#confession Sunday

[destinyc1020]

Confession sunday: (If ) when tom and z decide to have kids, they'll have twins right away, (coming from both sides of the family)💫

🤭🤭

Let's pray for Z's womb lol 😅

[riverofrainbows]

I'm arguing with some catholic girl on tiktok (yes i know, first mistake) and she just told me that "going to church on sundays" is literally in the 10 commandments. Baffled actually.

[kamurocho-confessional]

"They need to bring crow feet back why the fuck do Kiryu and Majima look younger on 7 than they looked back in 3??

Just look at Kashiwagi and Adachi...... we need old men looking like hags"

[disenchanted2006]

Josh O'Connor in Mothering Sunday [2021]

[akai-anna]

shinichi: *takes a deep breath* shinichi: i lo- anyone who has spent five seconds around shinichi ever: yes, you love ran, we know, you love mōri ran so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love ran, we KNOW , you love ran you fucking love ran ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MŌRI RAN. WE GET IT.

[aunti-christ-ine]

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

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thanks darlins <3 here's another little snippet of drunk confession fic. will probably be the last one before posting!

Eddie’s torso curves inward a little as he digs into his over easy eggs, his posture so fucking terrible like always, his long fingers curled loosely around his fork, a line of bright yellow yolk running down his chin, eyelashes so fucking long and delicate and almost gold in the amber sunlight spilling in from the window.

He is so fucking beautiful.

So beautiful that it makes Buck ache.

Buck's teeth clench down hard around the shape of it, an attempt to cage in the beast of his want which is forced to travel back down, making his chest strain against the claws raking over his bones and flesh and blood.

He is going to bleed all over Eddie’s kitchen floor if he isn’t careful.

He looks away from Eddie and takes a bite out of the bacon, thankful for the salty richness that spears over his tongue and breaks apart the rough, clenched fist of his desires that always hangs around in the hollows of his cheeks and sticks to the back of his teeth.

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[porcelainmortal]

Several Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags over the past week, @suseagull5914 @thighzp @tailsbeth-writes!

The hangover from posting a long fic is REAL, man. I haven't written much all month despite having more time than ever. (It's a long story but I finally quit my horrible job.) BUT I managed to write a few words today. I'm offering absolutely no context, but please enjoy!

Henry slides off of Alex, trying to remember what the hell he said; when he might have given himself away.  “Forget it,” Alex laughs, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to wipe himself off. “I was kidding anyway.” “No, wait–” Henry reaches for Alex’s arm, pausing his movements. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember saying that.” “It’s cool,” Alex shrugs. “We all say shit in the heat of the moment, right? It’s nothing.” But he won’t meet Henry’s eyes and Henry can see his chin trembling in profile where he’s turned away.  “It’s not nothing, Alex. I–” Henry takes a deep breath of his own, trying to steady his racing heart. “Did you mean it?” Alex’s eyes dart to Henry’s and even in the dim light of the room, he can see how guarded and cautious he’s being. The stiff set of his shoulders and the white-knuckle grip of his hands on the sheet. The way the muscles in Alex’s arm are taut with tension under Henry’s hand where he’s still gripping it.

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[yellowymellon]

Pre 2.0 wip I'm not finishing 👺

[disasterbuck]

seven several sentence sunday

tagged by @spotsandsocks 🥰

Help! I need motivation to finish this wip 😩

Biting his bottom lip nervously, Buck forced himself to step to the side so that Eddie had an uninterrupted view of everything he'd prepared. He knew the smell must be reaching Eddie by now, too – would he recognise the aroma as one of his favourite foods?

"Um," Eddie said awkwardly, not moving from his place in the doorway. "Did I get the day wrong?"

"What?" Buck asked, staring at him.

"This is a date," Eddie said slowly, gesturing at the room before suddenly looking over his shoulder as though he expected someone else to walk up at any moment. "You have a date! Damn, I'm sorry, let me get out of your hair."

Of all the reactions Buck had imagined Eddie having, this was not one of them. Buck was so surprised by it that Eddie was already halfway down the corridor before his brain kicked back into action and he was able to quickly sprint after him, grabbing his arm.

"Eddie, wait! Don't go," he said, fighting a sudden urge to laugh hysterically. The night had barely even begun and already it wasn't going as planned. "It's for you."

Eddie turned back to look at him, confusion written all over his face. He glanced past Buck to the still open door and then back at Buck again.

"… For me?" he asked tentatively, voice so soft Buck practically had to lipread.

"Will you–" Buck had to pause and clear his throat. "Will you come inside? And I'll explain?"

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[destinyc1020]

Confession Sunday:

I found very curious and such a big coincidence that both Olivia and Nadia appeared in Tom’s life when he was in the low, he went all the way without thinking too much.

With Olivia he was obviously drunk that day, the girl serving the drinks said that Sam was trying to calm him down, warning him they were in a public space. We know he regretted his behavior.

With Nadia was just after the NY photos of Z & JE, we all know that those photos hit him hard, so he when all the way with her, too quickly too fast, he needed a companion and they had a good time together but he wasn’t in love.

I believe both women knew about his feelings for Zendaya but thought they could make him forget her but they couldn’t.

JE couldn’t either, She was still lurking Tom stuff while she was with him.

We don’t know what the future holds but they are looking more close and committed. The breakup and dating other people, probably helped them to mature and appreciate what they have now even more.

I agree with everything you said Anon. 🥰

I especially agree with your last sentence! 💯

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

There is no unselfish reason to stay. Gu Yiran was never going to belong here in Halan; he’d only been kidding himself all this time that things were changing.  Zheng Bei is still standing there, silent, three steps in past the door. His head and shoulders silhouetted by the square yellow light of the front windows. Gu Yiran looks past him, out through the windows at the empty air above the apartment courtyard and says, “Yes, I think I’ll only stay until the case closes,” and feels the unfamiliarity of the word until in his mouth. He hasn’t been able to see an ending coming for years.

anyway, i've decided i really want to lean into the imminent tension of the case closing and gyr potentially leaving since in canon we glossed over this completely via gu yiran's phone call skills. also, i have become obsessed with zheng bei's yellow front windows apparently, this is the second, maybe third bit i've written this week that involves those yellow windows.

[repressedqueen]

(a little more than) Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by the beautiful @spotsandsocks <3

This is from part 1 from my Turning Page (aka the prequel). It's the first Buddie fic I started writing in March believe it or not, after a two-year gap. I've missed writing about them and I craved a good old love confession fic. It will be posted next week! Chronologically placed right after 5x10.

"Maybe you should go back to your girlfriend." he finally says, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. Buck scoffs softly, gaze back on the wooden floor "I don't have a girlfriend anymore." Eddie ignores the rush of enthusiasm bursting inside him the moment Buck’s words register and turns to face him, brows furrowed in confusion "She broke up with you?" Buck’s vulnerability somehow fades, his response comes steady and fierce "I broke up with her.” Maybe it’s the rising percentage of alcohol in his blood, maybe it's the sleep deprivation Eddie is fighting as well, or maybe it’s something else entirely. No matter the reason, Eddie can physically feel the atmosphere in the room changing. It’s like everything suddenly happens in slow motion. "I thought you liked her." "I thought so too. But things changed for me too." Buck admits. "What changed?" "You got shot." Buck replies, as if stating the obvious.

Why does Eddie feel like he’s going to throw up all of a sudden? His body is reacting in ways his mind is unable to catch up with. "But—that happened months ago." "Let's just say I'm slow."

Honestly cannot wait to post this 7000+ word story, it's sooooo soft (and angsty I should add)! tagging a few people whose writing I love and admire. @bewilderedbuckley @the-likesofus @coal15 @bidisasterevankinard @gayhoediaz Let me know if you want to be removed of course!

[beatheprincess]

I LOVEE when my hair smells good🥺🥺😩✊🏽💗💖🎀💟 and feels refreshed!!💟🎀💗💖💜🙈😆😊

[performing-personhood]

please god in the name of everything good and right in the universe please let me not be the only person who thought Ricky September was gonna turn out to be Ruby Sunday in drag or anyone in drag

i'm so sorry i'm dumb please don't shout at me

[some1s-sista]

Sunday Confessions

The husband had to work today, which completely threw me off, so I’ve been laboring under the impression that it was Monday ALL DAY LONG!

I got up at 6am before realizing I didn’t actually have to drive Sixx to school.

I was going to have a rest day, but thought I already did, so I did my workout indoors since it was raining and then went on a walk this afternoon when the skies cleared.

Yes, I’ve become that person. I’m working out twice a day now. It’s like I don’t even know me. I take my walks outside (30-45 mins) then do some circuit training or strength training later in the day (another 30 mins).

I’m gonna be the fittest granny. (Ha! None of my kids want kids. I won’t be a granny.)

Sixx was given her rank in class Friday. She’s ending her junior year ranked 5th in class and was invited to be a Junior Class Marshall for graduation. We found a dress for her this weekend. $9 on clearance FTW!

There is clover everywhere and it smells so good I’m actually sad when someone mows their lawn. Today’s walk was a combination of spring rain on hot macadam and white clover. There’s nothing better … until the honeysuckle blooms.