#i want to sleep for 20 years

[bespokejoke]

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[honeybard]

bad kid bard step-siblings who have a devil father, a name beginning with F and a desire to pursue unhealthy relationships until they finally get their kisses in with a cute girl who is based on a mythological creature

[potatobugz]

i was hacked by a very unhappy man!

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage

[feelingtheaster99]

“Oh baby, can you cast legend lore!”

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday & Inspiration Saturday

it’s Saturday for me so I’m smooshing the two together.

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @spotsandsocks @callmenewbie -> tagging you all right back for inspiration Saturday 😘

Okay so I’m back from holidays and the writing beans did visit me (yay!) … but did they visit for any of my current wips? Haha of course not 🤪. Being near the beach inspired a new buddie wip that is going to be part of a series called Daylight, inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. I already have some stuff written for two more fics in the series too haha.

Here’s a moodboard for the series and a little snippet from the first fic, I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake).

Quick summary -> musician Buck is tired of the fame, fortune and loneliness of a life that doesn’t even feel like his own, so he packs his bags and runs away and ends up in the small beachside town of Hartlan Shore where he may just find everything he’s been longing for.

“What are you playing?”

Buck’s fingers pause in their strumming, his left hand sliding along the neck of the guitar as he abandons the chords he was playing. He opens his eyes to find a kid, no more than 8 years old with curly brown hair and wide inquisitive blue eyes framed by red rimmed glasses standing before him.

Buck squints his eyes against the morning sun. “Uh, nothing really, just playing random chords hoping it’ll turn into something.”

The kid moves on shaky legs to drop down in the sand on Buck’s right hand side. “I want to learn to play the guitar, but my Dad says no one in town is offering lessons.”

Buck frowns in sympathy for the kid. He remembers being a kid in Hershey and begging his parents for guitar lessons. He still doesn’t know why they turned him down at first, leaving him to seek out lessons from the school music teacher, Mr Glover, every Thursday at recess. It wasn’t until Mr Glover flagged his parents down at the one parent teacher night they actually managed to attend, using the magic words natural talent for the guitar and great potential with the right vocal training, that they agreed to get him not only private guitar lessons, but singing lessons too. Mr Glover had been more than happy to keep their lessons up, but Phillip and Margret Buckley didn’t think a mere school music teacher was good enough to teach their son, not if he was going to become somebody. Buck hadn’t cared who taught him, he’d just wanted to learn, just like this kid seems to.

“Would you like to learn a couple of chords now?” Buck asks.

The kid’s face lights up, a wide smile stretching across his face as he nods his head eagerly. Buck feels himself melt a little at how adorable this kid is.

“First things first.” Buck lays his guitar over his lap and extends his hand out to the kid. “I’m Buck.”

The kid looks at his hand for a moment, long enough that Buck is starting to wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what a handshake is, but then a small hand slips into his. “I’m Christopher.”

No pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @hippolotamus @athenagranted @eddiebabygirldiaz @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @wildlife4life @weewootruck @rainbow-nerdss @the-likesofus @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @clusterbuck @monsterrae1 @mellaithwen @nmcggg and anyone else who wants to join in and share something ❤️

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[istayawakereading]

So just finished the finale and I am emotionally exhausted in the best fucking way. This episode put me through the wringer; the epic highs and lows of football will never compare to the epic highs and lows they pack into 1 episode of dimension 20

[msnihilist]

I'm not super involved in the Nicktoons Unite fandom, but I have been combing through fics and I'm already tried of Danny being portrayed as the big brother/second smartest one instead of what he actually is: a fucking idiot.

[amethyst-halo]

trying to plot future clay and branch stuff for b&b but its 3 am and im emo rn

[solace-seekers]

screaming into the void <3

[famewolf]

i got two helix piercings done on my left ear today!!!!!! and they look SO GOOD im obsessed!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

recent things

[girlyblunts]

um ive been off my lexapro (10mg) for like a week now because i've felt like it hasn't been doing shit for me since i've started taking it years ago, and i havent had any puking or any noticeable changes? except i'm like so fuckimng angry at everything. is this bc of the meds??? or am i just having an unrelated episode of existing on this planet during current times.

[herbertpocketsfidgettoys]

I really want to write about how actually disturbing pockets death is/ also a bit about Estella and possibly pip because most (normal) people don’t look to much into things like that but I’m autistic so

I might post it on here but I really don’t want a certain group of people to see it

I’ll still write it ofc but I might not publicly post about it if I’m still paranoid

(Off topic but joe looks like a giant compared to pocket even when sitting but it’s just that the sp kids are so short)

[malthusiana]

I think my anger comes from a place of inadequacy, and from not wanting to work on that because it would mean changing some core values of mine.

I understand in theory the set of rules and assumptions society operates under in 2024. I can play my part regardless of what group I'm hanging out with, I can feign interest in ideals I don't share and I can participate in conversations where it's assumed we all agree on the nomenclature.

But I am lost nonetheless. Our cultural base eludes me. People live their lives around meaningless rituals designed to lead to never-ending self-improvement, defined in such a cliché way for the most part that it could easily be swapped by "dowry" - working on talents and habits purely to grow your personal brand, that you can actually market on social media if it pleases you. If you're not doing the same, then you should. We also define and discuss ourselves and our relationships to each other in terms of pop-psychology and the DSM-5, which is reductive and precludes further understandings. Once you bring up either one of these the discussion is closed - the roles are determined and won't change. You say they have avoidant attachment style, and this will inform how you interpret their every move. People will propose a different diagnosis for every behaviour/personality trait/every minor deviation from the "norm" and there's no room for imperfection unless you pathologize it first. It feels increasingly suffocating how individualistic our cultural superstructure is, and how despite what we claim to think, to most of us society is to blame for nothing.