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I need to either find out where this place is or make a Black Forest cake myself. I love Portal so much.
My beloved got us a slice of the Portal cake from the actual restaurant that the cake from the game was modeled after.

This cake was not a lie. It was in fact, quite tasty.
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Eddie doesn't say a word as they step into the Diaz home, for all the four days it's going to remain so. Buck bunches his shoulders around his ears, sticks his hands in his pockets to keep from pulling Eddie close and demanding he just talk to him.
But Eddie doesn't say anything. Won't even look at Buck. Buck debates staying out on the porch. He doesn't think he's allowed inside after tonight.
One look from Eddie has him padding inside though. If he had a tail, it would be between his legs.
Buck can't keep this up. Can't spend the last days he'll ever have Eddie not speaking to him.
"Why are you so pissed at me?" Buck scowls. There's no venom in his voice like the time he questioned it in a grocery store. There's nothing but resignation, accompanied by a helpless shrug.
"Because you're-" Eddie stops himself as he whirls around there in the living room, takes a step closer.
"Exhausting?" Buck scoffs. "Yeah, I know."
"No, Buck," Eddie growls. "You're acting like you don't matter. Like you don't give a damn if you get hurt!"
"I wasn't going to let that poor dog die in there," Buck fires back, "all alone. I just couldn't. And you wouldn't either, you can't tell me otherwise, Eddie!"
"Of course I wouldn't," Eddie huffs.
"Then what's your problem, man?" Buck demands, taking a step closer himself. He wants to grab Eddie by the collar, shake the answer from him, or claw it from his skin or... Something.
"You," Eddie says, his voice lower than Buck has maybe ever heard. He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. Buck wishes he didn't. Because what he does say threatens to shake Buck apart. "You didn't wait for me to go with you."
Buck shakes his head. "I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Why not?" Eddie demands, pleas. "We're a team, Buck. I'm supposed to have your back!"
And that is what breaks him. He's been hanging on by his fingertips since he flipped over Eddie's tablet, and now? He lets go. Lets himself plummet, off a lightning rod of a ladder, or a crane. There's no ground beneath his feet. He just falls, and falls, and drags Eddie down with him.
"You're not going to be here to have my back!" Buck cries.
Eddie flinches like Buck struck him.
Regardless, Buck keeps talking. "You're leaving, Eddie. Leaving me behind just like everyone else does. And I- I know, it's selfish as hell to even think it because you- you need to go, and I can't stop you. I wouldn't ever stop you, you need your kid, but I need..."
He has the good sense to stop there, but he thinks it's too late anyway.
Eddie stares at him, a little like Buck just informed him of a death. And yeah. If that death was whatever Buck had with Eddie, the comparison would be an accurate one.
Eddie nods and ducks his head. Sniffs and looks anywhere but at Buck. Buck wants to keep talking. At least then, Eddie's eyes would be on him.
Then, in a voice too small for the space Eddie's supposed to occupy, he asks "why won't you stop me?"
Buck's tense shoulders drop in defeat. "Why would you want me to?"
Eddie shakes his head. Rolls his lips. Lets out a bitter laugh that, for all it's anger, still makes Buck's heart jump. "You know, I thought..."
Buck steps closer again, and it's probably the most dangerous step he's ever taken in his life. He's run into burning buildings, up ladders in lightning storms, through flooded streets, gunfire. And still, this one step is the most terrifying he's ever made.
Because they're close. Closer than they should be for the fight they're not really having. But still not close enough. There's maybe six inches between the toe of Buck's sneakers and Eddie's boots. But he doesn't dare close that gap.
"Eddie..." He doesn't know what to follow that up with. He hopes Eddie has some idea. Hopes, probably derangedly, that the words he wants to say are ones Eddie understands already.
"I'm going to get my kid back," Eddie says, looking somewhere over Buck's shoulder.
"I know you are."
"Why won't you stop me?" Eddie asks, finally meeting his eyes. There's something desperate there, something Buck hasn't seen since Christopher wouldn't look his father in the eye.
"The same reason I couldn't let you follow me into that building... I can't ask you to put your happiness aside for me," Buck admits, a desperation of his own forcing the words past the lump in his throat.
"Evan," Eddie says, and it makes Buck want to fall to his knees. He takes that last perilous step closer to Buck. Buck doesn't dare breathe. "You are my happiness."
Buck shakes his head, that isn't right. He's been bad, for so long, he doesn't make people happy. Eddie reaches up, cups his face in his hands to stop his movement. "Yes," Eddie continues. "Buck, I have spent... probably my whole life denying myself joy. And I'm finally learning that I don't have to. I found my joy, Buck. It's you."
"Eddie," Buck says, reverent like a vow. He had endless things he wanted to say to Eddie, but it all pales in comparison now.
"I'm coming home, Buck," Eddie promises. He swipes his thumbs across Buck's cheekbones, wiping away the tears Buck didn't even notice he'd started crying. "If you'll be here for us to come home to."
Buck pounces on him like a dog offered a treat. Better still, a place to stay. Someone's feet to curl up by.
He throws his arms around Eddie, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Yes," he whispers against Eddie's skin. "I'll be here for you to come home to."
#911#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 abc#911 spoilers#911 speculation#but not really#buddie fic#ficlet#maggie writes#I'm kinda obsessed with the dog metaphor and well...#don't ask me I don't know either#anyway here
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Godbless youtube for recomending me a random animatic video. No bc literally the stars allied for me to click that video, I literally found out mr wolf and me a few days ago on tiktok LMAOOOOOOO
That said, I love this game, the characters, the plot, the plot twist, the experience as a visual novel through rpgmaker, the pacing, god I wish that game never ended AAAAA
#bycaprinae#art#clinical trial game#implied spoilers#but not really#it's just my reaction to certain scenes in the game#but no specific information
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Would you feel satisfied with this type of love confession from Buck?
☆★☆
"I'm telling you, he's probably the happiest dog in the world... definitely with the most energy, he still wants to play." Buck says into the phone as he throws a ball across the apartment. The dog runs happily after it.
They recently returned from a walk where Buck purchased a few accessories. Maybe he shouldn't have done it, after all, the dog will only be with him for a few days until the shelter cleans up the damage and does some repairs. Nevertheless, Frisco, as the dog is called, is now in his care and Buck couldn't help himself pampering him a little bit.
Frisko puts the ball on the couch next to Buck, who is too absorbed in listening to Eddie on the other end of the line. Doggie nudges his hand lightly, and when Buck starts petting him, he eagerly jumps on the couch and starts licking his face.
Buck laughs heartily, which only makes Frisco more joyful and he wags his tail more vigorously.
"Ok, ok, calm down buddy... what? No, I was talking to the dog... ok, I'll try... see you tomorrow? Ok, bye."
Buck puts down his phone and rubs his furry friend.
"That was rude of you. I was talking to Eddie. Yes, this Eddie..." he looks into those big black eyes "...the one that pulled you out of danger. I'm pretty sure he would take care of you for these few days, but he's leaving to live with his son. Oh, you would love Christopher, when I first met him..."
Buck starts petting Frisco more calmly, telling the story about how Eddie joined the 118, about his wonderful son, about the adventures they had together, the funny ones and those that were very scary.
A few hours later, Buck is still lying on the couch and Frisco is lying on top of him, sharing his warmth, looking at Buck with those big, faithful eyes of his. His tail doesn't move, even though Buck continues to pet him.
“...so this is why he’s leaving tomorrow. And we won’t say anything… because we love him and we love Chris, we won’t say a damn thing…”
Frisco lets out a sigh. He feels sad for Buck, so he starts to lick his face again. This time it’s calm, comforting.
Buck hugs him, whispering into his golden fur, “I’m in love with him.”
And somehow saying it out loud for the first time like this makes it less scary… but also more real.
#evan buck buckely#buddie#eddie diaz#911 abc#drabble#season 8 speculation#but not really#just a little fic that was in my head
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why the hell do you know the entire hamlet by heart?
words, words, words
#i need to talk more about my better cr#i did a hamlet play in my better cr#well#technically#i was a supervisor#like#prop designer and all#but not really#i just came there and watched them every day meanwhile sometimes painting the background#it was...quite fun#i get you theatre kids#emmas better cr#asks
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Chloe is texting me about how Max kissed her? I thought they were just friends?
Life is Weird…
#warren graham#warren graham rp#life is strange roleplay#life is strange rp#life is strange rp blog#life is strange 1#lis 1#life is strange#grahamfield#but not really#pricefield
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Ummm this is awkward, my Ruby stuff is def NOT for men 🤨🤨
(Why are men here) (free me) (NOT a male safe blog)
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James met Egon’s outstretched hand with a wry, knowing smirk. “Until tomorrow, Doctor,” he replied, laced with humor, taking hold of that hand at best he can. “And do remind this..Venkman fellow… to mention our little ‘cursed sword demonstration’—I daresay it might just steal the show.” He uttered with an edge of playful mischief as he released Egon’s hand, the memory of their unique connection lingering like a warm current.
Back at the firehouse, Peter Venkman was already there, his usual cocky demeanor present as he leaned against the counter, cradling a coffee cup in one hand. He had either stayed up late or just got up early—it was hard to tell with him, but he seemed wide awake regardless. The place was quiet for now, just the sound of the coffee brewing in the background.
Peter's eyes flicked toward the door when it opened, and a knowing grin spread across his face. "Late night, Egon? I was beginning to think you had a hot date or something." He arched an eyebrow as he took another sip from his mug. "So, who’s the lucky ghost you're keeping company with these days?"
Venkman smirked, clearly enjoying the tease, even though he had no idea who Egon had been with the previous night or that the ghost in question had been an admiral. He just couldn't resist making his usual jabs, trying to get a rise out of his more reserved colleague.
Peter leaned back against the counter, his smirk widening as he continued to eye Egon. "I mean, you did come in pretty late for someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight." He chuckled to himself, taking another sip from his coffee as he watched Egon, waiting for some sort of reaction. "But hey, if you got some action, I'm happy for you, buddy."
He could already tell that the doctor wasn't going to give him much, but that only made it more fun for Peter. He swirled his coffee, still waiting for some hint of Egon's late-night escapades.
Egon hadn't even really noticed the passage of time until James called attention to it. It wasn't uncommon that he'd lose track of it while he was working. The amount of times he'd worked through the night or fallen asleep in his office were many, and still counting. But sitting here, playing chess and conversing with this man, felt less like working and more like leisure. Now that he would be joining them at the firehouse, he would have to make more time for it.
"Venkman is good," he said, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "I have no doubt he can do it. Of course, a few demonstrations from a cursed sword might help his case." He gave him a smirk, letting the hint hang in the air as he gathered up the chess pieces. "I'll make sure to have the board set up, as well as a place for your sword at the firehouse." He shut his suitcase with a gentle snap, standing straighter and smiling down at James.

"Until tomorrow then, Admiral," he said, holding his hand out to him.
#v: back from the grave#hehehe I'm sorry about him#but not really#doctoregonspengler#NorriSpengler#pieces on a chessboard
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Listen, it's a common mistake. That being said, despite their similarities, clowns and vampires are natural enemies.
Featuring cameos of cute Clown OCs: charredasperity.bsky.social’s Milly bunnybbouncin.bsky.social’s Peggy nikotoofficial.bsky.social’s Starboy joechoui.bsky.social’s Mary McBell basedbinkie.bsky.social’s Pippi Panini mementofunesmori.bsky.social’s Narrina
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Meme stuff (first template from handji_kyle on twt)
#marauders#hp marauders#marauders era#remus lupin#marauders fanart#sirius fanart#sirius black#remus lupin fanart#wolfstar fanart#wolfstar#tw sui implied#but not really#Remus is just done
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Ok this went okay on Instagram so I will post it here too I guess 😓
#scopohobia tw#(?)#eye contact#but not really#it’s not actually eye contact btw but kinda looks like it sorry#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt fanart#sierra art :3#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#free palestine
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antidote and their brother uuhh python
#i go back and forth between DD and WTTBP#artists on tumblr#my chemical romance#danger days#party poison#kobra kid#but not really
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“remember” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words
“You do not.”
“I do too.”
“You remember the exact day you fell in love with me?” Regulus ask James incredulously.
“I think I nearly know the exact minute I fell in love.” James tells him.
“Bollocks.” Regulus says and James just shrugs. “Alright. When?” Regulus challenges.
“1 September 1972. I’m going to say…” James thinks for a moment. “…about 11:08am, give or take five minutes.”
“Oh, shut up, you did not.” Regulus dismisses.
“I did.” James shrugs, but his expression is completely genuine. “I didn’t know what it was at the time. But I remember it. I felt it. And it never went away.” James says.
Regulus softens, but still looks at James skeptically. “What did you feel?” He whispers and James smiles.
“I had just met you, you scolded me for calling you Reggie, shook my hand and told me my hair was atrocious.” James says with a small chuckle. “And I remember thinking ‘what eleven-year-old shakes hands and uses the word atrocious?’ But then I felt it, while we were shaking hands my stomach did this little somersault. And I didn’t know what it was, I had never felt anything like that before and I didn’t know what to do, so…” James trails off, looking at Regulus.
“So, you laughed.” Regulus finishes.
“And you thought I was laughing at you.” James smiles softly.
“And I hated you for it.” Regulus says, with a little pout.
“Yup.” James says, popping the ‘p’, and they both chuckle. “But every time I saw you my stomach did that little somersault. It took me a few years to figure out what it meant, but it was always there.” James tells Regulus as he looks deep into his eyes. “It’s still there.”
Regulus is gazing back at James with so many emotions and trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He puts his hands on James’ cheeks and leans in so they’re only a breath apart.
“You are a sap, and I love you so much.” Regulus whispers sweetly and pulls James in for a kiss.
#love at first sight#james fell first#reggie fell harder#but not really#i think it’s pretty much equal#james is a sap#and proud of it#and reggie absolutely loves that about him#regulus loves james#james loves regulus#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#regulus black#james potter#marauders#james x regulus#regulus x james#marauders era#harry potter marauders#harry potter#hp#hp marauders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#dead gay wizards#starchaser#sunseeker#jeggyverse microfic
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Talk about bromance
Redraw of a really cool trend of two dudes forming a heart w their legs hehe
#persona 5#pegoryu#p5#persona#akiryu#p5 ryuji#p5r#persona5#p5 akira#p5 ren#ryuji sakamoto#ren amamiya#akira kusuru#bromance#but not really#they should kiss#on god#pegoryuyuri#koukinator
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"The Muse" by Fabian Perez for shits and giggles
#this is so cursed#im sorry#but not really#billford#bill x stanford#bill cipher fanart#bill cipher#stanford pines#stanford gravity falls#gravity falls#fanart#gravity falls fanart#parody
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