#mug 9

[omarithecat]

I got a new mug 👹!! (some bowls for comparison)

This is my new mug that I lovingly named The Big Bastard™. I found it while thrifting today. Most of the other mugs were pretty lame and I was looking for something B I G specifically so this was great. It has some drip stains but that's just the bastard shining through (I tried my best to scrub it out but it wasn't something that was just on the surface unfortunately.) It doesn't say whether or not it is microwavable but I am just assuming it is old or handmade because it has no labels anywhere on the mug.

I might paint something on the surface if there is anyway to get like microwaveable paint that's not easy to chip y'know? Or I could just repaint it every couple of months, that would be fun.

Anyway, everyone welcome The Big Bastard™ it is wonderful and gives great soup.

all of my mugs together, they are so wonderful

[thresholdbb]

Odo, you ain't slick

[robophantasm]

an oldie but a goodie

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Candy Corn Ghost Mug by Scrimshaw Pottery

(These are available for sale 10/31/23 at 9:30pm EST)

[anders-holmvik]

"and it feels like i'm coming home'

buddie, 29.5k words

He doesn’t have to meet the realtor for another hour, so he starts moving the boxes in, too. In the last box, the one labeled “KITCHEN,” he hears a sharp clink as he sets it down. Eddie cringes. Already with the AirBnb and the weeks off, he can’t afford to break anything valuable.

Eddie gingerly opens up the box. Nothing seems out of the ordinary-- some of the items shifted over the drive, but everything looked intact. So, he starts unwrapping the wrapped items. Fine, fine, fine, fine, oh.

His mug. The Home Goods one that was already chipped now is separated from the handle.

or, eddie goes to texas, buck tries to cope. they figure out that home is more than just the house.

[boycritter]

i have crafted the worlds most perfect beverage

[moonstonecanyon]

(06/18/2024.)

PLUG MERC 2 !!! (jumps in the air)

Mercury doesn't know what the hell Plug is talking about half the time, but seeing the way his eyes light up and his face brighten whenever he talks about a special interest makes him Feel Something he has not felt in a long time.

[nurse-buckley]

Whumptober Day 7

Title:

Prompt: Written for anon but I changed it up a little. Maybe Buck and Eddie go out for drinks and when they leave, heading to their cars, they find reader in the alleyway next to the bar. Possibly mugged and not fully conscious. They start to come around and kind of cower away at first but then realizes they’re helping and clings to them like a lifeline. They go to the hospital and get a better introduction after they���ve been treated and are more alert.

Word Count: 1,489

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Reader.

Pairing: Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mugging, attacks and violence.

Summary: Your night off with Buck and Eddie turns to disaster when you're attacked at a bar. Written for day seven of @whumptober for the prompt "alleyway" but it also fits in with "can you hear me?"

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr​ 

Authors notes: beta'd by the fabulous @firemedicdiaz thank you so much love! Again, I said this yesterday but I really don't make a habit of writing anon requests. Please if you have something you want to request but don't want to be known message me and I can just omit your blog name when I post.

After a long shift, you, Buck and Eddie had decided to head out to the bar. You were all looking forward to a night off to unwind and play a few rounds of pool or darts with a couple of drinks and some good music. 

As the night wore on you began to feel a little overwhelmed by the noise and crowds of the bar, excusing yourself to get some air. The quiet and cool night atmosphere was welcoming as you walked away from the crowded bar. 

Little did you know, the night was about to take a terrifying turn. You had just passed the dimly lit alleyway that ran alongside the bar when two figures emerged from the shadows. Before you could react, the pair lunged forward and dragged you backwards into the alley. Your muffled shout for help was drowned out by the music and commotion from the bar.  

Panic surged through you as they roughly shoved you against the wall. One of the men leaned forward and slammed your hand into the wall to get you to release your phone before he tossed it to his accomplice. The same man then tore the bag from your shoulder, rooting through it to find anything of value. 

You thought their attack would end there, once they realized you didn’t have much to hand over, but unfortunately it didn’t. The attackers, obviously not satisfied with their gains, continued their attack as they took their aggression out on you. Your cries echoed through the night, being drowned out by the sound of the LA nightlife that left the rest of the world oblivious to the attack. 

Your vision blurred as your body was roughly slammed  into the wall once more, causing your head to crack against brick with a sickening thud. Your two attackers watched as your body slumped to the pavement, leaving your body bruised and battered, unconscious on the cold ground of the alleyway as they fled the scene.  

Inside the bar, Buck and Eddie grew concerned at your prolonged absence. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” Buck asked. 

Eddie pulled out his phone, not noticing any new notifications from you informing him that you’d decided to call it a night. Eddie chewed on his lip with anxiety, “yeah…let’s go.”  

The pair threw a couple of bills down on the bar and abandoned their drinks to begin their search for you. They were walking along the street away from the bar when they heard the sounds of a struggle. As they walked nearer to the alley, they just about made out the figures of two men running away. When they rounded the corner, their hearts almost stopped as they saw a body slumped on the ground. 

There laid your unconscious and beaten body. Eddie skidded to his knees as he knelt beside you, his heart pounding as he pressed two fingers to your neck to feel for a pulse. The pair held their breath until Eddie uttered the words Buck had hoped to hear, “I've got a pulse.” 

The pair shared a sigh of relief at his discovery.  

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice cut through the haze as you felt pressure on your neck causing your eyes to flutter open. 

As you became more aware of your surroundings, you caught sight of two figures standing over you and in your disorientated state you thought the men had come back for you. Fear overtook you as you started to lash out, swatting the hand from your neck away as you sat up, trying to back up against the wall in your attempt to get away. 

Rough hands caught yours causing your panic to rise further until you heard a familiar voice. “No, Y/N. It’s us. It’s Buck and Eddie,” Eddie’s voice was urgent but gentle. 

“We’ve got you. You’re safe now,” Buck added. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized you were safe and despite your injuries you threw yourself forward, clinging onto Eddie. “I thought they’d come back,” you sobbed into his shoulder. 

He could feel your body trembling with fear as he held you close. Buck’s hand came to rest on your back and with the two of them there you felt yourself begin to calm. Buck and Eddie continued to hold you, providing words of comfort and warmth, grounding you as you began to process what had just happened. 

When he felt your breathing even out and sensed that you had calmed some, Eddie finally pulled away to get a closer look at your injuries. He handed Buck his phone, instructing him to hold the flashlight over you as he began his assessment. 

The bright light illuminated your face, revealing your swollen features and the extensive bruising that had begun to form from the attack. 

“I’m just going to have a feel of your neck and back, let me know if there’s any pain,” he informed as he expertly ran his hands down the back of your head. 

You hissed as he pressed on a particularly tender spot. He pulled away, his concern only growing when his fingers came away sticky with blood. 

“Sorry,” he apologized with a tight lipped smile, “I’m just going to have a look here as well,” he said as he picked up your hands, inspecting the grazes from where you’d fallen. 

“Have you got any other pain? Any pain in your chest or stomach?”  

You took a deep breath, pausing when a sharp pain ripped through your torso, “yeah, it hurts when I breathe,” you admitted with a wince.   

He looked at Buck, the pair exchanging a concerned look before he turned back to you, “Y/N, I’m going to call an ambulance for you.” 

“No!” Your panic began to rise once more, “I-I don’t want to go to the hospital. I don’t want to involve the police. I just want to go home. P-please just take me home,” you begged the pair, tears streaming down your face. 

“I know you don’t want to, but your injuries are serious and we need to get you checked out.” 

“Please, can we just go home? You can check me over there,” you continued, trying to convince him. 

Buck stepped in, “I know it’s scary and it's the last thing you want but we need to make sure you’re okay and an ambulance is the best way to do that. We won’t leave you, promise.” 

You hesitated for a moment, torn between just wanting to go home and letting them call the ambulance for you. Deep down you knew it was the best option so you finally nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you agreed, “okay…call them.” 

“Thank you,” Eddie squeezed your hand as he nodded for Buck to call for help. 

Buck dialed the number and explained the situation, requesting the help you so desperately needed. After he’d finished with 911 he hung up and called Bobby and Athena, informing them of what happened and knowing you’d be more comfortable with Athena than a police officer you didn’t know.  

The wailing of sirens approached in the distance, signaling the arrival of the paramedics who were quickly at your side. You could feel your anxiety begin to grow as you saw them approach. 

Eddie and Buck remained nearby as the paramedics began their assessment, carefully examining your injuries and stabilizing your condition. As they prepared to move you, you reached out your hand for the pair, your voice trembling.   

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. 

“We’re not going anywhere,” he promised. 

The medics allowed them to travel with you, recognising them from another rescue and understanding your reluctance to be alone. 

Buck and Eddie walked beside you, never leaving your side as you were loaded onboard and began your journey towards the hospital and towards healing. 

[dykespence]

WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE TV SERIES

OHH this is a tough one .... hmmm I wonderrr this is sooo hard sooo difficult....

...Doctor who

[fauvester]

Garak would definitely make those clay vases,so it would be cool if you drew him

truly wish I know which vases you were referring to. but this did coincide neatly with my newly retired mom's pottery obsession. we cannot even begin to fathom how many weird hobbies garak's going to try once he's softly forced to retire. he's going to make so many god damn pots

[reniadeb]

i will tell no one, not a single soul

[jazz-kity]

i wonder what...like... okay. so i dont think whatever clear & kieran are doing are because they are particularly personally invested. they just have a 9-5 of being the evilest people evar. but theyre working for madame x so why does SHE want everything to be reset.

[astro-cattus]

After class I’m going to pick up my new tablet

Unfortunately for me, it’s oct 18

Wish me luck y’all

[grungyratsinhats]

[stoertebeker]

Att lyssna på finlandssvensk radio på morgonen borde vara en mänsklig rättighet

[amugoffandoms]

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