#it's just sitting in my drafts lmfao

[tevanbuckley]

this might be controversial, but man am i becoming increasingly convinced that buddie trutherism* is just not (and probably never has been) a very healthy way to engage with this show. *to be clear, by this i don't mean shipping buddie, or hoping it'll be canon, or thinking that it could be, i mean the completely unshakeable belief that it is absolutely going to happen (and to a lesser extent that it's always been the plan).

every single piece of evidence for buddie is evidence of a potential, often very compelling potential, but there is really nothing to suggest some big six season plan or any plan at all.

i'm sure a lot of these ppl (maybe even most) aren't bad, or doing anything out of malice. however, i do think having a large chunk of the fandom make post after post, week after week, season after season going "don't worry guys, buddie's definitely happening because of x, y or z," has helped create the current environment. where ppl have spent so long in a bubble where buddie's been presented as the only reasonable outcome, that they can't conceive of the idea they might've been wrong.

atp a lot of buddie meta isn't a queer reading of the show/relationship it's just straight up lies. no tommy isn't a miserable hater who never smiles at his bf, nor is he a predatory freak preying on sweet baby bi buck, and no eddie wasn't jealous at the wedding, no buck didn't realise he was in love with eddie when he came out to him. truly, after a decade in different fandoms, I don't think i've ever seen shipping goggles this bad.

again i don't think the ppl making meta/analysis about things that genuinely have some queer subtext to them are bad or doing anything wrong. but, when a narrative that you're contributing to is feeding into this much wider ecosystem that's influencing others to harass ppl and peddle homophobic dog whistles in an attempt to bridge the gap between their fanon and canon, at what point do you step back and go, "you know what, i don't think it's responsible for me to feed into this anymore."

and i worry that even the people who aren't hurting others with this kind of engagement, are gonna end up hurting themselves in the long run.

[bungeepuppet]

haaaah ive had these sitting in my drafts forever </3 baby hisoillu

(+au where they meet at the hunter exam as kids or what have you)

[coffeeastronaut]

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) Dir. Daniels | Witches Abroad, GNU Sir Terry Pratchett | Severance, 1x01 - Good News About Hell / 1x09 - The We We Are | Good Omens, GNU Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman | We Are Lady Parts, 1x06 - Sparta

Self-determinism baby!!

[minyard-05]

"PLEASE POST IT" me and the two other aaron fans scream in unison

your wish is my command:

Stockholm Syndrome

One minute. One minute had been all it took to change the world in Aaron Minyard's eyes permanently.

(Approximately forty-six seconds would be a more accurate statement, but who's counting?)

Ten, and he's being pulled up the staircase by a lie in the form of Neil Josten, tugging him closer with no explanation except "Andrew."

Twenty-five and Neil is shoving the heavy wood of an Exy racquet into Aaron's hands as he slams a kick once, twice, into the body of the door, beside the handle.

Twenty-nine, and it bursts open in splinters and a startled cry.

Thirty-three, and Neil is frozen in the doorway.

Thirty-five, and Andrew's wrists are bloody where they're pinned to the headboard by an unfamiliar grip. His brother's body is almost unmoving under the weight of a different one, and all Aaron sees is red stains on white sheets.

Thirty-eight, and the racquet in Aaron's hands is moving almost on its own, putting all his strength upwards in an underhanded swing.

Forty, and Drake's skull makes contact with the head of Aaron's racquet with a sickening crunch. Aaron feels bone cave under the weight, and he recognises more the sensation of blood splattering across his skin, staining his shirt. The unfamiliarity is in the source.

Forty-one, and the world falls silent.

Forty-two, and the racquet slips from Aaron's hands, into the bloody mess of a man at his feet.

Forty-three, and he's collapsed beside where Andrew lies, shaking, but he cannot reach towards his brother, not with that man dirtying his skin.

Forty-four, and Andrew digs his hand into Aaron's hair, pulling his brother's head close enough to whisper with what sounds like the remnants of his strength.

"You need to run."

Forty-five, and Aaron is on his feet again.

Forty-six, and he's running– through the hallway, down the stairs, out the back door.

In forty-six seconds, Aaron ends two lives.

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Aaron has always been fast. Before Neil, he was likely the fastest member of the Foxes. Running laps had always been his favourite part of practice, mostly because it was usually done in silence, and it was the one thing he couldn't fuck up, and therefore, never be yelled at for. His last practice with the Foxes was over three days ago. The last two laps of the Foxhole Court he'd run. The practice had been unremarkable at best, another where Aaron could melt away into the orange and white of the stadium and count his paces until the end of laps was called.

Aaron pulled himself upright and shuffled further away from the edge of the roof, settling for a spot that overlooked most of Columbia. Tracing back the path he just took was a lost cause, but flashing lights beneath the skyline did a good enough job of pinpointing Luther and Maria Hemmick's house in the distance. Mid-afternoon on a weekend made this part of the city look disturbingly peaceful, and Aaron gazed over it, wondering what other filthy secrets each white picket fence was hiding from him.

Now, Aaron ran like every lap in his life had been preparation, ran like his past was snapping at his heels, ran until the blood and the body and Andrew started to fade from his mind. Running was easy, running made sense, running was consistent, and Aaron was fast. Alleyways and faintly remembered shortcuts made up his escape, and with the occasional fence to scale, every step took him further from a life he, now, could never get back. A brick wall loomed ahead in a dead end, and for once, Aaron didn't stop. He used his momentum to spring from the ground and onto a nearby dumpster, the leg up he needed to grab hold of a gutter and climb higher, until he pulled his body up and onto the roof of what he thought might be a supermarket. He checked his watch, just for something to look at, and the clock told him it'd been seventeen minutes since he climbed the staircase. Seventeen minutes between climbing a staircase and climbing a wall, and between both events was bloodshed.

Except Aaron.

There was still dried blood underneath Aaron's fingernails, and he picked at it idly as he listened to the sirens start to blare, six blocks away. He tried to picture where his family was, now. The paramedics would cart Andrew away on a stretcher, no matter how much he protested or fought back. Nicky would insist on going with him to the hospital, whilst Kevin and Luther would most likely be pulled back to talk to the cops. Neil would miraculously avoid their questioning somehow. They'd call Wymack, Aaron knew. They'd probably called him before they called the cops– he could be halfway down the interstate by now. Wymack always came when his Foxes needed him. Aaron had seen it at the Kathy Ferdinand show, at the banquet, and now the rest of Wymack's monsters would sit and await his rescue once more.

If it hadn't been clear what he was losing when he first ran, it was glaringly obvious now. The scene he'd left in the bedroom hadn't exactly been a mystery– only one of them had actually struck the killing blow, and if that same man returned after running out before the authorities could arrive, they'd call that a guilty conscience and lock him up without trial. Besides, Andrew had told him to run, so Aaron had run. It wouldn't be long before they started up some kind of investigation, and every instinct instilled in Aaron by every spy movie he'd ever seen was screaming 'Get the fuck out of Columbia.'

But he couldn't leave just yet.

His phone felt like a damning weight as Aaron pulled it from his pocket and flipped the screen open. Three messages from Wymack, five from Nicky, one missed call from Kevin. Interesting. There was no point contacting any of them anyway– Aaron couldn't recall a single detective movie where a witness ever got a call from the criminal at the crime scene. It was elementary. Scrolling through his short contacts list gave every rational cell in Aaron's brain the chance to scream disapproval at his actions, but Aaron simply fixed his eyes on the red and blue lights in the distance and pressed 'call.'

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"Hey! I was wondering when I'd hear from you, how's your break going?"

Katelyn's voice in his ear was almost enough to make Aaron go running back to the Hemmick's and cuff himself, but he clenched his hand into a fist and forced the words out of his mouth.

"Hey, Katie. It's fine. I don't have a lot of time."

She's quiet, but only for a minute.

"Is everything okay? You sound different."

Aaron closed his eyes to stop himself staring at the blood on his clothes, and nods, trying to force more optimism into his tone.

"Everything's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. Just don't turn on the news."

"What do you mean? Aaron? What happened? Are you safe?"

Aaron's breath caught in his throat at the last three words. Are you safe? Safety was subjective, surely, and he didn't seem to be in any danger of being shot in the near future– but she'd asked, she'd asked if he was safe, and a million answers with a thousand responses suddenly flicker through Aaron's mind like red and blue lights. Every part of this fragment of a plan feels so much more cruel, now.

"I will be. You're awesome, Katie. Probably one of the best people I've ever known. You know that."

"Aaron, you're scaring me. What happened to you?"

"Don't be scared for me. Please. Please, I'm okay. I just had to hear you."

Silence. A longer silence than before. Aaron almost worried she'd hung up on him, biting his cheek so hard he tasted blood, before her voice finally came through the phone again, shaking, but clear.

"I love you."

Aaron couldn't do this. He couldn't leave her like this, couldn't just abandon her, couldn't let her spend all the rest of this time wondering. He can't live with the last thing she knows about him being the name of the man he killed.

"I love you too."

It wasn't an explanation. It wasn't an answer. It won't ever be one. But it had to be enough– it had to work, for now, because there's nowhere else Aaron could go, nothing else he could do except tell her he loves her and pray that she'd remember.

He hung up first.

Aaron shook his head violently to force the world to stop spinning, took one more look at Katelyn's name on his phone screen, before twisting the hinge to snap the phone in half, chucking one piece off of one side of the roof, and the other stuffed back into his pocket to dispose of later.

The sun would set before too long, and by then he could figure out a different place to be in. For now, Aaron pulled his jacket off, bundling it under his head, and compacted himself into a small gap between two air vents on the roof. The hum of the city started to die down, the sirens finally quieted, and Aaron drifted into dreamless sleep.

[silverstarfoxx]

I love Ace interviews where he just blurts out “but I’m not a homosexual” … baby no one said that please

[theyre-in-love]

he should befoul that innocent nightshirt (let him have a crumb of what was not his to take frfr- meme edition)

ch6 of by the sun and candle-light by @imsorryimlate

more below the cut!

[got-ticket-to-ride]

What if John shouting Winston in the middle of a wank session was because he wanted his friends to think of him (sub)consiously everytime they wank?

[carwoodron]

fic ramblings ignore me

[spookykestrel]

if you had to delete a color, and it will lead to the research and discovery of scientific magic and runecraft, which color would you delete? you can ask questions if you're confused

IM SO BAFFLED BY THIS ASK so if I delete a color then magic gets discovered ?? Is the magic related to the color or just a cause and effect I like all the colors . If I deleted orange then what would happen if you mixed red and yellow ?? Or if you deleted red how would you get orange . Or would you magically get to orange. Could the magic bring red back. I m thinking too much but I love all the colors . I don’t think I could do it I love colors I don’t have any color I dislike . Red I guess is the color I least care about but I’m wearing red what happens to red where do we jt go !

I’m sat here in my car just thinking over this ask completely taken aback thank you?

[byanyan]

omgggg so my drafts are at exactly 30 rn and i went through and counted..... i have only 20 actual threads left to reply to!!! the rest are asks/saves/memes/etc. omg i'm gonna fuckign CRY this is the lowest my drafts have been in like a YEARRRRRRRR

[ranger-kellyn]

you know like. in hindsight. the biggest evidence of me being gay and on the aro spectrum was like. in elementary school when all the other girls were starting to go through the whole "celebrity crush" thing with like...dylan and cole sprouse and zac efron and like. idk. jesse mccartney. i just remember always internally being like "what the heck are any of you even tALKING ABOUT" and then actually seeing them on tv or something and being like????? i still don't??? get it??????????????? and i remember just picking someone just to have an answer bc it was asked an annoying amount of times and not because i genuinely had any sort of crush on them and like.......

[h-a-unted]

To those who keep saying But.cher wants to be like his father and also pushed Ry.an away just cause he's an ass/hates kids. Why do you think he's trying to keep him away? To protect the kid from himself, as he always does with the people he actually cares about. Does that really make you think he hates kids? Even Bec.ca said "I know you hate kids" and he was like "tf? No, I just know I'd be a bad example for them" or something. The narrative is screaming all of this time and time again. Sure, his method of doing it is bad and severely flawed, but that's But.cher's character through and through. He's trying, he's just not good at it. He takes the worst decisions thinking they're the best ones – he is a flawed man but fuck, he tries. He's not just some uncaring demon. That's what's fun about the whole cast of the show — they're all nuanced.

[alababwa]

god i love fire emblem: three houses

[malsmind]

lower back tattoo

fwb!chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, kicthen counter sex, slapping, spanking kink, kinda punishing, overstimulation, crying, chris smearing his cum over readers tattoo (its gonna be funny trust)

author's note: idek how tf i thougt of the end for this one.. its been sitting in my drafts for a while LMFAO

wc: 524

this inspired me to add a spanking kink to this! :)

english is not my first language!

"chris, please" you whined. your cheek pressed against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, wet from your tears. you swear your legs would give out any second, but chris didn't care how sensetive you were from the three orgasms he'd pulled out of you already, he just kept fucking into you at a relentless pace.

you whined when another smack landed on your ass, this one felt different. "'s what you get for not telling me." he groaned, watching the way your ass bounced every time his hips snapped forward. "so fuckin' sexy, can't believe you didn't fuckin' tell me" another smack.

chris getting rough with you was nothing new, he'd slap your ass sometimes, never like this though. never like he actually meant it, like he'd punish you for something you've done. you cried out a moan when another hard, slap landed on your ass, the stinging pain barely goes noticed by you because of yet another orgasm building up.

your fingers gripped the counter, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto it. "got a damn lower back tattoo and didn't even tell me until i had you bent over the fuckin' counter." he scoffed, slapping your ass harder than last time, kneading the flesh in an attempt to soothe the sting after. you nearly screamed when your fourth orgasm came crashing down, your legs violently shaking, toes curling as his dick kept fucking in and out of your overstimulated, wet pussy.

another slap

your head was fuzzy, your vision blurring as small tears kept rolling down your face. it wasn't the brutal spanking, it was the fact he just didn't stop after the first time you came on his dick. your voice broke with every moan that left your lips.

"yeahhh, that's it baby. cmon m' so close..." chris groaned, his hands moving to grip your hips instead. "keep moaning f'me"

and you did.

with your legs shaking, your arousal coating his dick and dripping down your leg, you kept making the pretty noises he loved to hear. chris bit his lip, brows knitting together in pleasure as he admired the red marks on your ass, and of course, the healed ink on your lower back. that alone made his dick twitch. his thrusts grew sloppier, but they didn't become slower or less hard. the sound of hips snapping forward, skin slapping and your cries of pleasure, he gave you a few more hard thrusts before pullng out of you. your body went limp against the counter, your grip on the cold surface loosening as you tried to catch your breath.

chris gave his dick a few strokes before you felt his warm cum paint your lower back and ass, low moans coming from behind you.

still catching your breath, you turned your head around with a frown when you felt his tip rub his cum around your lower back, over your tattoo. "chris, what the fuck are you doin'?"

"moisturizing your tattoo, the fuck's it look like?" he answered your confused question like what he was doing was the most normal thing ever.

"chris, it's healed."

© 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim237 @sturns-mermaid @courta13 @grace-sturnz @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @ncm9696 @rcklessheavn @sophand4n4 @amyiasturnl @ivysturnss

[sevlawless]

Hello! I hope u r doing well and that u have a lovely rest of ur day <3

I was wondering if you had any tips to start web weaving, I've been meaning to get into it but i have the brain capacity of a fucking fly so I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. 😭

hi! and i am thank u, i hope u are too <3 unrelated but i just found that the hag who hit me in my car accident has to pay for EVERYTHING LMFAO so i'm on cloud nine atm 🤩 ANYWAYS

ur so real i absolutely get it !! i honestly just try to figure out what i want the overall theme to be before i start looking for quotes/pieces of media if that makes sense? it just makes it a bit easier on myself to figure out what kind of things i want to use and what won't fit yk

in most cases pinterest is my best friend and i just look for similar quotes AND/OR i go through my spotify and see if i have any songs that could fit as well

it really isn't all that hard once u start doing it but it's important to persevere through it <3 and honestly sometimes i find quotes that don't fit for the exact web weaving i'm doing atm but could work for another one!

[theyre-in-love]

Only a Man - Scorpions