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hi! im c, used to be @goldthorn-archive but now im here :) | my main ao3: c_goldthorn, the bikeriders pseud: bennyrides | check featured tags for navigation | 18+
fandoms: mota, callum turner & austin butler
Chaptered Fics/Series
He May Be The Reason (clegan) E
(Way Down Inside) Honey You Need It (crossdavis) E
Drabbles/One Shots
Sugar Coated (Melting in Your Mouth) (clegan) E
No Proof, One Touch (clegan) sfw
I'll Alway Be In Love With You (mota drabbles)
He's Got a Ticket to Ride (the bikeriders drabbles)
WIPs
He May Be The Reason, Honey You Need It, casablanca wip, Misty Taste of Moonshine
Housekeeping + For Requests:
prompt lists i'm currently taking requests from:
go slow (smut)
touch starved
currently writing for:
mota: clegan, curtbuckbucky, margebuckbucky
the bikeriders: crossdavis (benny x johnny), benny x the vandals
MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!
however, my blog is not a space for venting/ trauma dumping/complaining, etc. this is my fun little corner of the internet and pls let's keep the vibes good <3
and thank u @johnslittlespoon for making the gif at the top for me ily <3
#c goldthorn#c writes#c recommends#c yaps#ao3#clegan#mota x the national#john egan#gale cleven#mota#masters of the air#crossdavis#benny cross#johnny davis#the bikeriders#notting hill!clean AU#he may be the reason#honey you need it
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Thought the people who were impressed by That Photo would like to know he does this kind of shit all the time
#gabriel medina#surfing#olympics#paris 2024#brazil#c: surfing#p: gabriel medina#t: fanvid#brasil tag#briefly got on here and the gifset of that one wave popped up again on the dash with 6k notes now#and most people on there are clearly under the impression that it was a one-off so i thought i'd make someone's day with this#(the first part of this tag sounded rude i think? but idk how else to phrase it. obviously no one is expected to know stuff like this)#(but if surfing has caught your eye this olympics i can't recommend it ENOUGH that you look this man up)#it's 3am here so i'll be back tomorrow to rb stuff about what happened today + yesterday 🫡
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all i have left
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fanart#jjk fanart#fushiguro megumi#itadori yuuji#yuuji#megumi#hhhhhhhhh why angsty mood im hurting my me :((((((#go from megumi angst 2 dumb outfits then HARD pivot back 2 angst#u dont understand th clench in my heart i get drawing th sukuna scars on megumi i genuinely hate it so much#theyre such a Part of yuuji's design tht drawing them on megumi feels so viscerally wrong n it just hammers home that nothing is alright#had to listen 2 the cutesiest music possible while drawing this 2 keep myself sane#miku miku beam th pain away :)#real talk tho like. im really not one to b terribly emotionally affected by my own art. or to draw from my Own emotional state at all rly#i tend 2 keep myself pretty distant#but theres smth abt this one man this one pulls at th kokoro :(#suffering from success ig :/#created an emotionally poignant piece n it hurt. 0/10 wld not recommend. am going back to drawing boys shirtless >:c#gna draw something else so i stop feeling genuine human emotion
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Sent over by my mentor
#c suite#ceo aesthetic#strong women#powerful woman#personal growth#that girl#getting your life together#balance#productivity#Books#book recommendations#summaries#Mentor#mentor recommendations
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absolutely insane thing to say as the author of The Cooler Fic but okay joey
Little angsty, pining!Gale fic
Sat down to right something and wrote this instead. I don't usually write anything that's not at least somewhat fluffy, but it's the mood I'm in lately, I guess. LOL. Sorry, I'll be out of my funk soon, hopefully!
Takes place in England, vague-timeline, but before Regensberg.
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“I was so busy this afternoon, I didn’t even have time to eat a thing. This wine will go straight to my head.”
Her voice is musical, her laugh bubbles after it in a charming cadence. John’s eyes crinkle at the corners and the skin of his face stretches with the force of the smile he directs at the woman nestled under his arm in the booth.
Gale had started his night nestled under that same arm, in that same booth.
John laughs with her, a quiet, fond chuckle, and tells her that food is an important thing to make time for. He pinches her chin between two fingers and makes her head move to where he wants it to go, whispers something in her ear that makes her cheeks flame and then he turns away to laugh at something Curt says. Gale’s palms are sweating.
Two days ago, after interrogation, John had watched him, concern heavy in his blue eyes, as Gale had pushed the food around his plate. He’d kicked him under the table and nodded at the untouched food in front of him when he’d drawn Gale’s gaze and then he’d lectured him on taking better care of himself on the walk back to barracks. He’d also given him a chocolate bar that he’d pretended to pull from behind Gale’s ear. And smiled at him with fondness in his eyes as Gale savored the entire thing, refusing even a bite for himself.
It made Gale feel important in a way not much else did, having John’s focus, his care. It made him feel too much and crave more. It was dangerous.
John hadn’t gone out that night. He’d stayed in with Gale when he’d said he needed a quiet evening and they’d played gin rummy and talked about everything except for the war. His attention hadn’t drifted from Gale once until they’d finally called it a night and gone to bed.
Gale had laid awake wondering if he would star in John’s dreams and then fallen asleep feeling foolish.
Now, Gale watches this beautiful woman watch John and he recognizes the look in her eyes. She wants his attention back on her, doesn't want to share it with the other airmen. He wishes he couldn’t relate.
“You know, I have a friend, still sippin’ her drink with the girls, waiting for a handsome pilot of her own.” She says the words too loud, but her goal is achieved as John’s head turns to follow the sound of her voice and just like that, she has John’s attention while Gale has everyone else’s.
She eyes Gale with a smile, red lipstick making her teeth look bright white. Gale wants to tell her that John isn’t hers. That last week it was a different woman sitting in her place and tomorrow it will probably be another. He keeps his face impassive.
He tries not to squirm even as he chooses to stay silent instead of outright balking at the idea of entertaining a woman all night. The pretending is harder to stomach than solitude. The toothpick in his mouth needs to be replaced. It’s too saturated and frayed from the extent he’s been worrying at it.
As always, John comes to his rescue.
“Buck here has a beautiful girl back home.”
He doesn’t.
“He won’t so much as dance with anyone that's not her.”
He says it like he always does, like he finds it endearing. Gale hates the way he wishes his voice held some kind of bitter emotion. But as always, it is just warm affection in his tone when Gale is the subject that colors his words. It had started making Gale’s chest flutter somewhere around the time of their first promotion.
And he’d desired that tone and the man it belonged too long before they were assigned to the 100th. Ignoring it hadn’t worked, so accepting it and letting it consume a part of him that would never be shared became the solution.
It's why he broke it off with Marge before shipping out, though he didn’t tell John that. Didn’t tell anyone that. She still writes to him, still wants to be his friend, and it’s easy for the men to draw the conclusion that he is loyal to a sweetheart back home.
The woman under John’s arm rolls her eyes and then forgets about Gale immediately.
She’s laughing at all of his jokes.
Even when John pulls out his best material, Gale makes sure to give him nothing more than a smile. He’s been unable to help himself and has allowed soft huffs of quiet laughter on occasions that are becoming less rare. But Gale has never given him a full bellied laugh.
Maybe he should have. He knows it’s a goal of John’s, to make Gale smile, to make him laugh.
She’s touching his chest, the side of neck.
Gale allows himself to be touched by John. Not at first. Physical contact hadn’t been a part of his life in a positive way before he met John. It took a lot to get to the point where his best friend’s method of expressing friendship didn’t make him want to recoil, didn’t make him flinch. It took a lot, but it didn’t take a long time. By the third week in flight school, he was craving the soft touches and starting to hate himself a little for it.
He hardly ever initiates the contact himself. He’ll give John’s shoulder a squeeze. Let his hand linger in his grasp for too long when they greet each other.
Maybe things would be different if he let himself touch with the freedom in which John did. But affection was something he soaked up like a sponge when it was from John and wilted at when it was from others. And it was something he’d never learned how to give or take. Thinks maybe John could teach him but he knows he’ll never ask him to.
But things wouldn’t be different.
Because he watches John’s hand trail from her shoulder, down her back and to her hip, fingertips grazing the soft curve of her body on its way down. He watches John smile into her hair and whisper something into her ear again that makes her cheeks flush to match her lipstick and then nuzzle behind her ear. He looks away as John’s fingers trail the hem of her skirt.
And he imagines doing that to Marge or the girl across the room and all it does is turn his stomach.
So, nothing would be different if he were able to touch freely or laugh loudly. He’s different and John’s not, so he’ll settle it all back down in his chest and try to think about all of it less.
But he doesn’t have to torture himself by watching where this night will lead his best friend, so he slides out of the booth and heads to the bar to pay.
“What’s got you so glum, Buck?” Everett Blakely’s effusively kind voice sounds off as Gale pockets his change and he gives the other man a raised eyebrow.
“Pretty sure this is just what my face looks like, Everett.”
“Nah, sometimes you smirk a bit.” Everett grins at him. “Besides, it’s all in the eyes, and you’ve got sad eyes tonight, Major.”
“Think we’re all entitled to bad nights once in a while, given the circumstances.” Gale plucks a fresh toothpick from his pocket to replace the one he’d ruined, catches John leading the woman onto the dancefloor and can’t help but follow his movements with his eyes.
He wishes he was normal enough that the lives of the twenty men they’d lost two days ago was what was twisting his insides. Instead, it’s watching his best friend do a perfectly normal thing - flirt and twirl a girl around. Both realities of his reasons for hurting live heavy in his chest, like they’re located in different chambers, blessing him with the opportunity to feel different types of agony instead of just your average layer of pain.
“Gonna head out,” he says, nodding at Blakely, who lifts his glass in response.
John is in rare form this evening, giving up on dancing quickly and already guiding the girl towards the back door without a glance in Gale’s direction.
Because he’s normal. And normal men don’t think about their best friends when there’s a pretty girl hanging on their arm.
Bucky probably expects Gale to be waiting for him when he’s finished. Waiting to walk back together at the end of the night.
Or maybe he’s not thinking anything at all about Gale.
He’s the first one back. He’s always the first one back.
The shower room is vacant, and he takes his time, but he’s still alone when he makes his way back into the barracks. He’s still alone when he changes into his sleep clothes and lays in his cot.
And he is still alone an hour later when sleep refuses to sink her claws into him and drag him to some kind of relief.
Men slowly stumble in, and Gale closes his eyes, giving the illusion of slumber. He listens to the nightly routines of the men around him as they prepare for sleep, actions audibly clumsier than most nights in their inebriated states.
But drunken movements disturbing a quiet room are something Gale’s been hearing since he was a boy, so he finds them familiar and ignores the way they make his stomach tighten unpleasantly in anticipation.
More time paces, everyone settled into bed and Gale still can’t sleep.
Shuffling footsteps, intentionally quiet in their movements are the only thing that alerts him to John’s return. His cot is within arm’s reach of Gale’s own, but he’d thought it would remain empty tonight. The feeling of satisfaction that bubbles up in him is ugly and bitter, but he lets it boil under his skin as John returns to his side in the end.
Heavy, scratchy wool glides up the length of his torso until it rests under his chin. Strong hands tuck it under his shoulder blades and his hips. He tries to keep his breathing deep, feigning the same familiar pattern of sleep he listens to from John’s bunk each night to lull himself to sleep. A moment later, calloused fingers brush the product-less bangs off his forehead and run through the length of his hair.
The tender gesture almost forces his eyes open. That aching, craving hunger for more of what John will give him is a living thing in his chest. Those fingers ghost over his hair one more time and Gale uses every bit of strength in himself not to push up into the touch, not to whine when it’s gone.
He hears John let out a sigh that sounds mournful and he doesn’t understand what any of it means.
As John moves, most likely to turn away, Gale can smell her perfume.
If he opened his eyes he’d probably see her lipstick stained on his mouth, his neck. Knows with a gut-wrenching certainty that it’s probably stained in more intimate places, and he wishes John wasn’t too drunk to go take a shower.
Wishes it wouldn’t linger on him. Wishes it wasn’t on him at all. Doesn’t want to see the red of her lips on John’s when the new day dawns.
Imagines if it had been him under John’s arm leaving the pub, there wouldn’t even be a visible trace of him in the aftermath.
He’d be forgettable, inconsequential. Easy to forget. Easy to regret.
He keeps his eyes closed and wishes John hadn’t come back at all. Is so glad that he did.
A softly whispered “goodnight, Buck.” is breathed into the stale air of the barracks, and Gale lays awake for a long time after John’s breathing evens out into sleep, wishing he could join him in more ways than one.
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I need more doomed Yuri. Not doomed in the sense that like their relationship won’t work out but like…doomed by circumstance. Doomed by fate. Doomed because they loved each other so strongly, so violently, so transcendently that everything else is destroyed by the force of it.
I want Yuri that’s doomed but the love persists so viciously that it dooms everyone. I want Shakespearean levels of tragedy Yuri.
I want Yuri that that is feral and untamable. I want Yuri that is beautiful and terrifying and ferocious. Yuri that annihilates anything and everything that dares stand in its way.
#funhouse convo#Yuri#Signalis#YES THIS POST IS ABOUT SIGNALIS#it’s also about Madoka magica#also mayyyybbbbeeee a little bit about revolutionary girl hyena#but i can’t know b/c I have not watched it yet#please drop recommendations#signalis 2022#signalis game
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Can I be completely honest with you all...
I think Zolu is such a cute ship whether it's romantically or platonically tehehe
What who said that?
#one piece#luffy#monkey d luffy#zoro#roronoa zoro#zolu#back with the wander over yonder art style once again#don't like this ship? I recommend that you block the tag#I may or may not start posting zolu related content#besides this is a vulnerable thing for me to do :c#my art
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one day people will write about doctors telling people to exercise more for literally any and all condition and regardless of the safety or efficacy of this advice the same way we write about arbitrary bloodletting in the early modern period
#thinking about the gastroenterologist who told me to exercise more#a) without first asking me how much exercise i did (i cycled 5 miles to the appointment)#b) without asking whether exercise ever affected my symptoms (i used to be a competitive irish dancer and no difference)#and c) despite the fact i was under the care of the physio team for an injured knee#and had been explicitly advised against weight bearing exercise#in particular impact exercise like jogging#and he recommended jogging. to cure my stomach problems#guess what. turned out my internal organs are in the WRONG FUCKING PLACE#would exercise fix this. a clue: no.
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WHAT I WANNA TOOUUUCH DOWN 燃やせ 革命 アップデート hey!
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#22.04.23#3331#i wanna recommend that too but well unless you're french i guess;#if you're français.e you can look up Les Histoires qui S'écoutent c un chouette ptit docu sur les séries audio#je crois qu'il est sur youtube mtnt#FrChl
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someone commented for recs so off the top of my head:
this one by @avonne-writes is v lovely: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56528812
ofc there’s this one by @anachilles, really like this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56195833
this one is so good and @soliloquy-dawn constantly breaks my brain (affectionate): https://archiveofourown.org/works/56571391/chapters/143780557
this is a buckybuckcurt one by my fav @johnslittlespoon: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55929076
There’s not enough clegan somnophilia out there and I think it should be illegal
#c recommends#mota#clegan#mota fic#mota fanfic#buck x bucky#twobucks#buck squared#buckybuckcurt#buckbuckycurt#clegan curt#john egan#gale cleven#curt biddick#curtbuckybuck#curtbuck
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For the two people who wanted to see these doodles lol
I didnt draw that well but I wasn't gonna even show these originally so eeehhhh who cares. Anyway I now have a whole AU fleshed out inside my head if anyone's curious! Will probably make more doodles (digital next time)
#art#help how do i anatomy#doodles#gravity falls doodle#fionna and cake doodle#adventure time doodle#for the person who will probably ask!! i ise sharpies and generic white gel pens. id recommend better quality gel pens though#simon petrikov#bill cipher#kinda??? i mean. hes . hes def there#cake the cat#mabel pines#simon adventure time#adventure time simon#fionna and cake simon#f&c cake#gravity falls mabel#stanford pines#anyway i started shipping simon and ford AS A JOKE. and it is NO LONGER a joke.#this is all im gonna think about for a bit . spinning them in my head
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my brother suggested a meme for me
#pjo#riordanverse#demigods of olympus#son of magic#camp jupiter classified#laurel and jason#laurel ttc#jason ttc#alabaster torrington#alabaster c torrington#zane carver#sam greenwood#tabitha pjo#ely pjo#ming pjo#claudia pjo#janice pjo#blaise pjo#mimi pjo#marcus pjo#< CHRIST thats so many#im sorry for tagging them all but also im tagging them for my own blog organizational purposes#and 99% of them are so obscure i dont think their tags get used often#anyways meme recommendation by my brother and bonus notes suggested by TA server
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Those critics who read Frankenstein as an incest tale see the monster as a psychoanalytic symbol, as a living psychic projection whose importance lies in what he means to Frankenstein rather than in what the monster himself feels and suffers. Those critics who read the monster as a daughter focus on the monster's anger and pain, but tend to skirt the importance of the incest theme to the monster's anguish. When Frankenstein is read through the lens of Mathilda, the tale of father-daughter incest that Shelley wrote immediately after Frankenstein, one can propose a fuller interpretation: Frankenstein tells the story of a father and daughter locked in bitter conflict; more specifically, Mary Shelley portrays Victor Frankenstein as a paternal figure who projects his own incestuous guilt upon his creature and, having made it monstrous, rejects it.
‘My Hideous Progeny': Mary Shelley, William Godwin, and the Father-Daughter Relationship by Katherine C. Hill-Miller
#source is linked#i recommend reading the chapter in full to anyone who’s interested#frankenstein#katherine c. hill-miller
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He Calls Me Bunny by johnslittlespoon on ao3
happy halloween from bunny bucky 🐇♡
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nothing warrants a little treat break like killing a man
#jthm#johnny the homicidal maniac#johnny c#my art#art#jthm fanart#digital art#joy and fun#friendship#one of the tags it recommended was “me and my best friend”#so true Tumblr... so true...
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