#not so anonymous 🥺

[suvarnarekha]

You seem to think you know so much about so much stuff, huh? That you are cool, huh?

Well, I don't really hate to break it to you but you know more than you think, you are cooler than you expect, and more than enough as a person.

I have never seen someone so chill, childlike but at the same time so mature in their viewpoints.

There's always more to learn, yes, but what you are rn with respect to where you stand in life?

Girl, it's perfect <3

This is a love mail

Love, law wali didi <3💓💓💓

When I read the first sentence, I thought this was a hate ask. Then I continued. As my heart warmed through each progressive sentence you said, I wondered if this was just a normal appreciation ask by an anonymous person or is it someone I know?

If it's the latter, who is the one person on Tumblr I befriended so serendipitously and came to love and adore? At the risk of sounding buttery, but your ever changing URLs (and Bollywood Dream Girl resembling pseudonym) came to mind.

'Law wali didi' hit me with the same emotion I felt all those months ago. Admiration, adoration and most importantly—amiability.

At the same time, I feel shallow and a bit disappointed with myself. I should've asked for you too. While I might've won on the emotions part, I lost on the part of taking actions.

Your unapologetic takes (loved them so much) on side blogs, romantic posts, mutual antics—they're missed. Didi, thank you for this. I know you probably might be tired of hearing this but–where are you? If you can, please come back here 💟

Edit: Is deactivated didi back? 👀🌻

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

[arttsuka]

I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!

Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?

Here's the other post with Ford

[herefortheships]

Betel and Lydia's next deal should go like:

"I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, but I really need your help. And I swear that this time I actually will-"

"I want a picture. Of you. Last one I got is scratched all to hell and needed updating anyway. Not too much to ask is it? A new picture of my boo?"

"You had a...? Actually, never mind. Deal."

*some time later*

"Here." *hands him the picture*

"Oh wow, you actually paid! We're making real progress!"

*looks at it* *eyes bug out, tongue lolls out, he gives a wolf-whistle*

"HOLY FUCKING MOLY! Babes. Babes, I meant for my desk! Like a portrait pic! A safe-for-work photograph of your face. AndokIwashopingforsomecleavage but, but this is-"

"Um, well I-" *she tries to snatch it back*

"Oh, nononononono, I am keeping this!"

This was brought to you by my frustration that Betelgeuse never gets paid by Lydia. Cause he asked too much too soon of her. So he should ask for something more reasonable and get overpaid at least once. In the spirit of fairness and all that.

Ahh! I love this 😂✨

Talking about his photo being smashed, I hope Betelgeuse got to pick up an updated photo of Lydia at some point in the movie while he was loose. Maybe when he went away for a bit during their team-up. It's sad if Delores ruined his framed photo and he can't have a new one. He can always fix it, but it'd be nice if he got a new one.

[eliteseven]

have you seen the new shadowheart voice lines in patch 7 when she pets the owlbear and scratch. they are too damn cute.

(If not, there on dragondream youtube)

........ ?!?!?!?! 🥹

[allastoredeer]

Hello! Randomly decided to check out your fanfiction and absolutely adored your writing. Just wanted to let you know as a random reader :)

[starmocha]

I think out of all LIs, rafayel would be the most fascinated with watching mc breastfeeding their baby. she'd be in the rocking chair, watching the ocean through the window while rafayel would be sitting on the floor, mesmerized, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. when the little one was done, he'd be on burping duty while mc went to take a shower. then she'd come and find craddling their kid, humming, swaying his hips from side to side, devotion in his eyes as his baby falls asleep 😍🥺

omg 🥺 He sees beauty in life like no one else, so he would absolutely be awestruck by this part of motherhood. I wouldn't be surprised if he memorizes these little moments just to fill a sketchbook with pages after pages of the little moments between MC and their baby.

[asexualbookbird]

I've been looking for enamel pins, are there any artists you'd recommend?

GASP YEAH

Admittedly, I haven't bought any enamel pins in a hot second BUT STILL! I HAVE ARTISTS SAVED!!!!

every time artoftangmo has released the angel sets, I've backed the whole thing lol (reasons why I haven't bought pins in a while,) they're SO GOOD and right up my aesthetic. The mertal choices. The simple details. The wings. ten out of TANGMO!

Alum & Ink has. So many choices. Of all sorts of different techniques. I have the star chart pin and IT SPINS!!!!! IT'S A WORKING STAR CHART!!!! ON A PIN!!!!!! They have great examples of clear enamel usage, great soft enamel designs (so many pin sellers use a soft enamel pin as a cheaper way to make their designs that SHOULD be hard enamel and it just. Doesn't work.) that I actually like to look at lol Dangly charms pins?? Playing with different metals and line widths. So amazing. How do they do it all. Looking at their shop, they've added a lot of new designs too.....

Shattered Earth is who I first think of when I think of clear enamel because of their stained glass pins! I have the terrarium D20 pin and it's so pretty!!!! My fave pin from them is Bell Goose, from Untitled Goose Game. It's put away right now but IT DINGS! Fantastic design.

thisishannako doesn't look like they're very active online anymore and their shop is closed :( but I can't NOT mention the artist that got me obsessed with pins. I belonged to their pin club on patreon until they shut down the teir (understandably; they got a great job and couldn't keep up with monthly pin design and production I'm so happy for them!!!!) THE WHALES! THE CLOWN! THE GLOW IN THE DARK CLEAR GHOST FRAME! MOTHMANS! My fave designer of soft enamel pins. Hannako GETS IT! I should dig out the kitsune mask pins, matte black and white metal (depending on which you bought) with the soft enamel making up the details???? chefs kiss

MidnightZone did one of my FAVORITE pin kickstarters, Take This, Travelers, a set of d&d weapons in pin form. I got the bow, the violin, and the rapier. The soft enamel and thick copper metal is PEAK design.

Coey and Shy have great.....I wouldn't call them creepy but they advertise a few of their designs as "occult", They pop up at cons in my area, and I always have to check them out. I thought they were one of the artists that did the pride collar pins but they're not on the shop? Luckily Jackal & Hare also does them, mine are put away so I'm not sure which artist I have lol

Did you know you can make pins out of WOOD?? mittiepaul has a wooden worm on a string pin. just saying. they're one of the many artists I miss from twitter lololol lots of cryptids.

and of course, mayticks, for all your bot and locked tomb pin needs. I really love the murderbot pin, I love how the metal matches the enamel just enough that you have to catch the light to see all of it. Bot would love that. Do not perceive it.

[lifemod17]

Is that actually you in your pfp??

Hello anon! Yes that is me, taking a break from trekking with friends. Unbeknownst to me, my brother snapped this photo as I sat down on this makeshift bench to admire the peaceful creek underneath us

This was taken around mid 2015 so, many moons ago, but I was always in love with nature 💛

[incorrecthatchetfield]

Becky: Did Tom call Hank about the van?

Tim: No Dad was on the phone with someone else and he yelled at them about bricks.

Becky: Oh, ok.

Tim: He called them the word you said when the dishwasher broke.

Becky: Oh dear.

[kelin-is-writing]

Since we hate hawks, imagine after he killed twice, he’s fighting Dabi but it goes differently from canon. He’s telling Dabi how the league will be arrested, he and the heroes will put a stop to the plf, and THEN has the audacity to say, “and I’ll be taking your girl too ‘cause she deserves better than a lowlife villain”

That’s when the kill bill sirens go off in Dabi’s head

OHMYFUCKINGGOD YES!!!!!! anon you a real one lemme tell you 😌🤌🏻

dabi was already pissed to his limits even before that garbage opens his annoying and hypocritical mouth, but he’s holding back for the sake of his plan, it doesn’t help that fact that he hates him to the core like– he can’t even see the heroe’s ugly face from how much it makes him hurl.

what makes him snap completely though is when that piece of trash dares to spit out from his filthy and shitty mouth that he’s gonna take you, make you his and even going as far as to say that he’s gonna satisfy you more than a lowlife like him would, dabi is seeing red.

ohh this m*therf*cker doesn’t values his life at all, he thinks scoffing a breathless laugh letting his head tilt down.

suddenly dabi is glaring up at him with the darkest glint he has ever had, mouth curled into a spiteful grimace as the villain’s voice dropped low “a piece of filthy trash like you? with her? don’t make me laugh.”, and in a second the whole room has already went ablaze, blue flames roaring inside those four walls hotter than usual, as he walks closer to the wounded ‘hero’ and stomps mercilessly with his boots onto his face, smashing the sole of it against his cheek until he didn’t start to bleed “ohh you did your numbers so wrong, hero, after that crap the only way you gonna get out of here is in ash, bastard.”, and dabi is a man of word.

because his princess deserves way better than garbage such as that.

[ssaemilyhotchner]

Hi! I hope this isn't rude to say, but your fics are so wonderful and so underrated, I have no idea why they don't get more attention. Your writing style is genuinely so beautiful, and yes it's appreciated but I do wish it'd be more so❤️

Sweet anon, this just made my week! Thank you so much for these affirming and encouraging words. I’m so grateful for you 💓

[half-bakedboy]

Prompt #64 or #100 for Kinley, maybe while they’re cooking together? 👀

64. “Did you just grab my ass?”

Tommy’s not used to guys who can cook. He’s used to dinners out mostly, sometimes takeout at his place when food wasn’t exactly the focus of the night, but he honestly can’t remember the last time someone cooked for him. 

So when he walks into Evan’s house with a hungry stomach—as requested—he’s not expecting to smell something so delicious. He figures Evan just got hungry earlier than intended and ordered food without him, but when he turns the corner into the kitchen, Evan is standing at the counter. 

He’s chopping what Tommy thinks are potatoes while chicken sears in the pan beside him. There’s a pot of boiling water that he’s tossing slices into haphazardly like the spit of water doesn’t bother him in the slightest. There’s a bottle of wine breathing on the opposite counter and an unlit candle on the small dining room table. Tommy tosses his keys onto it, hoping the noise might jar Evan from his focus, but still, he doesn’t move. 

Tommy notices then that Evan’s also got buds in his ears that are likely playing some ridiculous pop music if the sway of his hips indicates the rhythm. Tommy has to press his lips together to silence his laughter at the sight. Evan’s chopping, throwing, and flipping all to a rhythm Tommy can’t see, but he’s humming something familiar that Tommy can’t quite place. 

God, he’s smitten. It’s the only word he can think of to describe the way his stomach flips when Evan shimmies his shirtless shoulders and wiggles his hips in quick succession. Tommy doesn’t even think twice before sneaking around the kitchen island until his chest is almost pressed against Evan’s back. 

Before Evan even notices he’s there, Tommy slides his hands down Evan’s ass, grabbing a handful of the muscle just because he can. Evan squeaks, almost knocking over the pot of hot water in surprise, but Tommy has both hands wrapped around his waist to pull him away from danger before tragedy strikes. He laughs and the second the sound leaves his mouth, he feels Evan relax back into him. 

“Did you really just grab my ass?” Evan mutters. 

Tommy hums in agreement and presses a kiss to Evan’s neck. Evan drops the knife in his hand and tries to step away, but Tommy stays plastered to his back, hands guiding his hips to the sway of an imaginary beat. Evan chuckles, leaning his head back against Tommy’s shoulder for a moment. 

“Are you going to let me finish dinner?” Evan asks. 

Tommy shakes his head and presses his palm flat against Evan’s stomach, the other reaching across to spin Evan around as quickly—and safely—as possible. He crowds Evan against the counter behind him, capturing his mouth in a kiss before Evan can ask another question. 

Evan tastes like a perfect blend of cooking spices—which bodes well for the meal Tommy might let him finish—and the natural sweetness he attributes to Evan and Evan alone. Kissing Evan warms his stomach like downing a glass of whiskey before biting into the cherry garnish. Evan’s almost as addicting as the drink itself, and Tommy can’t believe he gets to drink Evan down whenever he wants. 

Tommy groans when Evan pushes him away with a laugh. 

“The chicken is going to burn and the potatoes are going to get mushy,” Evan tells him. 

“Well, we can’t have mushy potatoes, can we?” Tommy agrees.

Evan pulls him in for one more kiss before nudging him out of the kitchen with an order to get comfortable and ready to eat. Tommy has no idea how he got so lucky, but he’s definitely not going to question it, not when Evan keeps welcoming him like that.

(also on ao3)

[bigfootsmom]

Anymore crumbs to share about the bucktommy dads fic? 🙏🏼

I have a very rough sketch of baby annie to share 🫶🏻 she hardly spends any time in a crib because there are so many sets of big firefighter arms willing and ready to hold her while she sleeps.

Everyone loves when she comes to the station for a visit and the sounds of the trucks and sirens don’t scare her because she got so used to hearing them when buck was pregnant with her.

[carpisuns]

thank u for the huntlow hehe

(drawing box!)

[sableflynn]

just stopping in to say if your latest tag implies a chapter is coming soon i am SO excited

It's coming.........someday!! I have been writing more lately than I was over the past months, so that's good, and I'm finally making some headway into the chapter! I don't want to make any promises about when it'll be done, but I'd love to finish in the next month or so. We'll see!