty much all his victims (e.g: Thomas). We never see any kind of emotional depth to their relationship beyond this that would create any real sense of intimacy. He also doesn't understand who Ellen really is as a whole person or what she wants from life. He thinks he does but he only understands a part of her because they are both fundamentally different people like Orlok changed himself and turned into a rotting corpse that only knew hunger because he couldn't accept his own human nature while Ellen, in her own words, has always been true to hers despite society's violent efforts to change her. He also doesn't free her from anything lol he isn't even free himself. He only recognises Ellen's most baser instincts because he is a slave to his own.

[sweetshelluvaau]

I was joking with a friend earlier how funny it'd be if after the Full Moon and Blitzo getting a bit more his shit together he enters a Polycule with Fizz and Ozzie but Stolas is still being a pissbaby about Blitzo not loving him only for Fizz and Ozzie to sit him down and be like 'dude, we're gonna help you making a dating profile and help you get over your self-pity ass so you can leave our boyfriend alone', only for Stolas to be confused before Blitzo walks in like "Hey I'm boyfriend btw".

Just picture the look on Stolas' face guys. Just...picture it...

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fluffvember Day 15 - In the Firelight

Twilight was cold.

A land that bathed in shadow naturally didn't have the same warmth to it as the land of Light. But the coolness of it was crisp and pleasant, refreshing and soothing.

Midna was used to the cold of Twilight. But this chill was far different, and even she shivered a little when she wasn't hiding in the shadows.

So she wasn't surprised when, halfway through traversing the manor those beast people lived in, Link finally succumbed to something. They'd been traipsing around in this forsaken frozen wasteland for at least a week, between tracking down the mirror share and then exploring the mansion. They'd been here for half a day and had already been misled what felt like a dozen times, leaving Midna growing progressively more frustrated despite her effort to just stay at a level of exasperation instead of outright anger.

The Yeti woman was sick. Midna tried to be patient. But the more they moved, the more she'd noticed that Link too was sniffling and shivering, that with each blow from an ice monster he slowed down even more.

When he couldn't swing the ball and chain that he'd collected, Midna had finally stepped in, forcing him to take a break.

"We'll resume tomorrow," she said evenly, trying to keep the annoyance out of her town. It wasn't his fault. He'd gone out of his way so many times for her. The least she could do was be patient one more day and make sure the idiot didn't get himself killed over a cold.

So here Link sat, curled in on himself by the fire. Midna wished she could go to the next room herself and get the soup that was being made for other sick occupant of the room, but she couldn't. So she watched Link shiver, feeling helpless.

Her frustration grew, and she aimed it at Zant. No one would be suffering if it weren't for him.

"Link," she said softly. "You need to eat. Why don't you have some of that soup? We've gathered half the ingredients, anyway."

She couldn't quite help the sarcasm in her tone, but Link smiled at it, typically finding amusement in her quips. She smiled back, though she wasn't sure he could see it.

Sniffling, Link moved to get up, shuffling sluggishly towards the other room. Yeto was kind, fretting over Link's state and asking if perhaps he had gotten his wife's illness. He insisted he would make soup for him too, offering him a large helping and shooing him back to the other room.

"Aw, they're adopting you," Midna teased with a snicker.

Link raised an eyebrow at her, but whatever reply he had was covered by a heavy cough. Sniffling, he slumped on the ground, sipping at the soup.

"Oh, little human sick, uh?" Yeta asked in her soft, weak voice. "Cold?"

"I'll be fine," Link said shakily with a gentle smile. The sight of it made Midna sigh a little - Link was...

She'd never met a man like him. She'd just say that.

"Eat," she ordered mildly. "You can cheer up everyone else with your chubby cheeks and cute little smile later."

Link flinched, looking at her, blushing. Midna felt her heart rate spike--that--she hadn't--that came out wrong. Thankfully, his reaction seemed less flustered and more embarrassed, as to him she was nothing more than a shadowy imp, but...

She shook her head. She wished she wasn't starting to hold such feelings, but...

It didn't matter. None of it mattered. What mattered was defeating Zant and getting home. The separation between Light and Dark had to be maintained.

The Ordonian Hero sighed, sipping the soup a bit more before just holding it in his hands, shivering.

"Ah, yes, cold," the strange, large woman commented, nodding. "Little human should come here."

"He's already by the fire," Midna said, though she knew she couldn't be heard. It was a little frustrating right now.

Well. It had been frustrating this entire time. She wasn't in the habit of being quiet or ignored. This entire certainly had been humbling.

Link looked like he was going to argue something similar and say he was fine, but Yeta shifted a little in her bundled up state, humming quietly. "Cold, uh? Come here, blankets warm. Fever warm."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Link said, though the way his teeth chattered didn't do him many favors.

Yeta shifted again, coughing as she did so, and Link hastily moved to her to prevent her from straining herself.

"We find key in morning," she said as she shuffled closer to Link, pressing him between herself and some cushions just by the fire.

Midna snickered as Link was practically drowning in the Yeti's quilts and fur, but his shivering at least stopped. He barely got through half his stew before he started falling asleep.

Yeta hummed, watching him a moment, and then looked at his shadow. "Voice sleep too, uh?"

Midna jumped, startled. Did she--?

Shaking her head, she grew quiet, watching Link in the firelight. Honestly, he looked far more comfortable than he had in a while, despite the cold that was running him down. Yeta smiled and closed her eyes.

The Twilight princess had to marvel at the kindness she'd seen on this journey. It...

Her people were not cruel. But being in her position, she wasn't entirely used to seeing people at their best. This had...

If she could take anything from this disaster and adventure, it was that people could be kind. And Link was the prime example.

Midna sighed, heart warm, and disappeared into the shadows.

[apricusapollo]

harry styles wrote and one direction sang happily about buddie. they told me.