#even tho it's now fucking friday

[lilarus]

WIP Wednesday

(even though it's Thursday for me now)

Thank you to the amazing @illumiera for tagging me~

This is just a small snippet from my fic's next chapter (chapter 4).

With Haev's insistence that they weren't needed, Sirestia found themself at a loss for what to do. Staying in the village only offered them so many available options and they didn't want to stray too far from the children, but perhaps they should.

"What are you going to do today, baba?"

"I am still unsure, baby girl. What suggestion do you have for me?"

"I think you should explore the island a little more!"

"Should I?"

"Yes! And don't worry about us, I don't think the village will do anything to us now."

"If you are sure, my lovely."

Raseyl nodded enthusiastically, her ears bobbed up and down as she hummed.

"Pick a place on the map and I will venture there," Sirestia grabbed a map of Solstheim out of their bag, unwrapping it before laying it down on the table.

"Here."

Raseyl placed a pale finger slightly southeast of Raven Rock, they raised their brows.

"So far away?"

"I think you should maximize your time away, though there's no doubt you'd make it there in something like an hour."

"My own child wants to get rid of me!" They exclaimed dramatically, raising a hand to their forehead. "Oh, the pain!"

"Baba!"

The two laughed and she grabbed them, giving them a little shake. Raseyl wrapped her arms around them tightly, only loosening when they placed a kiss or two on her hair.

"I know you've been really bored recently so I want you to have a little time outside. And I know you're not really enjoying your time here so maybe something good will come of it."

"Thank you, baby girl."

I don't really talk about it on here much, if like at all, but you can find my fic below !

Tagging @firebastardextraordinaire and @out-of-mana and anyone else who would like to :>

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @lover-of-mine @diazblunt @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela

Thank you my dears! Muah! 💖

Here's some more of paint sex fic which is turning out to be quite ridiculous and i don't even know what is happening anymore but there WILL be paint sex... eventually

“Just hear me out,” Buck says with a little shake of his hands, which means he is about to launch into a passionate info dump and Eddie–

Well, Eddie is in love, and Buck’s passion and knowledge about anything and everything and the sound of his voice are all on Eddie’s things I love list, so he smiles through a sigh, leans his hip against the shopping cart that is filled with dozens of other supplies for their home improvement projects, and listens intently, fondly, eagerly, as Buck details the psychological benefits of painting their bedroom dark purple.

“Studies show that this color helps slow down respiration and heart rate which makes it one of the most suitable colors for a bedroom, because it soothes you and calms you down and it is actually the most restful color for your eyes so it contributes greatly to feelings of comfort and well-restedness. And it’s such a rich and sophisticated color, often associated with luxury and royalty. But we could go with a lighter color if you want. Pale shades of purple are said to be flexible and really good for both early and late risers since those hues have both soothing and revitalizing qualities.”

As Buck talks, Eddie employs one of the skills that he is grateful he possesses: multitasking.

He watches and catalogues the way Buck moves as he talks. The way his hands flutter in between them, waving this way and that as if he is trying to illustrate each word he says, attempting to paint a picture for Eddie to see. The way his eyes go so big and round as he gets himself excited, full of an uncontainable wonder that Eddie has occasionally found himself jealous of but has always appreciated, especially when he sees the exact same shade of that wonder glowing in Chris’ eyes too. The way Buck shifts from foot to foot, going up on his toes every now and then, doing the tiniest of jumps to release the energy that is almost always filtering through his body.

It’s such a sight, one that Eddie could never tire of, more beautiful and captivating than any work of art or miracle, something like sparkling divinity embedded in every single movement, wrapping around Buck’s form in a sacred shroud that makes him glow like an eternal star whose light could never burn out.

Eddie leans his body further against the cart, appreciating the physicality of Buck and happily soaking up his incandescent aura.

No, Eddie doesn’t really believe in things like auras but Buck has always been good at making Eddie believe in things he never could have imagined and he’s in a place where he can fully embrace that and not fight against it. Something like the faith that so many churches and priests tried to instill in him finally coming alive within his soul now that he has a real and miraculous man in front of him that he can worship.

Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @jeeyuns @paranoidbean @bigfootsmom @jesuisici33 @devirnis @giddyupbuck @rogerzsteven @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @heartshapedvows @bvckandeddie @cowboy-buck @cowboy-buddie @transbuck @transboybuckley @folk-fae @fleurdebeton @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck @bucks118 @forthewolves @911onabc @diazass @roy-kents @anxieteandbiscuits (i know you are in writing jail but ily and am an attention whore soooo) and anyone else who wants to share!

[pennedinblood]

as of ten minutes ago we are officially Jobless™️. my sign to retire early and devote the remainder of my existence to writing toxic old man yaoi

[dogbunni]

cat needs to go to the vet again. I am on my hands and knees begging for a break pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

[saturdaymournings]

ohoho boy tomorrow is gonna be so bad but yanno what I’m gonna be a brave little guy and I’m gonna treat myself to back to back bath days so it’s all gonna be good in the end. Today was so bad today was fucking dreadful but there will be a way !!!!! I have to remember the small joys I have to stay strong

[sad--tree]

can i be real with u all. totally uncontroversial opinion incoming but james hetfield and kirk hammett can totally still Get It. like ik im on the Fucking Old Men website but like. woof.

[lover-of-mine]

Fuck it friday!

I was tagged by the lovely @cowboy-buck thank you <333

I've been having a lot of fun with the trauma fic 🫶 this week because I've finally been able to fill the spaces around the random bits of dialogue I've been writing down for the past month, so here's a little bit of it I guess oskaoskas (this was supposed to be a quick thing and it spiraled out of my control so fast it's actually kinda funny)

The issue is he's not thinking about being pulled out of a flipped van on a collapsed bridge. He's thinking about being dragged through the pavement under a firetruck.  The memories are clouded. Fuzzy around the edges and Eddie can't place them in order.  But there are memories now.   He doesn't usually try to remember what happened. Talked about the aftermath of it in excruciating detail, and sometimes about the way he felt like he was about to die when he fell, but never about the actual shooting. He considered it a small blessing that he doesn't remember everything about that day. He thought about it in the last few months, after Buck asked him, but he kept being met with empty space. There was pain keeping him standing but pulling him down, the thought of how his life was about to end when he hit the ground, and then there was a hospital room.  But now there are eyes locked into his across the pavement. There are hands pulling him towards a body and hoisting him into a shoulder and into the cabin. There are hands keeping pressure on his shoulder while he struggles to stay awake. There's a voice telling - begging - him to hang on. There's a shade of blue he could recognize anywhere surrounded by red and stained with fear. It all belongs to Buck. He knows that. A somewhat frantic and covered in blood, Eddie's blood, Buck. 

i have no idea who to tag, but i saw @ilostyou saying the brainrot was making her write again so babe I'm tagging you if you're feeling up for it!

[jonathanbyersphd]

The wedding AU (which has a name maybe idk I'm between two) Can be summarized as "El is the only sibling with the braincell all weekend"

[inkykeiji]

Every time you mention rockstar Dabi a tear falls from down my thigh…😭😭😭 God hand him over..eeeee

HE'S COMING HE'S COMING I PROMISEEE i'm so sorry i've been away from this blog like all week waaah i've been doing landscaping every single day for hours upon hours hahaha but we just finished today (yay!) <3 anyway, he's super summery so i want to post him (ALL of him; three parts) throughout the summer <3 my bsd hyperfixation has been curbed and i am back on track to finish him + flawless part two!! <3

[stonerzelda]

I love my job but i rally will never understand the phenomenon of when some coworkers/people that work in different departments alongside u like. Decide they dont like u lol. Like i get along with nearly everybody so so so well but there are these 2 ladies that have been so needlessly cold/rude to me and for what. Why would you create a hostile work environment on purpose like does that not just make your own life harder lmao

[kimmkitsuragi]

"if i finish this i will watch a horror movie" thing kinda backfired it's 9pm lmao

[nomaishuttle]

aughhhhh i wish i had books 2 read i wanna read books so bad rn 🤓 <- i look like this. 2 pictures of me 👇

[askgunpowdertim]

[... Excerpt from notebook labelled "GUNPOWDER TIM -DO NOT READ", written in cursive English in pink scented glitter pen:

30/12/2022 FRI

Jonny's really pretty. Especially when they're covered in blood. And gore. Especially my blood and gore. <3

REMINDER: No more first mate-ing Jonny.

Asked Jonny to mess around with some fireworks later.

REMINDER: Pick up some alcohol for later. Don't forget the gasoline and machine oil.

Aurora is Not fireworks-proof.

Thankfully for her (and for me), I asked Nastya first before testing it. She said to just land somewhere to set fireworks on.

REMINDER: Ask Brian and Ivy to land on a planet so we can have some proper festivities.

There was ...another Ashes? I think? They were pretty cool.

- Gunpowder Tim]

[stevethehairington]

oh i am about to LOSE IT. i just got a notification that two things have been delivered to me, but when i went downstairs to check the mail there was NOTHING there. nothing in my actual mailbox and nothing sitting in the hallway. and now i am EYESEYESEYESEYES because where the fuck is my mail?????

[ilostyou]

welp. the phantom cramps are no longer phantom 😃