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[vezinas]

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[hellamorte]

welcome back i can't stop talking about a "green-themed man" and mc's curse, here's what happened in previous episodes: part i, part ii. i was wrong about a couple of things there, but i'm gonna taunt you and reveal it in my next post 😋

anyway let's talk about how leander's protective magic works!! observation #1: when mc touches him for the first time, we see him conjuring a protective (?) spell:

but it doesn't happen the second time??? he just flexes his fingers, and that's it (on the screenshot).

i have a few possible explanations, whichever is up to your liking:

the protective spell is still there: he doesn't need to cast it twice, and it's kind of long acting — plausible, depends on how the magic works in ts universe;

the description of magic is just omitted, but still implied by leander flexing his fingers — the most feasible explanation;

he does cast the spell for the first time, but doesn't do it for the second — questionable, why wouldn't he? he couldn't have forgotten about it (slides before the second touching scene confirm it). the curse can't hurt him anymore? he has it under control (for now?)? i call this possibility questionable because that's kind of galaxy brain storytelling, but who knows right? i find this detail quite fascinating 👀

the spell wasn't protective at all, it was just some trick to manipulate mc into revealing the curse's nature — while i personally don't buy it, i felt the need to point it out, considering leander-is-already-dead theories — the spell would be like a poultice for a dead man, as they say in my native tongue 😈

observation #2: we see a flash of magic across his palm only. does it protect his whole body or just a part of it? looks like the latter is not true, since mc is freely touching his forearm and his face, but i feel the need to point it out as well .

anyways what do you think about this 👁

[buwheal]

Hey, Spamton.

I don't know how to word this without it coming off as possibly condescending, but...

Hang in there, man. If the heaven you're after is out there, im sure the angels are rooting for ya.

@bleedingbonemarrow + like four anons.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[notasecrettelepath]

Update! They go on their fist date. Eddie doesn't panic.

Chapters: 17/21 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) [Slow Burn - Angst with a Happy Ending - Post Season 5]

Rating: M | Words: 144k right now.

Summary:

Buck and Eddie go on their first date. And also other firsts. Love is stored in the kitchen (and the couch).

Longer Chapter Snippet:

When asked to describe their first kiss in the future, Eddie would use the word soft. It was all so soft. In a way Eddie didn’t know Buck could be. Not after all he’d heard about Buck 1.0, not after knowing about the bar bathrooms, not after seeing the way he’d squeeze Taylor’s waist while dancing, not after seeing the marks he’d leave just below her neck, where the skin could be hidden from the news.

Their first kiss was the gust of the beach wind against wet skin after Chris’s surfing lessons. Their first kiss was the streak of sunlight that came through Eddie’s windows in the sunny LA mornings, warm upon his ribs. Their first kiss was almost like a prayer, if they could be any holier. 

After what seems like way too long and not nearly long enough, Buck separates himself. Eddie opens his eyes to a curious face, deep blue gaze studying his reaction, pink lips being bitten in nervousness, maybe anticipation, the same color as his birthmark, the same color as his shirt, the same color as the ocean of roses Eddie once dreamed of swimming on.

“Was that okay?” Buck asks, one more whisper, still holding onto Eddie’s neck.

Eddie isn’t sure he could articulate many words if he tried to, but something wild and unholy inside him snaps. He says, “No.”

There is a single second of confusion and hurt that flashes into Buck’s eyes. And then, this being born out of desire and longing and want want want inside Eddie growls, “More.”

Eddie pounces on Buck.

There’s no other word for it. One of Eddie’s hands grabs onto Buck’s nape and pulls him into Eddie’s mouth again, the other hand pulling at his shirt, Eddie’s entire body slamming against him, breath lost and thoughts gone. There is no chastity or holiness to their second kiss.

Their second kiss is teeth clashing against teeth. Their second kiss is Eddie pushing Buck until his hips hit the kitchen balcony with a loud thud, his back crashing onto the cabinets, the sound of plates vibrating loudly announcing the disturbance. Their second kiss is desperate clawing at any piece of skin, grabbing at hair, Buck moaning into Eddie’s mouth, the rough scratch of stubble. Their second kiss is sucking Buck’s meaty lower lip exactly like Eddie imagined doing many times before, licking into Buck’s mouth with unimaginable ease, tongues clashing against each other like they knew their place was right over there all along. Their second kiss is Buck crushing Eddie’s waist into a bear hug, strong forearms straining and warm, closer and closer and closer, no possible space between them, and Eddie slotting his thigh between Buck’s legs, and their entire bodies pressing together all at once, like there is not enough skin in the world for them to touch, like there is way too much skin to be left untouched.

Eddie can feel all the blood that should run his brain rush to his crotch. Against his hip, he can feel Buck grow under his pants, arms still crushing Eddie.

It’s new. It’s all new.

...

Read master & a hound on AO3.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[dremiruu]

ok theres some apple white discourse on here lately so as the self appointed biggest apple white defender i'm just gonna include parts of an unfinished essay i have sitting in my drafts and leave it at that

[flufflecat]

Today I got to have an entire 3 message long dm convo with Alex Hirsch. I am never getting over this high.

[zxloftt]

SO COUNT, SO COUNT ME OUT. SO PLEASE DONT LEAVE.

I NEED YOU MORE THAN YOU NEED ME

[snezus-christ-risen]

Sneezing during a manicure, with hands otherwise occupied, forcing the sneezer to improvise on how to cover fast or else risk sneezing on their manicurist.

[syn4k]

I WON'T ANNOUNCE MY SHEER DESCENT BUT HOLY FUCK THERE WILL BE SIGNS

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Number of stories I would like to write: Many.

Number of stories I find myself able to write: Zero.

[stickyvoidpaper]

anyone know some native american //charokee (specifically) character design/ cultural resources? I'm trying to make some cherokee coded (it's a sci-fi wold build, so, not exactly cherokee) people. though they live in an area with other native american coded areas so anything adjacent will be helpful!

[theflyingfeeling]

Eleventh Day of Gift-Giving: Encouraging Words

Prompt: “I’ve always admired your strength.”

Surpriiiiiiiise! 🥰 I just thought today's prompts were more suitable for J/J than Olli/Allu (at least in the context of the main story), so here's a little peek at the terror twins dynamic. To not make this completely random, it's set in the same universe as the story from Day 8 with the sleeping pod snuggles 💕 So they're still stuck at the airport and Joel's not having a great time, but thankfully Joonas is there for him 🥺

Thank you & hugs & kisses to @kraeuterhexchen for the gorgeous banner! 🤩

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Joonas stared after Olli and Aleksi as they practically skipped away hand in hand, suddenly not looking half as tired and bored as they had a moment ago, slouching on the sofa next to Joonas. It didn’t take great intellectual efforts even from him to assume the two of them were going to do a little more than just sleep. 

With Niko and Tommi having excused themselves to the bar and Santeri and the rest of the crew either browsing their phones, listening to music on their headphones, or just sitting still with their eyes closed as a definite warning to not disturb their peace, Joonas was left to follow Joel with his eyes as the man stomped around the lounge. Joel's brows were knit together in a frown and his arms were crossed over his chest as if to comfort himself. His blow-dried hair waved in the rhythm of his brisk steps, framing his stern expression. Anyone else looking at him would’ve said Joel was just pissed off, but Joonas? He knew better.

After a few more rounds of anxious pacing Joel stopped to stare out the large windows of the lounge into the grey fog that had fallen over the airport. Even from afar, Joonas could see Joel’s reflection on the window glass, could see his muscles tense, his grip on his own arms tightening. When Joel crouched down on the floor to bury his face in his hands, Joonas was already on his way to him.

He made sure not to alarm Joel as he sat down beside him. Only when he was sure Joel had become aware of his presence, he laid his hand on Joel’s now shivering shoulder.

“Hey.”

“I can’t do this shit anymore,” a small, muffled voice said. 

Joonas started moving his hand down and up again on Joel’s back but stayed quiet, giving Joel the space to keep talking if he wished to.

“Joonas, I can’t do this. I just can’t. I’ve slept maybe ten minutes in the past two days and we still won’t be home for hours. I can’t do this, I’m just not strong enough.”

The words made Joonas shuffle closer to make sure Joel (and only Joel) could hear him.

“I know this sucks. It really does. But hell, that’s the biggest bullshit I’ve heard all year. Joel, you’re the strongest person I know.”

“Shut the fuck up, Porko,” Joel wailed, his voice even smaller than earlier. 

“I’m not just saying it, you know. Joel, you’re so fucking strong. Way stronger than me. I’ve always admired that about you, to be honest. I don’t think I say that enough.”

Joel stayed still, and Joonas could hear him taking deep breaths in and out, as if trying to find the rhythm of Joonas’ hand petting his back.

“What I mean is that if you’ve been strong enough to survive all that shit you’ve been through in your life, you’ll get through this one delayed flight, even though right now it feels like you can’t. I promise it won’t be long ‘til we take off.”

Joonas didn’t stop running his palm along Joel’s spine even when the man stopped to hold his breath, like he was evaluating Joonas’ words. After a few more seconds, he suddenly relaxed his entire composure and slumped against Joonas, almost melting in his arms, boneless and heavy against Joonas’ chest. Joonas was quick to wrap his arms around him to keep him from falling on the floor.

To keep him safe.

“I just want to get home.”

“I know,” Joonas whispered in his hair. “I’ll take you home.” 

Even though, Joonas added in his mind, to me, home is wherever I get to hold you in my arms.

[sen-ya]

AHG I LIVE LOVE for your art

Allways an anon but allways happy when You answer me

Thank you!! 🥺🥺 you can always come off anon and say hi if ya want!!

[lcstkey]

Happy New Years!

I finished that drabble with minutes to spare ahaha so the queue will be up and running later today.