#it’s almost Evans day

[evansrogerskitten]

48 hours until I meet Chris Evans!!!

[watchyourbuck]

Lmao Eddie what do u mean you’re a nester? Oh like when you let Buck drive you to see your son the first day you met and he smiled fondly at you from the car? Oh, oh or was it when you all had fathers & son pizza videogame date nights every single weeK for like three years??? Or maybe when Buck saved ur kid from a tsunami and you decided you trusted no one else the way u did him lol so much so you added him to your will as legal guardian above any other of his blood relatives? haha. A nester u say?? Good thing u told us could not have figured it out

[gipitothefrog]

marauders era characters favorite color hcs

Sirius: green (but he'd say red bc he hates his family and slytherins)

James: red (obvi)

Remus: brown (chocolate, light academia, his sweaters)

Peter: orange (idk i just get like a vibe)

Lily: sage green (gay.)

Marlene: ALSO red (and she would also hate pink)

Mary: pink (ironically, she and marlene are best friends)

Dorcas: dark purple (i ALSO just get a vibe from her)

Pandora: any color from the sunset (she is the vibe)

Evan: blood red (for barty)

Barty: bone white (bc evan would make him bone necklaces)

Regulus: dark teal (like the color of the water that he drowned in </3)

[cowboylikesel]

i‘m being so serious when i say bucktommy can never break up because at this point i’m already in too deep and i don’t want to deal with All Of That

[buddiesmutslut]

I’m genuinely so fucking sick of the “you all would have loved it if it was Eddie who made that comment” take.

First of all, Eddie wouldn’t have made comment then, bc he knows how hard it is for Buck to talk about his emotions, & is REALLY good at giving him the space to talk about them, even if he does make jokes, they’re not out of pocket (the coming out scene, anyone? Breaking the tension with a joke & still being supportive without making a joke of his feelings.)

Secondly, even if Eddie DID make that comment, I’d probably still roll my eyes, but I’d be more willing to accept it. Do you wanna know why???

Who was the person that knew the details of what Buck was talking to his therapist about during their emergency session before the Buckley’s visit? Who is the first one they show at Buck’s side when he gets stuck in the warehouse trying to pull Saleh out after learning about Daniel?? Who is the one who was pacing downstairs in the station & making sure Buck was okay after the warehouse, and the one who warned him about his visitors??

Who was the one praying at Bobby’s bedside, right next to Buck in the hospital?

(I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the dude that’s had 10 minutes of fucking screen time that everyone forgot about post s1.)

It wouldn’t have been the same bc TOMMY AND EDDIE ARE NOT THE SAME. They are not on the same level of knowing Buck & understanding when to make jokes & what jokes to make. Your best friend, partner & co-parent of 6 years and the man that you haven’t even called your boyfriend yet are not on the same level of familiarity.

I get that you’re pissed that Tommy is being compared to Buck’s previous love interests (which would be the case, even if he wasn’t just as shitty & uninterested in Buck as a person as they all were) but if you genuinely think that he’s anywhere near Eddie’s level, EVEN PLATONICALLY, then I fear that you have been watching another show entirely, & I encourage you to watch more than just s7, bc that’s the only explanation I can come up with for why this fuck ass take exists.

[too-antigonish]

Undressed is nice, but getting dressed has it's charms as well...

Happy HNW to all!

[calamitoustide]

"am i too late?"

I gotta be so honest I forgot about the prompt list and was very confused for a second 😭😭 but I remembered! and had an idea so I thought I would just write it now

speak now - jegulus - microfic - 1k

Regulus wasn’t even going to go. He was invited, of course, James said he really wanted him there, but he didn’t beg when Regulus said he’d be busy. He wasn’t busy. In fact, his only plans for the day were to sit in his apartment rotting away in bed while constantly refreshing his Instagram to see all the pictures of the party streaming in. He’d see her in her perfect dress and perfect hair. He’d see James lovingly gazing into her eyes, beautiful with the ocean behind him. It had to be a beach wedding. Of course, it had to be. James always had his thing with the ocean. He’d drag Regulus there every single summer to his family's place. Well, every single year until she came along and then Regulus wasn’t as inclined to go. 

Regulus was still James’ best friend, but Lily Evans was… well his everything else. His girlfriend, his fiancé, the love of his life. Now she can  add bride and wife to that list of terms. 

Regulus isn’t at all upset over this. James chose his life. He had his choices and Regulus wasn’t even an option, and that’s fine. He’ll still be apart of his life. He’ll watch his home from the outside, peering into windows and occasionally being invited in for family dinners in a family he’ll never truly be apart of. He’ll be uncle Regulus and nothing more. The guy who comes around occasionally. So no, he wasn’t going to go to the wedding of all things. He doesn’t think he could handle it. He can’t watch the life he wanted go up in flames because he was too stupid to say something. He didn’t say a word and now James is going to be happily married, or well… he wasn’t going to go. 

That was before Sirius called him drunk the night before. It’s a destination wedding, and they all went out the night before as a pre-celebration or whatever you’d call it. It was clear that Sirius had too much to drink, especially when he kept spouting on about how this was Regulus’ last chance. Apparently he had enough of Regulus’ pining and his inability to actually talk about his feelings. He kept going on and on about how Regulus was obsessed with James since he was small. From the moment James walked up to him grabbed his hand and said they’d be best friends forever he’s had Regulus. Even if they were young. Even if Regulus knew nothing of what love meant, he was spoken for. James was it. There was no other light. No other love. He handed over his heart that day and he’s never even asked for it back. Sirius never mentioned it, or at least not since Lily came into the picture. Regulus isn’t sure what made him last night. He’s also not sure what made him buy a last minute plane ticket to Greece of all places. 

He’s late by the time he gets there, and when he’s in the first car he could get traffic is blocked up too far, like an idiot he runs all the way to the venue. He’s sweaty and out of breath by the time he makes it there. He’s definitely not dressed for a wedding he looks awful and his clothes are all wrinkled from the flight but none of it matters. He makes it to the beach. He finds the arch just in front of the beautiful waves, but there’s not a single guest to be seen. It’s vacant. Nothing but the sand and ocean water. 

“Am I too late?” He mumbles, more to himself more than to anyone. After all this time of running behind it really shouldn’t a surprise that when he finally got it together he was too late. He’s always too late but the ache in his heart is the same, like a slice through his liver, and cracks in his ribs. 

“Depends on what you’re here for.” 

Regulus eyes widen as he turns around, to find James behind him on the stairs. Still in his suit, beautiful coated with the colors of the setting sun. “You’re still here.” 

James shrugs, “Had no where else to go,” he says, walking passed him to the sea to stand under the arch. He picks off flowers from the sides of it, watching as the petals fall to the sand, “I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“Oh?” 

James smiles sadly, looking down to the ground as he says, “I thought…” he shakes his head, “When you said you couldn’t make it for a second I was relived, you know,” he says, “I thought I could actually go through with it as long as you weren’t here too. As long as I didn’t see you.” He looks up finding Regulus’ eyes through the aisle, “Without you though it was just so much clearer what I was missing I couldn’t—I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“James…” 

“I understand,” James says quickly, “If you don’t feel the same way. If this is completely out the blue I just—I didn’t love her like I should and it has to be right. It has to be right and I tried to make myself believe that it was but I—“ 

Before James can finish rambling Regulus is already down the aisle and grabbing the front of his shirt bringing him down. Regulus really hates the cliche but deep down it feels like he’s a teenager kissing James now, back when they should’ve figured this out. They were so fucking stupid, and while kissing James, Regulus swears he can feel sparks fly against them; it’s a firework show. 

James pulls away, a smile tugging at his lips, “Oh.” 

“Oh,” Regulus giggles, he fucking giggles, like he’s thirteen or something. He’d be embarrassed if it was anyone but James. Hell, James is giggling too. 

That is until James takes a pause and questions slowly, “Wait, did you come here to break up my wedding?” 

Regulus opens his mouth but no words come out, truly there’s nothing to be said. No defense he can take. So he rolls his eyes instead, tugging James down again, “Shut up.” 

[realchemistry]

I'm listening to my Buddie playlist... this could end in disaster.

[buck2eddie]

we survived the great war. (eddie's version)

[practicecourts]

short and sweet today because real life is taking all my energy (and I fell asleep when I put my kid in bed last night. lol) Anyway... still on track

@jilymicrofics || Moody March day 6: Zealous || 24 wrds || read under the cut or on ao3

"I am a zealous supporter of miniskirts."

"Could have fooled me."

”Me wanting to take them off, doesn't mean I like them less."

[soldierandawar]

I don't think we talk about the loft scene enough, and no, no, not the kiss with Tommy, but afterward. The struck look on Buck's face, how his eyes shimmer and his mouth stays slightly open, how he follows Tommy's lips like he wants more, and how he says, "I am free," with almost a relieved sigh? The way he stands there is like he's stuck in place, stuck in the moment, and like he doesn't want to move past it just yet. It's clicked for him. This is what he was missing; he's unlocked that missing piece, and he is free.

[jtownraindancer]

good news: i wrote a fic

bad news: i wrote a fic

[ratatatastic]

the struggles of a man whos bad at holding heavy thing who passes it to man whos also bad at holding heavy thing part 999...but also mikksy passing the cup off to erod... im supposed to be normal about that?

look at those chicken wings flex oh hes struggling so bad but he has to show off his cup its a need 😭😭😭

"[incoherent shouts x3] f-*remembers there are multiple children onstage*" *pushes the cup onto his head even more*

ladies and gentlemen we've got the first official cat to fall victim to mikksys cup bonking terrorising and unsurprisingly its erod

man who flirts predominantly by bullying strikes again or so the tale goes

[in this instance we know mikksy already struggles holding the cup (ofc as we know most people tend to do but some definitely struggle more than others lol) because of 1. the way forsy had to steady him before he faceplanted off a couch trying to hold that roughly 35 lbs tincan over his head while also possibly on the way to being smashed (x) and then not even seconds later proceeds to bonk someone in the head with the cup (x) so you can imagine the logistics of mikksy trying to pass this thing off to someone whos much shorter than him and who also struggles with holding it. a true logistical nightmare that he has to bend down farther than he can really handle without tipping forward to try and guide lordo into roddys hand but also erod has a head. and its in the way. and it can also be used as a stand if you think about. its why mikksy basically like chucks the thing over he was not prepared to have to give the cup over to someone wayyyyy shorter than him lmao.]

and erod struggles with it A LOT and i didnt notice it at the time because i was so consumed with hootin n hollerin but erods so smooth with it as he turns towards his kids and it looks like hes showing it off to them instead and while that might be true to some extent he also REALLY needed to put it down to get a proper grip and push up because mikksy did not help at all like girl where tf are you going come back help your secret spouse teammate out man what is this 😭😭😭

Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24

[habitual-creatures]

Literally me whenever someone sends an ask:

/pos, y'all make me so happy.

[butraura]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by no one y'all just have to deal with me <3

Eddie frowns as he takes a little trip up and down the elevator with the varying passengers. He wonders when the other elevator will be fixed and also curses himself out for not using the stairs to climb six flights. He has his own key to Buck’s apartment (plus an emergency spare they keep in Christopher’s backpack), so after a knock and no answer, he lets himself in.

He doesn’t notice the heels lying haphazardly at the door. Instead he just beelines for stairs and trots up them with ease. Buck isn’t alone, to his surprise. There’s a woman in his bed. He can’t see who it is from the back, but it isn’t Natalia, for sure. He makes a face that could only be described as “regret” and pivots on his heels to go back downstairs. 

He doesn’t want to see Buck with a woman, but he especially doesn’t want to see them scarcely covered with a blanket. Luckily, he didn’t see much of the woman at all, safe for her shoulder and hair. 

He takes one step down the stairs quietly, wincing when he hears a woefully inconvenient creak from beneath his foot.

There’s a murmur behind him as Buck stirs. “Mhmfgjm,” the man garbles, hoarse. “Emfdie?” He clears his throat. “E-Eddie?” Eddie turns around, one eye squeezed shut and his brows furrowed in embarrassment as Buck lifts his head to look at him. “What armyiufdoinhere?” he mumbles. 

“I’m leaving, sorry,” he whispers, taking another step.

“So soon, Edmundo?”His blood runs cold. There’s no way. No chance in hell that he’s hearing this. He turns on his heels, slowly and deliberately. “What?” a sleepy Buck garbles, rubbing his eyes quickly. “Edmu- do you know each other?”

tagging no one: no obligation to reblog, no obligation to read!

[buddiesmutslut]

I’ve written one (1) BuckTommy fic, right after ep 4 came out.

Tommy isn’t even actually in it, & it focuses almost wholly on Buck coming out to the 118 & their reaction and support, especially Bobby bc I wanted a sweet moment for that & I knew they probably wouldn’t put it in the show.

I also hinted at Buck putting his feelings for Eddie aside for the moment bc he’s settling into his bisexuality.

Literally, every other fic I’ve written & my ENTIRE tumblr is Buddie endgame.

I’m bringing this up bc I just had someone comment on that fic fanning about Tevan endgame & I’m like… girl (gn) you are missing context clues 😂

Basically, my question is: Is it overreacting to orphan that work so I don’t have to read anymore Tevan endgame comments on my own works? 😂😂